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

A gentle breeze swept through the gazebo of the mushroom house, causing the surrounding bamboo curtains to sway slightly.

At this moment, Teacher Huang was completely absorbed in the moment.

In order to establish the lofty image of a grandmaster in front of his disciples, he showed off all his best skills.

These were the obscure knowledge he had found by staying up all night searching online these past few days, as well as the cool action sequences he had painstakingly extracted frame by frame from various old Hong Kong movies.

"Mo'an, just watch carefully."

Teacher Huang lowered his voice, his tone carrying a feigned air of profound world-weariness.

He casually picked up a deck of old playing cards that people usually used to pass the time from the shelf next to the pavilion.

Open the outer packaging and pour out the playing cards inside.

He placed the deck of cards on the solid wood table.

"The most skillful gambling techniques often don't require eyes."

As Teacher Huang spoke, he closed his eyes and brought his ear close to the deck of cards.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together and quickly rubbed them along the edge of the deck.

The playing cards made a crisp "swish swish" sound when rubbed together.

"This is called sound localization. By observing the subtle differences in the timbre of the cards being rubbed together, you can determine whether there are high-ranking or low-ranking cards mixed in."

He spoke with great conviction.

Actually, because that deck of cards had been used for a long time, the edges had long been frayed, and the sound of rubbing it was a complete mess.

But the expression on his face was extremely focused, as if he had truly heard some profound mystery.

Followed by.

He opened his eyes, took the deck of cards in his hand, and began to demonstrate how to hide cards while shuffling.

He awkwardly split the cards in half with both hands, trying to make a fancy bridge shuffle.

As a result of his clumsy technique, several cards flew out and fell to the ground.

The scene was very embarrassing.

But Teacher Huang has extremely strong mental fortitude.

Without changing his expression, he bent down, picked up the cards, and quietly put them back into the deck.

Then push the cards to the center of the table.

He patted his broad chest and solemnly assured the young man sitting opposite him.

"As long as you learn these amazing skills I'm going to teach you."

Teacher Huang was quite forthcoming when it came to making grand promises, his tone filled with anticipation for the future: "The future is promising, Mo'an."

"With your humble attitude of seeking knowledge."

"You are the next gambling king of Oklahoma!"

Then.

He took a sip of the slightly cooled tea to moisten his throat, which had become dry from talking too much.

He stuffed all the theoretical knowledge he had gathered from watching movies and searching online, regardless of whether it was useful or not, into Li Mo'an's hands.

At this time.

Li Mo'an was sitting opposite him.

His handsome face remained impassive and calm.

He held a small notebook for taking notes in his hand and a ballpoint pen in his right.

He was looking down, carefully writing something on a piece of paper.

He looks like the most obedient and well-behaved student.

In the live stream room.

Tens of thousands of online viewers watched through the camera as Teacher Huang displayed his extremely pretentious behavior.

Everyone was amused by the humorous teaching scene.

The barrage of comments flooded the screen like snowflakes.

Netizens flooded their keyboards with messages of joy.

"I've learned something new again."

"That was absolutely brilliant! Those three cards on the ground were the real killer move, right?"

"Thank you so much, Master Calculator, for imparting your secret techniques! When I go to the casino and make a fortune, I'll definitely send you rockets!"

Don't say it.

Teacher Huang's explanation, a mix of deception and bluff, coupled with his Oscar-worthy facial expression control, was truly impressive.

What they said actually sounded quite convincing.

If I hadn't witnessed his chaotic and disorganized shuffling of the cards with my own eyes, I would have really thought he was some retired master gambler just by hearing his theories.

"Haha, do you think you can become the next gambling king of Oku Island just by learning this little bit?"

"This is too childish."

"Okushima Ho Family: Oh no, this is aimed at me!!!"

"Mr. Huang, please have mercy and return the Okudo gambling business to the Ho family."

Tens of thousands of netizens freely used memes in the live stream.

The entire internet was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

And this online frenzy was going on all the time.

In the town.

Beside a street brimming with the aroma of everyday life, there is a long-established breakfast shop.

Early in the morning, the shop was full of townspeople having breakfast, with steaming white vapor swirling above the storefront.

Old Zhang, the policeman who had escorted Teacher Huang back earlier, was now sitting at a peeling square table near the door of the breakfast shop.

He held a golden-brown, crispy fried dough stick in his left hand and a smartphone in his right.

After a busy night, he was just looking for something hot to fill his stomach.

While waiting for the soy milk to be served.

I thought about it.

He extended his somewhat rough fingers and tapped the screen a few times.

She opened the Mushroom House live stream room with practiced ease.

As a key focus within the jurisdiction.

He is actually a loyal fan of the slow-paced variety show "Mushroom House," and he likes to watch the lives of these celebrities in the countryside when he has nothing to do.

The phone screen lights up.

The video has just buffered.

Old Zhang heard it clearly...