This director is vindictive.

Chapter 520 Who wouldn't be furious seeing this slit?
MIKE was the most popular foreign friend in the live stream during the welfare week.

The live stream reached a peak of 1200 million viewers!
And then his final answer came out.

Countless comments flooded the screen.

"Good heavens! This 'united front' has directly led to the establishment of a joint command for the 'Three Emperors' campaign against the Xiongnu'!"

"I suggest the next Civilization game DLC be called 'The Revenge of the Eastern Emperor'!"

"Be more precise! Li Shimin fought the Turks, Zhu Yuanzhang fought the Mongols, and Zhao Yun was busy with the 'releasing military power over a cup of wine' (doge)! Learn from him, Old Mike!"

"Don't rub it in, upstairs! In Mike's eyes, they're all 'Huns', that's all (lean back)."

"MIKE's move—using magic to defeat magic, ending the battle with the map!"

"It is recommended that the title of 'Strongest Master of Balance Among Foreign Nations' be awarded (with a yellow jacket).jpg"

"Attention everyone! Mike was summoned by Facebook upon returning to China – 'Have you been subjected to collective brainwashing by Eastern emperors?'"

"I suggest the Ministry of Foreign Affairs appoint him as a cultural ambassador; this export would be equivalent to 1000 episodes of 'Empresses in the Palace'!"

There are reasons why many netizens have a favorable impression of this person.

After all, compared to those who eat their rice bowl and then curse their mothers, this foreign friend is quite dedicated for being so tactful and knowing how to please his benefactors (netizens)!

During the welfare week, Mike wasn't the only foreigner livestreaming his travels and experiencing Chinese culture; things have become internationalized now.

During the welfare week, hundreds of thousands of overseas tourists visited these cities in China, and hundreds of people also participated in the live broadcast.

But only this one stood out.

It's clear they're quite capable!

Of course, the other party was just a small episode in this grand event.

Meanwhile, on Weibo, under the hashtag #DidYouRecitePoetryToday#, netizens engaged in a unique "poetry battle".

A food delivery driver posted a photo of himself delivering food with the caption, "Riding the spring breeze, my horse gallops swiftly, delivering hundreds of orders a day without even breaking a sweat!"

(Attached is a sticker on the insulated box from the poem "The Deliveryman, Part Five": "Don't worry about not getting tips on the road ahead, for who in the world doesn't know you?")
The comments below cracked up countless people: Yes, I'll remember you. Why didn't you bring me a straw for my milk tea? Were you expecting me to grab the pearls and eat them?

A company employee's PowerPoint presentation cover read, "Laughing loudly, I stride out the door; how can I, a man of such stature, be a slave to PowerPoint!"

The HR representative then commented in the comments section: "I suggest you memorize the entire text of 'Mo Yu Er: Spare Me, Client's Name'."

There were also couples whose attempts to show off their affection backfired.

A guy posted a photo of his girlfriend's back with the caption: "I searched for her a thousand times, but when I turned around, she was browsing Taobao."

His girlfriend retorted: "I'll never regret it, even if it makes me thin and weak from all the shopping I do for her!"

On Douyin, the "AI Poet" challenge has become a hit: users input keywords and AI automatically generates "classical Chinese-style golden sentences".

A programmer inputs "BUG," and the AI ​​outputs: "Code piles up like mountains, debugging is like pulling silk from a cocoon. How much sorrow can one have? It's like revising requirements until the moon is as small as a hook!"

There are also content creators who produce "Interviews with Literary Masters Across Time and Space"!
Holographic projections of Li Bai, Su Shi, and Li Qingzhao on the same stage, with AI simulating them arguing—

Li Bai: "Brother Su Shi, I've heard you write good lyrics? Let's have a go!"

Su Shi: "Please have mercy! When you're drunk, you even dare to curse the emperor!"

(Comment: Li Bai: When I was writing poetry, you were still gnawing on lamb spine!)

This nationwide celebration of poetry has amazed countless netizens.

"After reciting poetry for twenty years, I only understand what 'cultural inflation' means today!"

"I suggest the next stop be 'Warriors 101,' I want to see Huo Qubing and Yue Fei battle!"

