He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Ye Mo squatted in the vault and poured out all the super glue from his backpack.

Before he arrived, he passed by the convenience store downstairs from the hotel and bought all the super glue on the shelves.

The cashier looked at him like he was a wanted criminal about to commit a crime.

He didn't stick the gold bars on first.

First, they left the vault door slightly ajar, then took three gold bars from the pile and stuffed them into the briefcase prepared by the production team.

Three, no more, no less.

If the rules aren't changed later, even the last-place finisher can get three sticks, so his number isn't that much.

If the rules are changed later, he will still have room to maneuver if he has all three.

The key is not how much you get, but to make it as difficult as possible for others to get it.

He moved all the remaining gold bars to the ground.

It wasn't neatly arranged; it was a complete mess, scattered all over the floor.

Then he unscrewed the first bottle of super glue and stuck the gold bars to the ground one by one.

It wasn't just randomly glued together; each gold bar was also coated with glue and stuck together.

A golden spiderweb lay spread out on the ground, each gold bar connected to several others around it. Want to take one? You'd have to pry up the whole thing.

After gluing the last piece, he threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

He stood up and stretched his wrists, then picked up a hammer from the corner of the wall.

This hammer was one of the props prepared by the props team, originally intended for use in later game segments.

Ye Mo placed it in the very center of the vault, next to the floor tiles covered with gold bars.

"Thoughtful service," he said to the camera. "All the tools are ready."

Then he put his three gold bars into his suitcase and zipped it up.

He walked to the door and looked back one last time.

The golden "golden cakes" on the ground gleamed with an alluring light.

I can still imagine the complaints from everyone who came in.

Cool!

Ye Mo dragged his suitcase out of the vault.

The suitcase didn't look very big, but he carried it with both hands, leaning back slightly, panting with every step, and sweat beading on his forehead.

Huang Bo was wiping his mouth against the corridor wall when he saw him come out, and his eyes immediately fell on the suitcase.

The suitcase dragged on the ground with a dull thud, and Ye Mo looked extremely tired, as if he had just moved a mountain.

Huang Bo stood up straight, opened his mouth, and asked, "How much did you take?"

Ye Mo didn't say anything, he just waved his hand while panting, and continued to drag his suitcase forward.

Huang Bo stared at his retreating figure dragging his suitcase, then turned to the cameraman and said, "Damn it, he must have taken at least fifty of those. He'll swallow twenty sweet potatoes whole without chewing them, and he'll grab gold bars like crazy—he's really here to risk his life."

After Ye Mo walked around the corner and made sure Huang Bo couldn't see him, he straightened up, slung his suitcase over his shoulder, and walked with a brisk pace.

The PD who was filming almost burst out laughing.

Huang Bo ranked second in eating sweet potatoes, and he still held onto a sliver of hope when he entered the vault.

Pushing open the door, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of chemical glue.

He wrinkled his nose and looked down at the ground.

He stood motionless at the doorway.

The gold bars on the ground were connected in one piece, each one stuck tightly to the adjacent ones, like a metal floor.

There was a hammer placed right in the middle.

Huang Bo squatted down and reached for a gold bar, but couldn't pick it up.

With a little force, it didn't budge.

He felt around the gold bars and found that one of them was stuck to the four next to it, and the four next to it were stuck to the ones next to it, making dozens of gold bars on the ground into one whole.

He stood up, put his hands on his hips, looked down at the gold bars, and remained silent for a long while.

"So that's why there's a ranking system for eating sweet potatoes, it turns out it's a physically demanding activity."

Huang Bo picked up a hammer and tapped the edge of a gold bar.

With a crisp clang.

The gold bar didn't react; his hand went numb from the shock.

He refused to believe it.

He picked up the hammer and continued hammering, chanting to himself as he did so, "Eighty, eighty, eighty, eighty."

At the doorway, everyone was dumbfounded when they heard the voice saying "eighty eighty".

Huang Bo came out covered in sweat.

Nobody knows what happened to him inside.

Sun Honglei ranked third in eating sweet potatoes, and he was more confident than Huang Bo when he entered the vault.

That confidence shattered the moment the door was opened.

"What's going on?" Sun Honglei looked at the gold bars on the ground, then at the hammer, and then at the glistening glue marks on the floor tiles. He slowly took a step back. "Who did this? This is outrageous!"

Sun Honglei squatted down and smashed a gold bar.

With a clang, the edge of the gold bar curled up slightly.

Tap it again, and it will lift up a little more.

"This is even more tiring than action scenes." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I didn't sweat this much when I was filming 'Lurking'."

The crew members stood nearby, drinking mineral water as they watched Sun Honglei smash gold bars, the smiles on their faces impossible to hide.

The people who came in after them were all more impressive than the last.

Huang Lei pushed open the door and saw the hammer and the gold bars stuck together. He remained silent for several seconds.

He pushed up his glasses, a gesture he made whenever he encountered something beyond his comprehension.

......

In the monitoring room.

Director Yan stood in front of the monitor, watching the live footage of six people taking turns knocking on gold bars in the vault.

Several members of the directing team nearby were already suffering from internal injuries from trying to suppress their laughter.

An assistant director leaned over and whispered, "Director Yan, we really didn't design this segment. The gold bars were meant to be taken, not knocked over. Ye Mo is completely playing by his own rules."

Director Yan looked at the monitor with a complicated expression.

He has been working on variety shows for over a decade and has seen countless guests—obedient guests, cheating guests, and guests who try to outsmart others.

But there aren't many people like Ye Mo who come with their own script.

He wasn't breaking the rules; he was creating a new set of rules within the existing framework.

They stuck gold bars on the metal, then hammered them. They took three bars, no more, no less.

Even if someone complains later, the production team has nothing to say.

The rule says "go in and get the gold bars," it doesn't say you can't stick them.

In the corridor.

Wang Xun sat on the steps outside the vault, holding a thermos in his hand.

He was the butler and didn't need to go in to retrieve the gold bars, but he had gone in beforehand to clean the vault and knew how the gold bars were originally arranged.

He took a sip of tea and said to his cameraman, "Luckily I'm the butler, otherwise I'd be the one squatting inside smashing gold bars right now."

After a pause, he added, "You absolutely must never let Ye Mo enter the prop room first when you're making a show. Once he's in the prop room, all your props will become his toys."

They finally knocked down all the gold bars.

Everyone took a few sticks, but the physical exertion had far exceeded expectations.

When gathering outside.

Sun Honglei's clothes were soaked through on the back.

Huang Lei wiped his glasses with his sleeve.

The little pig lay panting on the stool, and Zhang Yixing's hairstyle was completely ruined.

"The director really knows how to have fun." Sun Honglei stood up, propping himself up with a hammer. "So that's why we prepared so many sweet potatoes. Turns out there's some hard work to do later."

Huang Bo shook his head: "I'm afraid it wasn't arranged by the director."

After he came out, he thought about many things. The first thing he thought about was why Ye Mo hadn't made a sound inside.

Then when I came out, my suitcase was still very heavy.

There are many suspicious points!

"Who arranged this?"

Huang Bo didn't have time to answer.

Wang Xun peeked halfway into the vault from the doorway, holding a thermos cup, his expression very kind.

"It's Ye Mo. The gold bars were originally laid out one by one, but he used super glue to stick them all together. What you've been knocking on for so long isn't gold bars, it's the work of Brother Jiaqian."

Quiet.

The group stopped what they were doing at the same time.

"Find him and confiscate all his gold bars."

"We have to take him down!"

"I'm not playing games today, and I won't let Ye Mo get away with this!"

"Kill him!"

......