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

On the smartphone screen, what was clearly displayed was:

[Shocking! Li Mo'an from Mushroom House unearths a nuclear bomb? The entire internet is in an uproar!]

nuclear bomb?

Qian Chenghui's eyes, which were originally somewhat cloudy, suddenly widened, and he even paused for a moment.

Have we found it?

Could that be the last lost item codenamed "Jade Shattered"?

His hand trembled, and he clicked on it almost instinctively.

The page redirected and the main content was loaded.

Qian Chenghui held his breath and quickly scanned the text above.

However, after reading only a few lines, the shock and anticipation on his face quickly cooled, leaving him speechless.

The article stated, "Given the bizarre nature of Li Mo'an's current digging method, and considering the massive artifacts he's unearthed before, some experts predict that if he continues digging like this, he might actually unearth a nuclear bomb someday! (Just kidding!)"

"..."

Qian Chenghui held his phone, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

writer of sensational headlines.

This is utter clickbait.

It turns out that an editor deliberately used such a scary title for the sake of sensationalism; the actual content was all speculation and banter.

"These days, the media really dares to write anything."

Qian Chenghui shook his head, put his phone on the table, and let the hope that had just been ignited in his heart fade away.

What followed was an even deeper sense of disappointment.

You see, he had been searching for that thing for far too long. Every time there was hope, it ended in disappointment. Even for someone as experienced as him, this kind of setback was hard to bear.

"That's true, it's not that easy to find."

He sighed, and at that moment, his gaze inadvertently fell on a photo in the news illustrations.

That was a high-resolution image of Li Mo'an standing by the dirt road, with a mountain of iron piled up at his feet.

That's what countless netizens call scrap metal props.

however.

Qian Chenghui is a top scientist in Dongguo and has also been deeply involved in the military industry. He has a very accurate eye for opportunity.

I only glanced at it.

His eyes were glued to it.

He picked up his phone again, squinted, and even brought his face close to the screen, stretching out his finger to zoom in on the picture, and zoom in again.

The rust marks that were originally blurry became clear in his eyes.

That unique tail fin structure.

The mold line marks left by that casting process.

And those few fuse holders, even though they are severely rusted, still show obvious characteristics.

"This is......"

Qian Chenghui's expression turned serious.

Although it wasn't the big guy he was looking for.

but.

"Type 97 land-based bomb... Type 99 hand grenade... and those few, are they Type 93 anti-tank mines?"

He muttered these professional model names to himself.

As someone who had dealt with these dangerous materials his entire life, he recognized them at a glance.

What kind of prop is this?

This is clearly a pile of real weapons, left over from World War II that have not yet been detonated!

And judging by the quantity, they're piled up like a small mountain, there must be at least a thousand of them.

"Nonsense!"

Qian Chenghui's eyes twitched, and the disappointment on his face disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

Although it wasn't a nuclear bomb, the fact that such a large number of unexploded bombs appeared on a variety show broadcast live to the public, and judging from the people in the photos, there were even villagers watching nearby, is simply playing with people's lives!

If it really explodes, then it will be a huge problem.

This is no small matter.

He thought for a moment, then picked up his phone without hesitation.

Although he has retired and no longer manages specific administrative affairs, since he has come across this matter, which involves such a major issue of public safety, he cannot ignore it.

He dialed a number.

That call was to Zhao Dashan, a bigwig in the Yunnan Provincial Military Region.

He and Zhao Dashan were old acquaintances, having collaborated on a project years ago. Zhao Dashan held him in high esteem, always addressing him as "Old Qian," while he called him "Little Zhao."

"Beep—beep—"

The call was answered quickly.

"Hey? This is Zhao Dashan." A strong voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Little Zhao, it's me, Qian Chenghui," Old Master Qian said calmly.

"Old Qian?!"

Zhao Dashan on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback, and his voice immediately became respectful, "Oh, Mr. Qian, what brings you to call me? Is there some instruction you need?"

"It's not really an instruction."

Qian Chenghui looked at the pile of bombs on his phone screen and said directly:

"I just saw on the news that there's a show called 'Mushroom House' in your area, and it seems to be filmed in a village within your jurisdiction, right?"

"Yes, that's true." Zhao Dashan was taken aback, wondering why someone like Qian Lao, who was involved in big science, would be paying attention to variety shows.

"In that program, there was a young man named Li Mo'an who dug up a lot of things."

Qian Chenghui said, "I've seen the photos. Those aren't props; they're real. There are quite a few of them, and they're of various types, including anti-tank mines. Although they're all old relics, they're still dangerous."

"You'd better send a professional bomb disposal unit over there to handle this, just in case things really go wrong."

Qian Chenghui didn't say much, but simply gave a brief report on the situation.

In his view, this was just a safety hazard that needed to be pointed out, and since the notification had been given, Zhao Dashan would naturally handle it properly.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Qian, I already knew," Zhao Dashan quickly replied.

"That's good."

After hanging up the phone.

Qian Chenghui did not pay much attention to this matter.

For him, this was just a small episode in the process of finding that "big guy".

He then continued searching on his phone.

You see, he wouldn't feel at ease until he found that thing.

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

On the other side...

Yunnan Provincial Military Region, Chief's Office.

Zhao Dashan slowly put down the phone, his expression quite interesting.

He sat in the chair, stunned for several seconds, before taking a long breath.

"hiss--"

"This...this is really weird."

Zhao Dashan stared at the telephone on the table, feeling a buzzing in his head.

Not long ago, his old comrade-in-arms Zou Jianguo called him specifically to warn him that the kid named Li Mo'an was very strange and that he must be careful.

At the time, he thought Zou Jianguo was just getting old and becoming eccentric, and even joked that he was afraid Li Mo'an would dig up a nuclear bomb.

The call had barely ended when...

Even Qian Xuesen, this bigwig in the scientific community, a man who is usually elusive, actually called him personally.

And it was all for that young man named Li Mo'an!

"This Li Mo'an...this kid..."

Zhao Dashan was shocked and couldn't help but mutter, "This is really strange. It's amazing that even an old man like Qian Lao has taken notice of it."

It's important to understand that Qian Xuesen held a high position and was usually concerned with major national strategic issues.

Now he's actually making a personal phone call to inquire about a potential bomb hazard in a variety show.

The commotion this kid made was indeed significant, but surely it shouldn't have caught the attention of an old man like him? Yet, it did.

Then, he remembered his old comrade-in-arms Zou Jianguo's comment about Li Mo'an: "That kid is weird."

In retrospect, that assessment was spot on, even a bit conservative.

Zhao Dashan shook his head, just about to call his secretary in to give his subordinates more instructions and urge them to speed things up.

"Oh, right."

suddenly.

He paused for a moment, as if suddenly remembering something.

"What has this old Mr. Qian been up to lately?"