Even state media outlets have stepped in to set the tone. Renren Daily published another commentary: "When 'I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon' becomes 'I raise my head to gaze at housing prices,' and when 'Ten miles of spring breeze are not as good as you' is used by food delivery drivers to urge orders, this is not a parody, but the vitality of poetry—it has flowed from the wine cups of the Tang Dynasty and the brothels of the Song Dynasty all the way to the mobile phone screens of today's people."

The phenomenon of "literary madness" in the three cities proves that as long as a spark of creativity is given, the cultural heritage of China can always ignite into a prairie fire.

The overseas edition also published an article titled "When Foreign Friends Start Playing 'Flying Flower Order' - The Secret to Breaking Boundaries in Chinese Cultural Tourism": "When American tourists mimic the boatmen's poses in 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival' under the Rainbow Bridge in Bianjing, and when German bloggers use the 'Su Shi being demoted' meme to complain about workplace pressure, this resonance across languages ​​proves that true cultural IP never needs a perfect translation - it only needs to be interesting enough for the world to be willing to understand it."

Although the welfare week is in full swing.

The entire internet is going crazy over it, but Chen Mo, the instigator, is completely oblivious and has no time to spare.

After all, the 814 Welfare Festival already has its own mature operating model.

He's just setting the tone; the rest will be handled by the team.

Chen Mo is currently enjoying himself to the point of being completely out of control. Why?

Because the cheongsam is just too alluring! What genius invented it?

It perfectly accentuates a woman's curves—the thighs are partially revealed by the slit, the waist is cinched to create a slender silhouette, and the unbuttoned buttons create an alluring yet unspeakable allure.

He was currently in the fitting room of the Huayun branch of the Shanghai Bund, his eyes glued to the view. Gao Yuanyuan was twirling around in her newly tailored wedding cheongsam, the silk fabric clinging to her body like water, the peony embroidered on her chest trembling with her breath. The slit almost reached her thighs, her fair legs peeking out from under the red silk, the click-clack of her high heels tickling his heart.

"How is it?" Gao Yuanyuan deliberately turned to the side, striking a pose reminiscent of an old calendar poster, her finger tracing the slit of her cheongsam: "I heard that back in the Republic of China era, brides wore this kind of dress in their wedding night."

Chen Mo's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he didn't even bother to brush the ash from his cigar that fell onto his crotch.

This isn't a cheongsam! It's practically a walking drug addict! The waistline is cinched like a vase, the fabric around the hips is stretched taut, and when she turns around, half of her snow-white neck is exposed at the neckline—all he can think about right now is how he'll strip this dress off her on their wedding night.

Just as Chen Mo was about to lose control, Yang Mi's voice drifted out from the fitting room, with her uniquely sweet tone: "Sir, you must give me your opinion~ How is this outfit?"

She lifted the curtain and stepped out in ten-centimeter patent leather high heels.

Chen Mo's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Yang Mi was wearing a modified dark purple cheongsam with an extremely low neckline, almost revealing glimpses of her cleavage.

The waistline was cinched extremely tightly, making her slender waist appear even more delicate. The most striking feature was the slit, which reached almost to the top of her thigh, allowing glimpses of her snow-white skin through the purple silk with every step she took.

Compared to Gao Yuanyuan's well-proportioned figure, Yang Mi's features are more prominent, cough cough.

Especially when wearing such a form-fitting cheongsam, the impact is so strong that even Chen Mo, an experienced driver, can hardly withstand it!

"This was modified based on the style of calendar girls in Shanghai in the 1930s."

Yang Mi twirled around, deliberately letting the view from the slit flash before Chen Mo's eyes. "I heard that back then, socialites loved to wear this kind of—" She bent down to pour tea for Chen Mo, the view from the neckline fully exposed, "—alluring clothes."

Chen Mo's temples throbbed. This cheongsam wedding was originally planned for Gao Yuanyuan, but every woman loves a cheongsam, and Chen Mo just hadn't expected Huayun's designer to understand men's hearts so well. He didn't even notice the tea spilled on the glass coffee table.

