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

the next day.

The morning mist slowly dissipated on the dirt roads of Mushroom Village.

With the familiar sound of a car engine, the police car painted with blue and white markings stopped again outside the gate of the Mushroom House.

The car door opened.

With two huge dark circles under her eyes, Teacher Huang stepped out of the back seat of the car with somewhat heavy steps.

His short-sleeved shirt, which had been quite neat yesterday, was now wrinkled, and he exuded an undeniable weariness and dejection.

Following closely behind was Old Zhang, the local police officer who had been stern and impartial in arresting people the night before.

only.

At this moment, Old Zhang's face no longer held the serious and cold demeanor he had shown the night before.

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

I heard a noise.

The regular guests, who had spent the night in the courtyard, immediately swarmed around it.

Everyone was asking each other what had happened.

Old Zhang looked at the fixed camera in the corner of the yard, its working indicator light flashing.

He knew that since the arrests began last night, tens of thousands of online viewers of the show had been kept in suspense, and speculations were flying everywhere online.

In order to eliminate the negative impact and to clear the name of this big star.

Old Zhang deliberately took two steps forward.

He straightened his police uniform collar and, in front of the camera, solemnly apologized to Teacher Huang.

"Teacher Huang, I'm so sorry about last night."

Old Zhang spoke sincerely, with a touch of grassroots simplicity, "The situation was urgent, and some procedures were handled rather awkwardly, which may have caused you some inconvenience."

After apologizing.

He then turned around and explained the situation in detail to the viewers in the live stream and the puzzled crowd in the courtyard.

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

After listening to the explanation from Officer Zhang, the local police officer.

Teacher He, Peng Peng, and others, including netizens who had been waiting in front of their screens.

Everyone then suddenly realized what had happened.

original.

Just yesterday evening.

The town's police station received an anonymous tip from a concerned resident in the area.

The report was very clear: it stated that under a big tree at the entrance of Mushroom House Village, several idle villagers were gathered together to engage in gambling involving large sums of money.

The police have zero tolerance for such acts that corrupt social morals.

then.

The police immediately organized a raid.

Upon arrival, the police caught them red-handed.

originally.

This is just an ordinary rural public security case. Fines should be imposed where appropriate, and detention should be imposed where appropriate. Logically speaking, it shouldn't involve Teacher Huang, a big star.

but.

The problem lies with these old men who were arrested.

And these old men who gathered to gamble were none other than...

These are the same old men who've been idly chatting and joking with Teacher Huang at the village entrance these past few days!

To know.

Teacher Huang is known for knowing a little bit about everything.

His favorite thing to do is to popularize knowledge in a field he has some knowledge of to a group of complete laymen, thereby gaining a sense of superiority in both intelligence and experience.

some days ago.

When he went to the edge of the village for some fresh air, these old men were gathered together chatting about old Hong Kong movies they had watched.

The conversation naturally turned to the incredible gambling gods and knights in the movies.

then.

In order to show off his extensive knowledge and talent.

While chatting and joking with the other group, Teacher Huang solemnly began to explain gambling techniques to these old men.

From probability calculations in playing cards to cheating techniques in dice games.

From the use of psychological tactics to the various coded rules and conventions in casinos.

He spoke with such conviction and fervor that he spoke with great enthusiasm and spittle flying everywhere.

The old men from the countryside, who usually only knew how to play cards, were completely taken aback.

Everyone regarded Teacher Huang as a hidden master, and they believed in the techniques he described without a doubt.

result.

Not long ago.

When these old men were caught, in order to gain merit and reduce their punishment, they did not hesitate to betray Teacher Huang, confessing to the police that Teacher Huang had also exchanged gambling techniques with them and was suspected of teaching them gambling skills.

Then, last night, the police arrived at my door to arrest me.

In the live broadcast room.

After hearing what Old Zhang said, netizens couldn't hold back anymore.

Everyone burst into laughter, laughing heartily.

The comments on the screen scrolled wildly like a waterfall.

"Teacher Huang is so unlucky! Why does she always end up taking the blame?"

"Yeah, we almost got blamed for Li Mo'an digging up the bomb before, and now we've been dragged into this by the old man again. It's really tragic!"

"My stomach hurts from laughing! He actually got himself stuck inside the building just to show off! What an incredible plot twist!"

"Those old men are something else! When disaster strikes, they all abandon each other, betraying their teammates with such decisiveness!"

"Huang Yaoshi, a man of great wisdom, made a foolish mistake and was actually outmaneuvered by a few village elders. This part will make me laugh for a year!"

"I knew it! Li Heiquan has been so well-behaved lately, how could he possibly cause trouble? Turns out, Teacher Huang couldn't stand being alone and took the blame for all the trouble!"

The ridicule and mockery from netizens grew stronger and stronger.

yard.

After Officer Zhang explained the situation clearly and cleared Teacher Huang of suspicion of being a "key member of a gambling ring," he prepared to leave.

but.

before leaving.

He stopped and turned around.

He gave Teacher Huang a piece of advice in a serious tone.

"Teacher Huang, you are a public figure with a great influence."

Old Zhang, with a stern face, earnestly instructed, "Take this as a warning. In the future, be sure to pay attention to your words when chatting with people outside."

