Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

"It's fake! It's all fake!"

Zhou Yan was being held by the police, his legs kicking wildly on the ground, and he even lost one of his shoes.

He roared like a madman.

"Photoshopped! This is a photoshopped image!"

"Transaction records can be faked!"

"Where would a novelist like him get tens of millions?"

"That was data altered by hackers by Luo Tianxiong to clear his son-in-law's name!"

"You've been scammed!"

"I'm the director! I have the right to audit the accounts!"

The audience members, who were wiping away tears, were stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

indeed.

These days, a picture doesn't necessarily tell the truth.

Those few transfer slips with red backgrounds and white text, although impressive to look at, were ultimately just electronic images.

If a top-tier hacker were to actually break in, they certainly could.

And that's tens of millions!

Who would actually donate their entire fortune and then live in a moldy basement?

This is not in line with human nature.

That doesn't make sense either.

Seeing that some people were wavering, Zhou Yan shouted even more enthusiastically.

"Investigate! This must be thoroughly investigated!"

"I refuse to accept this!"

"I want to see the bank statements! I want to see the original official seal!"

Just then.

The large screen, which had just gone dark, suddenly emitted a piercing crack.

sizzle-

It was as if something had forcibly cut into the signal source.

A noisy electrical hum emanated from the speakers, mixed with the whistling of the wind.

Very big.

The vibrations were so intense they made my eardrums ache.

"What happened?"

"Are all the people in the tech department dead?!"

Zhou Yan thought his chance had come and struggled desperately to grab the microphone.

"Someone is causing trouble!"

"Turn off the power immediately!"

Backstage.

The technical supervisor was sweating profusely, his fingers practically smoking from typing on the keyboard.

"It can't be cut off!"

"Their authority is far superior to ours!"

"This completely blocks the satellite signal!"

"Unplugging the power doesn't work; this is a forced pop-up!"

Before anyone could react...

The big screen lit up.

There are no cool special effects.

There was no polished editing.

Even the picture quality is a pitiful 360P, all pixelated.

The video kept shaking.

The background isn't a studio, nor is it some high-end press conference venue.

Instead, it was a continuous mountain range.

It's bare and looks desolate.

It's very windy.

The wind made the camera lens shake.

In front of the camera.

A face appeared.

It was a dark, rough face covered with wrinkles.

He looks to be in his fifties.

He was wearing a faded Zhongshan suit, one of the buttons on the collar was missing.

He was too close to the camera.

The huge face almost filled the entire screen, making it look somewhat comical.

"Feed? Feed?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Erwa, check if this thing is lit up?"

The person patted the camera twice.

dong dong dong.

The dull sound seemed out of place coming through the top-of-the-line speakers.

The entire audience of 50,000 people was stunned.

What's going on here?

Whose livestream mishap looks like this?

Zhou Yan was also stunned, stopped struggling, and stared blankly at the screen.

In the picture.

The middle-aged man seemed to have finally made sure the connection was established.

He rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly.

Both hands were covered in calluses and cracks, and black grime that couldn't be washed off was stuck under the fingernails.

"that……"

"Excuse me……"

"Is this that TV show called 'Rising Star'?"

His Mandarin is not standard.

He spoke with a heavy southwestern accent.

You have to strain your ears to understand.

No one spoke.

Everyone was completely baffled by this scene.

The middle-aged man became even more nervous when no one responded.

He glanced back.

Behind him was a bright five-star red flag.

It was rustling in the wind.

That was the only bright color in the picture.

"We...we are looking for a benefactor named Xu Qing."

"I heard from a college student who came back from the village that Mr. Xu was bullied on this show."

"They say someone called him a liar."

"We don't know much about the internet, and we can't type either."

"I just wanted to ask."

Is Mr. Xu here?

this sentence.

It made all 50,000 people in the audience hold their breath for a moment.

on the stage.

Xu Qing, who had been facing away from everyone, suddenly stiffened.

He slowly turned around.

Raise your head.

Look at that huge screen.

His eyesight is very good.

Even if we're dozens of meters apart, even if the image quality is as bad as paste.

He recognized him at a glance.

That background.

That mountain.

That's the Liangshan Mountains.

This is the location of the first "Little Fish Hope Primary School" he donated.

And that person.

He was the school's former principal, Zhang Fugui.

Xu Qing frowned.

He didn't expect that this matter would alarm the other side.

He specifically instructed us to do so when he donated the money.

No anonymity, no interviews, no disturbances.

All that matters is building the school.

On the screen.

Principal Zhang was still struggling to shout into the camera.

"Mr. Xu?"

"I'm Lao Zhang."

"Zhang Fugui from Shitouzhai Primary School in Daliangshan."

"Do you remember?"

"A year ago, you wired us 1.5 million."

"They said they wanted to build a sturdier classroom for the children so that it wouldn't leak when it rained."

"You also said that we don't need to thank you."

"Just one request."

"The school should be named 'Little Fish'."

Principal Zhang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly as he spoke.

"We were wondering about that at the time."

"This name sounds like a little girl's name."

"We later found out that was your wife's name."

"You said this is to accumulate good karma for her in heaven."

boom--

If the transfer record just now was a bombshell...

Then these words.

It was like throwing a nuclear bomb directly into the studio.

Witness testimony.

Physical evidence.

Everything is complete.

This is not a whitewash at all.

This is an undeniable fact.

The man who was criticized all night for "doing anything for money".

The man who was accused of "profiting from human suffering".

He did it a year ago.

In that corner where nobody knows.

Use 1.5 million.

On a desolate mountain whose name is unknown.

A monument was erected in honor of his beloved.

Zhou Yan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

It's like someone has drained all the blood from me.

He was still trembling.

"Looking for...looking for actors..."

"They must have hired actors!"

"One and a half million, just find some random old man from the countryside to act..."