"Honey, isn't this outfit too old-fashioned?" Zhao Liying's voice came from another fitting room, and the curtain was suddenly pulled open. She was wearing a light pink short cheongsam, the length of which only reached mid-thigh, paired with white stockings and small leather shoes, looking exactly like a female student from the Republican era.

"I think young girls should wear this kind of clothing."

Chen Mo's gaze was fixed on her, unable to look away. Zhao Liying already had a baby face, and this outfit made her look even more innocent and lovely. However, the tight-fitting cut of the cheongsam outlined a mature figure that didn't match her face, a contrast that made Chen Mo's mouth dry.

"School uniform? How childish!"

Zhang Yuqi walked out with a cat-like gait, her dark green cheongsam adorned with sequins, shimmering like a lake as she moved. The back of the cheongsam was completely open, with only a few thin straps crossing, revealing large expanses of her fair skin.

"A real woman should dress a little sexier, right, sir?"

Chen Mo's gaze fell on the beautiful shoulder blades on her back, and he momentarily forgot to answer. Zhang Yuqi chuckled softly, deliberately bending down in front of him to adjust her shoe buckles, revealing a glimpse of her figure through the slit of her cheongsam.

"You're all being too deliberate."

Jing Tian's voice came from the back of the fitting area. She was wearing a plain white cheongsam embroidered with blue flowers, the buttons were neatly fastened to her neck, and the hem reached her ankles, making her look extremely dignified at first glance.

But when she turned around, Chen Mo realized that her back was covered by a semi-transparent veil, through which her slender waistline was faintly visible.

"Playing hard to get is the highest level of skill."

Chen Mo's breathing became heavy. Jing Tian's outfit made her look exactly like a young mistress of a wealthy family in the old days, but the allure of her back was also quite suggestive. He unconsciously unbuttoned the top of her collar and suddenly felt that the air conditioning in the fitting room was set too high.

If you ask me—

Fan Binbin was the last to appear, and the cheongsam she wore almost made Chen Mo slip off the sofa—it was almost transparent black gauze, with peony patterns embroidered only in the key areas, making her body appear and disappear as she moved.

"—Since you're going to wear it, wear it to your heart's content."

Good heavens, who the hell designed this?
This is absolutely maddening!
Chen Mo's mouth was parched, so he grabbed a cup of tea from the side and gulped it down, but it was no use at all. Who could withstand this?!
Seven curvaceous figures, clad in cheongsams, crisscrossed in front of the full-length mirror, the air filled with the scent of fine perfume and the unique aroma of silk.

Fan Binbin sat directly on the armrest of his sofa, her entire snow-white thigh exposed by the slit of her cheongsam.

"Honey, what do you think of my outfit?"

She leaned close to his ear and asked, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.

Chen Mo was now driven by nothing but primal urges. These women were already among the most glamorous actresses in the entertainment industry, and they were now showcasing the charm of the cheongsam to the fullest extent. This was absolutely deadly!

"Stop bullying him."

Liu Yifei's voice suddenly came from the doorway. She was wearing a light gold cheongsam, simple in style yet exuding elegance, her hair loosely tied up with a jade hairpin.

"The cheongsam is about understated beauty, and you should wear it like this—"

She glanced at the other women's trendy and sexy outfits: "—Like a nightclub."

"Tch!" Several women immediately glanced at her disdainfully.

Chen Mo, however, noticed the glimpses of Liu Yifei's fair skin occasionally revealed through the side slit of her seemingly conservative cheongsam as she moved. That allure, so subtle yet captivating, was far more alluring than blatant exposure.

"Yifei, you're like a fairy, untouched by worldly affairs. We're different, we're all enchantresses, hehe!"

Yang Mi chuckled and teased, deliberately turning around in front of Chen Mo, revealing the view through the slit.

“That’s right, our master clearly enjoyed watching it.” Zhang Yuqi, that tiger-like woman, walked over and sat on Chen Mo’s lap, giving Liu Yifei a provocative look.

Chen Mo felt her rationality crumbling. The cheongsam was practically a magical garment created to showcase feminine charm—the high slit displayed beautiful legs, the cinched waist accentuated curves, and the close-fitting cut made every undulation clearly visible. Add to that their deliberate movements and gazes...
(End of this chapter)