"The originally scheduled arena match is set to begin at nine o'clock."
"The Red Flower Society members haven't arrived yet. Perhaps they're too afraid to show up!"
"Our President is still in seclusion, but he could emerge at any moment."
Long Feicheng finally settled into his role, starting to answer questions from the livestream audience.
With an hour remaining before the arena match, the early broadcast was at Wang Jiwan's suggestion.
Wang Jiwan had requested that Long Feicheng go live an hour in advance to give the livestream viewers a tour of the Folklore Research Association.
This was an excellent opportunity to promote the Folklore Research Association, and it couldn't be wasted.
Although Long Feicheng appeared carefree, there was no denying he was shameless, gregarious, and skilled at chatting, easily mingling with all sorts of people.
Under the influence of his persuasive tongue, the livestream audience began to develop a good impression of him. They all felt that this kid was not only amusing but also… rather unattractive.
However, an ordinary appearance tended to foster a sense of closeness. Before long, viewers in the livestream started affectionately calling him "Little Long" and "Little Long."
Once he had bonded with everyone, Long Feicheng smoothly proposed a tour of the Folklore Research Association.
Naturally, everyone was happy to oblige. What else were they supposed to do, stare at Long Feicheng's face for an hour?
So, Long Feicheng started holding his phone, leading everyone on a tour around the Folklore Research Association.
Today, the Folklore Research Association was more lively than ever. Over two hundred people milled around the arena, their numbers creating a vibrant scene without feeling cramped, instead highlighting the spacious and grand venue of the Folklore Research Association.
The disciples of folk sects in the comments section's bullet messages watched with wide, envious eyes. They, who were wanderers and outcasts, had never in their wildest dreams imagined such a good living environment. For a moment, they all yearned to join the Folklore Research Association.
Also watching the livestream was Wu Jianchou, the President of the Red Flower Society, all the way in Yuzhou.
Upon seeing the overwhelmingly positive comments about the Folklore Research Association in the bullet messages, he could no longer suppress his jealous rage. He couldn't help but post a comment.
[Forever Young: I don't see what's so special. All style and no substance! The Folklore Research Association might have money, but are they willing to give it to you?]
As soon as the comment was posted, Luo Ning and Zhao Yiyao appeared on camera, holding a sack of red envelopes, and called out to the audience present:
"To express our gratitude for your long journey, our association has prepared ten-thousand-yuan red envelopes for all the fellow disciples who have come to support us today!"
Holy cow!
There were at least two hundred guests present. Ten thousand yuan each would amount to two million.
Just like that, they were giving it away!
Countless envious messages immediately flooded the bullet messages. Wu Jianchou's grumbling was instantly drowned out, ignored by all.
Wu Jianchou was so angry he felt smoke rising from his head. He grumbled again and sent another message:
[Forever Young: So what if they have money? Money is useless in this era; you need connections too!]
On camera, Luo Ning announced, "Each red envelope comes with a black card, exclusive to our Folklore Research Association. With this black card, you can travel for free on all public transportation in Jianzhou, watch various performances for free, enjoy attractions as VIPs, and stay for free in all five-star hotels within the province… Don't ask why we can't accommodate below five-star accommodations; we simply don't deem them worthy!"
Holy cow!
Countless "orz" symbols once again appeared in the bullet messages.
This was no longer mere envy.
It was outright envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Everyone regretted not having traveled to Rongcheng, otherwise, they could have snagged such a great deal.
The Folklore Research Association was not only wealthy but also generous, treating their guests as if they were their own.
Furthermore, judging by the various benefits of the black card, the Folklore Research Association had clearly established connections with various influential parties throughout Jianzhou Province. It was evident that members of the Folklore Research Association would have a smooth journey within the province in the future.
It was truly enviable!
Wu Jianchou gnashed his teeth in hatred.
Unwilling to admit defeat, he pondered for a moment and posted another comment.
[Forever Young: Does the Folklore Research Association have any experts? All I see are young people. Such an organization can't last long!]
As soon as the comment was sent, Long Feicheng in the camera led the viewers' gaze towards the surface of West Lake.
On the lake, a large yellow dog was sitting on the water, astonishingly assuming a posture with its five limbs pointing upwards, appearing to be cultivating!
Long Feicheng introduced, "Everyone, please pay close attention. What you are seeing now is a large yellow dog raised by our Folklore Research Association!"
"Well… it's not cultivating, so please don't overthink it!"
"It's just a very ordinary, large yellow dog!"
[Vast: Little Long, that's not fair. What kind of pet dog sits with its five limbs pointing upwards to cultivate!]
[Lin Xiaojie: The Folklore Research Association is truly terrifying. Even their guard dogs possess extraordinary abilities…]
[Wind and Dust Daoist: Interesting! I'm increasingly eager to visit the Folklore Research Association!]
Although the livestream viewers didn't see any true experts, from this large yellow dog that could sit on water and assume a cultivation posture with its five limbs pointing upwards, they had a general idea of the Folklore Research Association's background—
Immeasurably deep!
Awesome!
Wu Jianchou took a sharp breath and fainted onto the sofa.
A few minutes later, he regained consciousness, so enraged he almost smashed his phone.
These short-sighted netizens, usually idle and only knowing how to surf the internet!
Useless!
He wanted to continue stirring up trouble, but he found that the netizens in the livestream had started to counter-influence.
[Nook and Cranny: @Forever Young, why are you constantly making sarcastic remarks? Are you a mole from the Red Flower Society?]
[Beast: I've checked this person's IP address, and it's indeed in Yuzhou! Hmph, the Red Flower Society people are truly shameless!]
[Pork Rolls and Rolling Gods Can't Stand: Little Long, quickly ban his account!]
Long Feicheng also noticed Wu Jianchou's comments and said with a smile,
"Someone's feeling sour, but I won't say who. I won't ban his account either; instead, I'll let him see how great our Folklore Research Association is, and how lousy your Red Flower Society is!"
That's killing with a single blow!
Little Long is so wicked, but we love it!
The bullet messages erupted in laughter. The more joyfully they laughed, the more ridiculous Wu Jianchou appeared.
Wu Jianchou put down his phone, his face filled with dejection.
All the joy belongs to you; only sorrow belongs to me.
Long Feicheng then added sarcastically, "That so-called young master of the Red Flower Society, Wu Tianfeng, I'm putting it out there now: if he dares to step onto the arena today, our President will absolutely thrash him until he's in pieces. Not even Jesus could stop it, and I mean it!"
Little Long is so domineering!
The bullet messages showered him with praise again.
Wu Jianchou's expression turned extremely grim. He couldn't help but turn off the livestream and call Wu Tianfeng.
As soon as the call was connected, he launched into a tirade:
"You little wretch, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and go to the Folklore Research Association and slap those scoundrels in the face!"
Wu Tianfeng was having breakfast when he was suddenly cursed out by his father, feeling utterly bewildered.
Who did I offend?
Also, if I'm a "turtle grandson," doesn't that make you a "turtle son"?