"Don't casually impart sensitive knowledge, especially things that could easily lead to bad morals."

Faced with criticism and education from this veteran grassroots police officer.

Teacher Huang is a highly respected figure in the entertainment industry who is always in the habit of educating others.

now.

He could only stand like a schoolchild who had made a mistake, his hands pressed against the seams of his pants, and readily agree.

"Yes, yes, Officer Zhang, you're right."

Teacher Huang nodded repeatedly, her cheeks burning. "I will definitely be more careful in the future and will never talk nonsense outside again."

Seeing such a proper attitude.

Police officer Lao Zhang nodded in satisfaction, pushed his police bicycle, and walked out of the Mushroom House courtyard.

After Old Zhang left.

A subtle silence settled over the courtyard.

Teacher He and Peng Peng wanted to laugh but dared not, so they could only hold it in until their faces turned red, and each made an excuse to go to the kitchen to wash vegetables.

Teacher Huang walked to the wooden pavilion and plopped down on the familiar little stool.

His hands hung limply on his knees, his shoulders slightly hunched.

He was dejected, like a defeated rooster, completely listless.

The morning breeze ruffled his slightly disheveled hair, adding a touch of melancholy.

But in fact.

His dejected state at this moment was not because he felt ashamed of being taken away by the police last night.

Being in the entertainment industry, which is like a melting pot.

He's seen all sorts of storms and waves.

Being called to the police station to cooperate with the investigation of a false alarm was a bit embarrassing, but it wasn't an indelible stain on my reputation.

He truly felt distressed and heartbroken.

It's because he can no longer go to that big tree at the village entrance and chat with those old men!

This was the most devastating blow to him.

To know.

Huang Sanshi never fights a battle unprepared.

The reason he can know a little bit about everything is...

It's not because he was born with that knowledge.

It's not because he's good at putting in hard work behind the scenes.

In order to brag and chat with those old men, and to completely impress them on the topic of gambling skills.

He secretly stayed up late at night to study gambling techniques.

This does not mean he wanted to do anything illegal or disorderly, such as gambling.

Instead, he had started chatting with those old men a few days earlier, and the old men had inadvertently started talking about gambling techniques.

He assumed the other person simply enjoyed watching classic gambling films made in Hong Kong in the past, so he casually chatted along with the topic.

but.

As the conversation progressed...

He discovered that the old men actually had a certain understanding of various ways and tricks, and could even throw out a few professional terms from time to time.

This immediately ignited Mr. Huang's damn competitive spirit.

In order to successfully show off in front of a few old men.

In order to overwhelm these rural old men with my absolute knowledge and enjoy their admiring and astonished gazes.

After returning to my room that evening.

He secretly took out his phone and frantically searched for information online.

He not only consulted various probability calculation formulas, but also found a large number of articles revealing the inside story of casinos.

He even slowed down those classic God of Gamblers movies frame by frame to study the techniques used in shuffling, cutting, and changing cards.

But now, after this incident...

He was full of gambling theories, those probability formulas and code words he had painstakingly memorized by staying up all night.

Now it's all rotten inside me.

There will never be another chance to show it.

For Teacher Huang, this feeling was like being slowly cut with a dull knife, a form of psychological torture.

What he can't stand the most is that you've clearly spent so much effort doing your homework.

However, due to force majeure.

This makes it impossible for you to use this researched material to show off in front of others!

This feeling of frustration at having nowhere to put one's talents to use.

This is the feeling of disappointment when you prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast only to find that all the guests have left.

This is worse for him than killing him!

Teacher Huang sat on a small stool, covered her face with her hands, and let out a long sigh filled with endless resentment.

Just as he was immersed in the immense pain of being unable to show off, wallowing in self-pity.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the courtyard wall and fell on the wooden floor of the pavilion.

After sitting listlessly for a while...

Teacher Huang's strong mental fortitude came in handy, and he regained some of his energy.

He lowered his hands and raised his head.

To get out of this frustrating feeling as soon as possible, he decided to talk to someone.

He turned his head.

Just then, I saw Li Mo'an sitting in the rattan chair next to me.

The young man was wearing a clean white T-shirt, and a thick A4-sized printed document, clipped to his lap, was spread out on his lap.

He was quietly looking at the script in his hands, his focused expression seemingly oblivious to the noise around him.

To distract himself from his depression, and also to find a safe topic to talk about.

Teacher Huang cleared his throat.

He just asked it casually.

"By the way, Mo'an."

Looking at the focused young man, Teacher Huang casually asked, "I haven't asked you yet what kind of script your aunt got for you?"

Upon hearing the inquiry.

Li Mo'an shifted his gaze from the densely packed lines on the printed paper.

He looked up at Teacher Huang sitting opposite him.

His handsome face was devoid of any extraneous expression.

He gave a calm answer.

"It's a script about gambling."

And it was at this time...

"Ding! The system [Do One Job, Do One Thing] has been triggered!"

Hearing that long-lost voice.

Li Mo'an blinked calmly, thinking to himself, "The system has been quiet for the past few days, and it suddenly triggered at this time?"

Upon hearing the answer, Teacher Huang on the other side blinked.

Then, my eyes lit up.

A gambling theme? What a coincidence!