Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

The air seemed to freeze for two seconds.

Followed by.

A barrage of comments erupted.

Instead of panic or calling the police, there was a uniform chorus of "hahahaha".

"Hahaha! You're hilarious, streamer!"

"What the hell is this bomb?! Does your bomb look like this?"

"This is hilarious! This guy looks so aloof, but he's actually a secretly funny comedian."

"This is obviously a prop arranged by the production team, isn't it? It looks like a big iron hammer."

"They're really going all out to grab attention, even mentioning bombs! Why don't they just say they dug up a Transformer?"

"This new guest is interesting. He's even willing to say such outrageous lines in order to create something new."

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"No Transformers, though."

Li Mo'an glanced at the comments and casually tossed the large sweet potato, weighing a full sixty kilograms, into the roadside bushes.

thump.

The dull thud caused the ground to tremble slightly.

The movement was as casual as throwing a broken brick.

Then, he calmly patted the rust off his hands and gripped the hoe tightly again.

Keep working.

"when!"

Within two minutes, the hoe struck again with that familiar, teeth-grinding metallic clang. Thanks to his top-notch mine clearance and explosive ordnance disposal skills, he had already determined that this level of impact would not trigger an explosion.

Li Mo'an didn't even raise an eyebrow, nor did he show any interest in squatting down to take a closer look.

He skillfully used the tip of his hoe to dig away the hard soil around him, then grabbed the exposed metal tail fin with one hand and pulled it up sharply, like pulling up a radish.

Splash!

Dirt splashed everywhere.

He pulled another large, spindle-shaped creature covered in red rust out of the ground.

"It's the Type 97 again."

Li Mo'an glanced at the data panel that popped up in his mind and was speechless.

The roadbed in this village is quite solid, all of them are army aerial bombs. Why not change things up a bit and use some mortar shells to add some variety?

He didn't even bother to explain to the audience, and just tossed it aside.

The big thing flew through the air in an arc and landed precisely next to the big sweet potato.

Followed by.

"when!"

The third.

"when!"

the fourth.

Gradually, the number of viewers in Li Mo'an's live stream also increased.

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For the next half hour, Li Mo'an's live stream was filled only with the monotonous yet rhythmic sound of hammering.

He was like an emotionless excavator, calmly pulling out one iron lump after another from under the hundreds of meters of dirt road.

In the roadside grass, the rusty bombs quickly piled up into a small mountain.

It looks like a pile of potatoes stacked on the ridges of a field during harvest season.

In the live stream, the viewers who were initially mocking Li Mo'an for being desperate for fame were now...

They started to think it was a bit outrageous, and a bit... intoxicating.

"Wait, is this guy buying wholesale?"

"Goodness, do they think the production team doesn't spend money on props? They've dug out seven or eight in such a short time."

"To be fair, these props are quite realistic. The rust and the dirt look just like the real thing."

"This is so relaxing. I love watching things being pulled out of the ground."

Gradually, the number of viewers in Li Mo'an's live stream also increased.

They certainly didn't believe these were bombs, but that didn't stop them from having fun.

Some people who love to watch the drama unfold quickly took a few screenshots.

In the scene, Li Mo'an's calm and handsome face forms an extremely strong visual contrast with the grotesque mountain of bombs next to him.

They posted the photos with sensational headlines on Weibo and WeChat Moments.

"An armory has been discovered at the Mushroom House! New guests livestream digging for bombs!"

Shock! Shock! Shock! The Mushroom House crew has been blown up into the sky!

This kind of sensational content, in the vast ocean of information on the internet, is like a piece of raw, bloody meat thrown in, quickly attracting a group of sharks with a keen sense of smell.

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at the same time.

The temporary director's office of the "Mushroom House" program team.

Director Wang Yu was staring at the data report in front of him with a worried look on his face, and the ashtray in his hand was already full of cigarette butts.

too difficult.

The start of this season was... well, not quite hell, but pretty close.

Originally, it was hoped that Chef Huang's cooking skills could retain old viewers, but recently, the old joke about Song Dandan's food poisoning was dug up by netizens and repeatedly mocked, causing Chef Huang's reputation to collapse a bit.

Many people were spamming "Breaking Bad," "technology," and "ruthless skills" in the chat, making the chat room chaotic and causing viewership to plummet.

The "Nine-Turned Intestines" that Li Mo'an created previously boosted their show's popularity, but it subsequently faded.

"director!"

Just then, the assistant director in charge of monitoring the data burst through the door, shouting excitedly, "It's gone up! It's gone up!"

Wang Yu was so frightened that his hand trembled, and cigarette ash spilled all over his pants.

"What's gone up? Did something happen to Teacher Huang again?" Hearing this tone now, he instinctively felt that it was something bad.

"It's not Teacher Huang's live stream, it's that newbie's private live stream!"

