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

"or......"

Old Zhang glanced back at the village entrance and a simple, honest smile appeared on his face.

He pointed to several villagers who were squatting at the doorway eating with bowls in their hands, and said to Li Mo'an:

"Young man, look, everyone's just sitting around doing nothing."

"Why don't we get our fellow villagers to help dig too?"

"After all, this is building a road for the village, and building roads is a great deed."

At this point, Old Zhang seemed to remember something and added earnestly:

"Some people in this village believe in Jesus. They've accumulated a lot of good deeds, so it will be easier for them to go to heaven later."

Li Mo'an was cleaning the dirt off an aerial bomb.

Upon hearing this, he paused in his actions, looked up, and a rare hint of surprise flashed in his usually calm eyes.

"That's ruthless."

Looking at the kind-faced old policeman in front of him, Li Mo'an had a thought in his mind.

"Everyone says grassroots work is difficult; I guess it's because it's tough, and I've been bullied by the villagers."

"But no matter how difficult it is, you can't just use it as a way to take revenge on society."

In his view, the things buried underground, though not necessarily going to explode, were all real, tangible objects.

I have the mine-clearing skill given to me by the system, which allows me to see the state of each bomb and know its weight.

But what if those clueless villagers swarmed in with hoes...

The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.

If so many people dig together, there's a high chance of problems, and he won't be able to manage it all.

"No need, Uncle Zhang."

Li Mo'an shook his head calmly.

In the end, Lao Zhang was persuaded to stop.

"Well, that's a shame."

Old Zhang smacked his lips.

Clearly, although he was persuaded to stop, he still felt a little regretful.

After all, he's someone who enjoys lively gatherings.

Suddenly, he chuckled, bent down, and casually pulled a round, disc-shaped object out of the soil.

This is an old-fashioned anti-tank mine. Although the fuse is rusted, it still has weight.

Old Zhang held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand. Suddenly, his playful old man nature kicked in.

He assumed a shot put stance and said to Li Mo'an:

"Hey Li, let's have a contest to see who can throw it the farthest!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, even Li Mo'an, who lacked sufficient awareness of danger, felt his eyes twitch.

Seeing the massive weapon in Old Zhang's hand—a weapon so large it could be overturned even by a tank—he quickly reached out to stop the crazy idea:

"Damn it."

........................................

Just as Li Mo'an was trying to dissuade Lao Zhang in order to maintain world peace.

Shanghai, Pudong New Area.

Inside the high-rise office building of the Shanghai World Financial Center.

Yang Mi has just finished a long business meeting.

She rubbed her slightly sore neck and returned to her office.

"Phew... every single day."

Yang Mi threw herself into the boss's chair and let out a long sigh.

Although her body was exhausted, her mind was still working.

She thought of her adopted nephew.

"I wonder how that kid is doing over there."

Thinking of this, she picked up her phone and opened the Mushroom House's live stream.

The number of online users displayed in the upper left corner of the screen is 1+.

"More than ten thousand?"

This is incredible data for a new user's personal split-screen setup.

"This kid's got guts."

Although the other party had trended on social media once, she didn't think that the other party's popularity could be maintained, but it seems that the popularity is being maintained quite well now.

She was a little confused as to what the kid had done to keep the live stream's popularity alive.

Filled with questions, she looked at the live stream.

Dust was flying everywhere on the screen.

Li Mo'an was wielding a hoe, and standing next to him was an old policeman in a police uniform, digging the ground with him in a great mood.

At their feet were piles of all sorts of props.

The barrage of comments was dense, all spamming "hahahaha" and "police and people are one family".

Upon seeing this, Yang Mi was first taken aback, then suddenly realized what was happening.

Watching the live stream, where Li Mo'an and a man in a police uniform were enthusiastically digging for props, she became even more convinced that the production team was behind it all.

"I knew it."

A thought popped into Yang Mi's mind, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

"This director has really gone all out to promote his nephew."

They even got the police involved.

Director Wang Yuzheng is a very particular person.

Thinking of this, Yang Mi sat up straight.

Since they've been so kind, as the boss, it would be incredibly inconsiderate of me not to call and thank them.

Out of politeness and gratitude, Yang Mi dialed the phone number of Wang Yuzheng, the director of the program.

"Beep—beep—"

After two rings, the call was connected.

"Feed? Boss Yang?" Wang Yuzheng's voice carried a hint of surprise, as well as a touch of fatigue from just finishing his work.

Yang Mi wore a professional smile, and even over the phone, her tone was as pleasant as a spring breeze.

"Director Wang, you've really gone all out!"

"I really have to thank you for arranging such a great script for our Mo'an, with bombs and police involved. You're really giving us face!"

On the other end of the phone.

Wang Yuzheng, who was watching the data in the control room, was stunned when he heard these words.

He was still holding his half-eaten lunchbox, his chopsticks hovering in mid-air, forgotten to move.

"A script? I arranged it?"

Wang Yu blinked, glanced at the old policeman on the screen, and then at the pile of bombs.

He had always assumed that the idea of ​​digging up the bomb was Yang Mi's, and that the policeman was someone she had invited using her connections. After all, it was just a matter of having the police come and take a look; it wasn't about breaking any rules, so asking the police for assistance was perfectly acceptable.

Why is Boss Yang thanking me instead?

However, he is, after all, a seasoned veteran in the entertainment industry.

Director Wang thought about it for a moment and understood.

"Boss Yang is just being polite with me."

"That's true. This kind of thing is a bit borderline, and she couldn't say it outright on the phone, so she simply gave me the credit. That's called giving each other face."

Director Wang snapped out of his daze and quickly replied politely:

"Mr. Yang, you're too kind!"

"It's all thanks to your brilliant planning! You found the perfect angle; I never expected it to be so effective."

"Don't worry, we will cooperate fully to make this performance a success! I've already reserved all the recommended spots for Mo'an."

........................................

Yang Mi's smile deepened upon hearing this.

She felt that the director was not only highly capable, but also very humble and did not take credit for himself.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Director Wang. I'll treat you when we return to Shanghai another day."

"Of course, of course, it would be my honor."

The two praised each other on the phone, their words filled with recognition of each other's abilities and methods, each believing that the other was the mastermind behind this grand scheme.

The atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

"Okay, Director Wang, you're busy."

The two exchanged a knowing laugh and hung up the phone.

Wang Yu put down his phone, looked at the ever-increasing data traffic on the screen, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Just then, another landline phone on the table, which was specifically used for internal communication, suddenly rang.