The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Qingcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The alarm systems throughout the entire building went off simultaneously.

In the security control room, the six night shift security guards practically jumped up from their chairs.

"What's going on! What's going on!"

The duty captain rushed to the monitoring station, where seven of the twenty-three screens had turned into static.

In the remaining footage, all that remains of the east gate is a cloud of thick smoke and a deformed metal frame.

"East Gate... East Gate is gone!"

A young security guard's voice trembled.

"The entire door... was blown up!"

The duty captain grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Everyone evacuate the exhibition area! Do not approach the east side! Call the police! Call the police immediately!"

His voice cracked, and his hands trembled so much he could barely press the call button.

"I saw someone!"

Another security guard pointed at the screen and screamed.

"Someone's come in! With a gun!"

In the surveillance footage, several black figures emerged from the thick smoke.

Fully armed, wearing a tactical vest, mask, and assault rifle.

A patrolling security guard rushed out from around the corner of the corridor, holding a stun gun.

"Bang!"

Gunshots.

The security guard was hit in the shoulder, spun around and fell to the ground, the stun baton flying out and hitting the wall.

Real guns and live ammunition.

In the control room, everyone's face turned pale instantly.

"Run...run!"

The duty captain threw down his walkie-talkie, grabbed the two stunned young men, and rushed towards the back door.

"Never mind that! This is beyond our capabilities! Wait for the police! Wait for the police to arrive!"

……

hotel.

The executive suite next to the presidential suite.

Fang Shouye was lying on the coffee table, his nose almost touching a high-resolution printed photo, and the magnifying glass in his hand was almost poking the paper.

"No, no, the final stroke of this forty-third cloud seal script, I always thought it was a concealed stroke, but now I see... it's a returning stroke! The difference is subtle, but the meaning is completely different!"

Zhou Dechang looked up from another stack of photos, pushing his reading glasses up and down.

"Are you sure? It looks like a side strike to me..."

"You're seeing things, Lao Zhou. Let me tell you, the curve on the real thing..."

Ji Jingshan was holding a teacup, about to interrupt, when Fang Shouye's phone suddenly rang.

The ringing was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

"Feed?"

Various noises came from the other end of the phone.

It was a scream.

It's an alarm.

It was the sound of gunfire.

"Old Fang...Old Fang! Someone blew up the East Gate!! They've stormed in! They're armed! We can't stop them!"

Fang Shouye jumped up from in front of the coffee table as if he had been electrocuted.

"What?"

Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan looked up at the same time.

"Old Fang?"

Zhou Dechang stood up.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Shouye's hand gripping the phone trembled violently, and he managed to squeeze out a sound after his lips quivered twice.

"Someone...someone is attacking the convention center!"

"What?!"

The two old men's expressions changed simultaneously.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Fang Shouye had already rushed towards the door.

"Quickly! Notify Miss Shen!"

He flung open the door and rushed into the hallway.

At seventy-two years old, he runs with incredible speed.

On the same floor, in the presidential suite.

Gu Xingluo nestled on the chaise longue, holding the piece of silk above her head, swinging her legs back and forth in the air, reciting it aloud for who knows how many times.

"Without you, I would live a life of solitude for ten thousand years; without you, I would wander the desolate heavens alone."

She rolled over, buried her face in the cushions, and let out a muffled scream.

"Ah! The lamp will not go out in the snowy night, I will not retreat even if ten thousand abandon me! I'm going to die! I'll die every time I read this!"

She suddenly looked up, her eyes shining, and looked at Shen Nianqing sitting by the window.

"Nianqing! Did your man accumulate five hundred years of literary talent in his past life just to write for you in this one?!"

Shen Nianqing leaned against the single sofa by the window, the smile on her lips never fading.

"You've read it seventeen times already."

"Even the eighteenth time isn't enough!"

Gu Xingluo pressed the silk cloth against her chest.