The assistant director handed over the tablet. "Li Mo'an's live stream just now saw a sudden surge in data; the number of viewers has already exceeded 50,000, and it's still rising!"

"Li Mo'an?"

Wang Yu was taken aback.

It's that kid again? He pulled off a whole "Nine-Turned Intestines" routine yesterday.

But wasn't he punished by being sent to repair roads today? How much traffic can one person get digging mud in there?

Wang Yu took the tablet with a belly full of questions.

On the screen was Li Mo'an's live stream.

The young man was bending over, pulling a long, thin piece of iron out of the ground. Without even glancing at it, he casually tossed it onto a pile of similar iron pieces next to him.

That pile of stuff does look a bit like a bomb.

But Wang Yuzheng's first reaction was the same as any normal person's—this could not possibly be a bomb.

Are you kidding me?

This is Tokyo University, the safest country in the world.

If there were really so many bombs buried in some village, that would be terrible.

He looked at it carefully, his lips twitched involuntarily, and then he showed an amused expression.

"This kid... is interesting."

Wang Yu pointed at the screen and laughed, "Where did they find so much scrap metal? It actually looks pretty decent."

"Director, the comments are all saying it's a bomb, and people are even making jokes about it," the assistant director added from the side.

Wang Yu's eyes lit up.

As a seasoned variety show director, he has an extremely keen sense for attracting viewers and generating buzz.

He keenly grasped the key point.

This guy turned a tedious road repair process into something that felt like a treasure hunt.

Moreover, this kid has a very magical quality.

Look at his face, calm and collected, working diligently without slacking off or making a fuss in front of the camera. But it's precisely this serious and focused attitude, combined with the outrageous things he unearthed, that created a natural comedic effect.

This is definitely a talent for variety shows!

This is a gift from God!

"This is definitely an opportunity!"

Wang Yu slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, the gloom in his eyes vanishing instantly.

Just when I was worried about not having any new topics to talk about this season, this came to me.

Since the audience enjoys watching him dig up bombs, then let's push it!

Push them to the death!

Whether he actually dug up scrap metal or this guy created the whole thing himself, as long as he can generate buzz, it's a good thing!

"Quickly! Notify the propaganda team!"

Wang Yu acted decisively, issuing orders at lightning speed, "Follow up on this trending topic immediately! Buy me trending searches and press releases!"

"I've already thought of a title: #Newcomer at Mushroom House Livestreams Digging for Bombs#!"

"Also, find a few marketing accounts to stir up some buzz, saying that Li Mo'an is the number one treasure hunter in the Chinese entertainment industry, and bring in that 'Nine-Turned Intestines' meme too, do a crossover!"

"I want this topic to be trending on social media within half an hour!"

"Yes!" The assistant director was also infected by this passion, agreed, and turned to run out.

Wang Yu sat back down in her chair, looking at Li Mo'an, who was still working hard on the screen, and felt great.

He could almost see the ratings soaring.

"Boss Yang really gave me a treasure this time."

He hummed a little tune and lit a cigarette with a satisfied smile.

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As long as the money is right, trending on social media is a piece of cake.

Thanks to the show's relentless promotional campaign, the hashtag #MushroomHouseNewcomersLiveStreamingToDigForBombs# skyrocketed from the bottom of the trending topics list.

In less than twenty minutes, it had already climbed to the bottom of the trending topics list, followed by a red "new" label.

Countless netizens who were browsing Weibo, using the toilet, or slacking off were drawn in by this outrageous headline.

"Digging up bombs? Are variety shows this hardcore these days?"

"Really? Isn't Mushroom House a slow-paced variety show? Has it been turned into a bomb disposal expert show?"

"Click in and take a look."

Driven by curiosity and a desire to see what would happen, a large number of new viewers flooded into Li Mo'an's live stream.

The number of online users, which was originally very small, suddenly skyrocketed.

Ten thousand... twenty thousand... thirty thousand...

The first thing they saw when they came in was this scene:

Dust swirled in the sunlight.

A handsome young man was tirelessly wielding a hoe.

At his feet, the pile of reddish-brown iron lumps had grown into a small mound.

The visual impact is indeed quite strong.

The new audience members burst into laughter instantly.

The comment section became incredibly lively at a visible speed, with dense text almost completely covering the screen.

"Hahaha! Is this the legendary bomb-digging? There are so many!"

"Did this guy mess with the scrap metal yard's headquarters?"

"The production team really knows how to create entertaining content! I give this prop a perfect score!"

"This is hilarious! This isn't road construction, it's clearly landmine clearing!"

"Is this season meant to promote this newcomer? First it was Nine Turns Intestine, and now this bombshell."

"If that's true, then the price will be high, after all, Teacher Huang personally found the snacks in that Nine-Turned Intestine."