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

Old Zhang clearly heard Teacher Huang's "professional instruction" to Li Mo'an.

Forget about sound localization and all that stuff.

Hearing those words slang-like from the martial arts world.

Old Zhang's hand holding the fried dough stick froze in mid-air; he even forgot to bring it to his mouth.

Followed by.

His forehead was covered in black lines, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Old Zhang was speechless.

"What's wrong with this old man?"

"I had just recently given him a long and earnest plea, telling him to be mindful of his public image as a public figure."

"Don't discuss these sensitive topics on camera."

"How could this guy forget so quickly!"

Old Zhang felt his blood pressure rising at an extremely rapid pace.

Moreover, what troubles him the most is...

Although the other party's technique was terrible, he could spout one theory after another.

They can even use specialized jargon like "bottom welding" and "listening to the sound," and they do it quite convincingly.

If young, immature viewers saw this, they might actually believe that learning it would lead to wealth.

originally.

When I took Teacher Huang back to the Mushroom House in the morning.

Old Zhang still felt somewhat guilty.

He felt that his actions last night, such as dragging the other person out of bed and bringing him back to the station for questioning, were indeed a misunderstanding.

A big star was arrested as a key member of a gambling ring simply for bragging a few times under an old tree at the village entrance.

This matter was handled rather awkwardly.

But now.

Looking at the phone screen, there was Teacher Huang, a lawless madman who was spitting everywhere and spouting gambling jargon.

Old Zhang's previous feelings of guilt vanished instantly.

He listened to those dangerous words that sounded very plausible.

Suddenly I realized...

This guy should be arrested!

Old Zhang put down the half-eaten fried dough stick in his hand and took out a napkin from the table to wipe his hands.

He squinted, his gaze fixed on Teacher Huang on the screen through his slightly presbyopic eyes.

He even started to seriously consider it in his mind.

I'm wondering if I should just turn around and go back now to catch the other person again.

Let's interrogate them again more thoroughly.

It would be best to lock this unrepentant guy in a dark room and make him face the wall to reflect on his mistakes.

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

At the same time.

Here at the Mushroom House.

Teacher Huang in the pavilion.

Seeing that Li Mo'an was still listening so attentively on the other side.

He even took out a small notebook and kept scribbling on the paper with his pen, as if he was recording his "insights" word by word.

Teacher Huang's vanity was satisfied like never before, and he felt even better.

He felt that his talent had finally found its patron, and the sense of accomplishment from being a mentor filled him with energy.

but.

I don't know why.

Just then.

A gentle breeze blew from outside the yard and brushed against the back of his neck.

Teacher Huang felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly shivered, and goosebumps appeared all over his body in that instant.

That feeling.

It was as if someone was watching him.

then.

Only then did he belatedly realize his current predicament.

He realized that he seemed to have gotten a little carried away.

after all.

I was just brought back this morning by Officer Zhang in a police car.

The desolate feeling of being in the cold detention cell last night is still fresh in my memory.

And now.

I was actually talking about these slightly sensitive things without any restraint in a live broadcast room with tens of thousands of people.

Isn't this a classic case of forgetting the pain once the wound has healed?

Thinking of this.

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Teacher Huang's forehead.

He swallowed hard, his eyes glancing quickly at the fixed camera flashing red light next to him.

then.

He quickly straightened his posture.

He twitched his slightly stiff facial muscles and chuckled.

To avoid being invited for questioning again.

He immediately tried to justify himself, saying:

"Hahaha."

Teacher Huang waved his hand and said in a cheerful tone, as if everything that had just happened was just a joke.

"Don't take this seriously."

"What I just said wasn't about teaching you gambling skills."

He straightened his back, trying to make himself appear more radiant and imposing.

"What I'm doing is actually similar to revealing a magic trick."

"It's about using a scientific approach to reveal the secrets of gambling techniques that seem mysterious in movies."

In the end, he even raised his voice to make his final assessment.

"By letting everyone know about this scam, I'm also fighting against gambling."

This was a lightning-fast, fluid sliding knee slide.

This made all the viewers in the live stream laugh.

then.

Tens of thousands of online viewers saw Teacher Huang's somewhat guilty reaction.

In front of the screen.

Everyone burst into laughter.

The barrage of comments, which had been quiet for a moment, erupted again.

"Haha, Teacher Huang is scared."

"Where did that confident, commanding presence go? How did you suddenly become an anti-gambling ambassador?"

"Teacher Huang, don't back down!"

"I still prefer your rebellious side from just now."

"You recover, and continue teaching us how to dominate Orion Island."

"Oh no, Teacher Huang's survival instinct is off the charts."

"Hey Officer Zhang, are you still watching the live stream, Mr. Zhang, the one who brought Teacher Huang back?"

"Hurry up and send another police officer to take Teacher Huang back to the dark room. That old rascal is up to his old tricks again."

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

On the other side...

Officer Zhang from the breakfast shop.

He sat at the small square table.

I heard Teacher Huang's forced attempt to save face coming from the phone's speaker.

Old Zhang squinted and thought for a moment.

His furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

He felt that what the other person said made a lot of sense.

After all, that demonstration just now, especially that terrible shuffling technique, was almost like revealing a failed magic trick.

It has absolutely no practical value and does not meet the standard of teaching criminal techniques.

and.

They said they would lock Teacher Huang in a dark room.

This idea might be okay to think about, but it's certainly unrealistic to put into practice law enforcement.

They didn't cause any substantial social harm.

Old Zhang thought about it.

I figured I might as well just be idling around anyway.

His curiosity was piqued by what Teacher Huang had just said in the live stream.

I'm planning to try it myself.

He looked up and called out to the vendor who was frying dough sticks.

Ask the owner of the breakfast shop in town if he has a license plate.

The shopkeeper wiped his hands, pulled out an old deck of cards he usually used to pass the time from under the counter, and handed it over.

Old Zhang took the cards.

Hold it in your hand.

After borrowing the cards and figuring them out.

He copied what Teacher Huang did in the live stream and divided the cards in half.

Try to place your thumb underneath and use your index and middle fingers to forcefully pull out the bottom card.

result.

The moment the finger exerted force.

A soft "whoosh" sound.

The half of the playing cards in his hand slipped uncontrollably down like talcum powder that had been crushed.

They were scattered all over the ground.

Old Zhang stared blankly at the mess on the ground.

I was speechless.

After this firsthand verification.

He finally understood everything that Teacher Huang had told him.

Although it sounds plausible, with a series of theories to intimidate people.

But that's just what it sounds like.

This requires an extremely high level of finger flexibility and muscle control.

It's simply impossible for a normal person to put into practice.

Not to mention fooling others at the ever-changing gambling table.

After confirming that it was just a harmless exchange of words.

Old Zhang bent down and picked up the playing cards from the ground one by one, arranging them neatly and putting them back on the table.

"but."

Why do I feel a little creeped out?

Old Zhang looked at the stack of old playing cards and muttered to himself.

And at that time...

"Officer Zhang."

Just then, the breakfast shop owner came over carrying a large bowl and placed the steaming bowl of rich soy milk in front of Lao Zhang.

The boss's enthusiastic greeting instantly interrupted his thoughts.

Old Zhang pulled his thoughts back from drifting away.

He shook his head, realizing that he had indeed been working on the case late into the night for the past few days and was under too much stress.

This is just too absurd.

So he didn't think about it any further.

Meanwhile, on Teacher Huang's side...