"I'm going to frame it and hang it above my bed! I'll read it three times every morning before I leave the house!"

Shen Nianqing reached out and subtly pulled the silk back from her hand.

"This is mine."

"You stingy person."

On the other side, Chen Xiaoyu and Lin Keke squeezed into the corner of the sofa, their heads close together, staring at their phone screens.

"Look, Xiaoyu!"

Lin Keke's fingers swiped frantically.

"I received 437 rocket gifts, 11 from the carnival, and 6 from the castle..."

She took out her calculator and her fingers clicked the keys.

"Four hundred and thirty-seven times two thousand... a carnival costs thirty thousand... a castle costs one hundred thousand..."

The moment the numbers appeared, Lin Keke's eyes instantly turned into the shape of two copper coins.

"Light rain!"

"Um?"

"We made money!"

Lin Keke grabbed Chen Xiaoyu's shoulder and shook her head like a rattle drum.

"After the platform's revenue sharing, I got... I calculated... nearly two million! Two million, Chen Xiaoyu!"

Chen Xiaoyu was shaken so badly that she saw stars.

"Let go..."

"We've been livestreaming for three years! Three years! Our best month was 8,000 yuan! Now we've made 2 million yuan in two livestreams!"

Lin Keke jumped up on the spot and raised her hands above her head.

"I want to eat at Haidilao! The most expensive broth! Plus two servings of tripe! No, four servings!"

Chen Xiaoyu grabbed her.

"Calm down, look at what the comments online are saying..."

The top few comments in the comment section have already received over 100,000 likes.

This is the most outrageous live stream I've seen this year, bar none. It was outrageous from beginning to end.

I wouldn't be surprised at all if the name Chen Shidu were written into contemporary legends in the future.

[Streamer, from now on you're the coolest girl on the entire internet, no one can surpass you.]

Envy, jealousy, and hatred are no longer enough to describe my feelings.

Lin Keke looked at the screen and rubbed her hands together.

"Xiaoyu, if we do a live stream during the third betrothal ceremony, do you think we can break 20 million viewers?"

Chen Xiaoyu was about to answer.

"Bang!"

The door was pounded on from the outside.

All four of them were startled at the same time.

Fang Shouye's voice burst in from outside the door, sounding urgent and panicked.

"Ms. Shen! Something's happened!! The convention center has been stormed! There are armed men!"

Shen Nianqing stood up abruptly.

Gu Xingluo sprang up from the chaise lounge.

Chen Xiaoyu and Lin Keke simultaneously threw down their phones.

Shen Nianqing took three steps to the door and opened it.

In the corridor, Fang Shouye's face was ashen, with Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan standing behind him, all three of them panting heavily.

"Mr. Fang, please speak slowly."

"The east gate of the convention center has been bombed!"

Fang Shouye's voice even changed tone.

"Someone with a gun has stormed in! Security has completely collapsed!"

"The Dharma lamp... the Dharma lamp is still inside!"

As soon as those words were spoken, Gu Xingluo was the first to explode.

"What?!"

"Who! Which bastard dares to steal my betrothal gifts!"

Everyone looked at her.

Gu Xing paused for half a second.

"...Ahem, it's my best friend's betrothal gift! My best friend's!"

She grabbed Shen Nianqing's wrist and ran away.

"Go! Go now! Go after them and bring them back to me!"

Shen Nianqing was dragged towards the elevator by her.

Chen Xiaoyu and Lin Keke exchanged a glance, grabbed their phones, and chased after them.

Fang Shouye shouted from behind.

"Don't go! Don't go! There are guns over there!"

Nobody listened.

The four girls' figures disappeared at the elevator entrance.

Fang Shouye stood there, his expression one of utter despair.

Zhou Dechang grabbed him.

"Come on! Keep up!"

"I'm 72, Old Zhou! I can't run anymore!"

"I'm eighty-three! I'm running! You better keep up!"

……