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

Wang Dafa really didn't want to say another word to Li Mo'an.

That's really weird.

This kid is practically carrying an invisible weapon of causality; whoever gets close is doomed.

As the commander of the garrison, although he was a materialist, he felt it was better to maintain a safe distance in the face of such a "coincidence" that could not be explained by science.

Then, a bomb disposal expert came over and performed the bomb disposal for them.

Shortly after the bomb disposal was completed.

"Attention all units!"

After thinking for a moment, Wang Dafa issued another order. Although he tried to maintain his authority, his tone still carried a hint of lingering fear:

"Continue bomb disposal according to the established plan!"

"Be careful! Please be careful!"

Following the order, the bomb disposal operation continued at the scene.

This time, with the addition of the county's bomb disposal team and the garrison's engineering detachment, the efficiency was significantly improved.

Although these professionals do not possess "master-level" skills like Li Mo'an, who dares to pinch fuses with his bare hands and pull bombs out like radishes.

But its advantage lies in its large workforce and professional equipment.

Wearing heavy bomb suits and carrying detectors and small brushes, they cleaned and dismantled the structures bit by bit, as if they were excavating artifacts at an archaeological site.

Although it was a bit slow, it was reassuring to watch, unlike watching Li Mo'an work, which made one's heart feel like it needed to be on hand at all times.

Time passed second by second.

About an hour later.

The entire bomb disposal operation is finally nearing its end.

It's almost over.

in the crowd.

Yang Mi, who had been anxiously watching from the sidelines, finally felt a sense of relief, and her previously tense shoulders relaxed.

She took off her sunglasses, wiped the fine sweat from the tip of her nose, and her signature fox-like eyes were now sparkling with a lively mind.

Although the process was thrilling and almost scared people to death.

But the result was good after all.

There was no explosion and no casualties.

As the owner of Jiaxing Entertainment, she has a very keen sense of business.

She quickly calculated in her mind:

Actually, if you look at this from a different perspective, it might not be such a bad thing.

"After all, if it weren't for Li Mo'an digging these bombs out, these things, buried underground or laid in the roadbed by that senile old man, would have been the real hidden danger."

"Who knows, one day this might be a thunderbolt from the blue."

"Although it caused quite a commotion, objectively speaking, he eliminated a huge safety hazard and saved the lives of the entire village."

This needs to be viewed dialectically.

Yang Mi thought about it more and more and it made more sense.

If handled properly, this could easily turn a disaster into a success.

Li Mo'an could even be portrayed as a bomb disposal hero who stumbled upon the truth by accident.

Of course, it depends on how the higher-ups define it, and also on whether Li Mo'an knows how to speak properly.

With this in mind, Yang Mi had an idea.

She needed to quickly give her cheap nephew a few words of advice.

Teach him how to talk to the leader, how to use rhetoric to guide the leader to think in the direction of "making contributions", and never make that mistake of being too honest again, saying nonsense like "I don't think it's dangerous".

After all, there will definitely be an inquiry process afterwards.

"Mo'an."

As Yang Mi mentally organized her thoughts, she subconsciously turned her head, trying to find Li Mo'an.

however.

She turned her head and froze.

There was nothing behind me.

Li Mo'an, who was standing there just a moment ago, has now vanished without a trace.

Where are they?

Yang Mi frowned and looked around.

Aside from the engineers still busy packing up their equipment and Wang Dafa reporting to the mayor, where was Li Mo'an?

"Where's that kid Li Mo'an?"

She asked the question instinctively.

Standing next to her, Teacher Huang was looking at the distant scenery with his hands behind his back, appearing as if he had nothing to hide.

Upon hearing Yang Mi's question, Teacher Huang turned her head, a slightly smug smile appearing on her face.

He lowered his voice and said in a relaxed tone:

"Oh, him."

"I sent him to dig a fishpond in the back hill."

"..."

Yang Mi paused, blinked, seemingly not having heard clearly: "Where did you go?"

"Let's dig a fishpond."

Teacher Huang pointed to the mountain behind the village and explained:

"Don't we still owe the production team money? We need to do tasks to exchange for our three meals a day. There's also a fishpond over there in the back mountain. I sent him to take care of it."

Teacher Huang was afraid that Yang Mi wouldn't understand why she had to send Li Mo'an away at this time.

So he leaned closer and explained his motives:

"Boss Yang."

"I'm doing this for the child's own good."

Teacher Huang sighed, glanced at the military leader who was talking to the mayor, and said in a low voice:

"As you can see, the scale of this operation today is enormous."

"Although this child is quite capable, he is still young and has never seen such a grand scene before."

"He just scared Commander Wang half to death again. If we leave him here now, and he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut, he might say something he shouldn't. Wouldn't that be troublesome?"

At this point, Teacher Huang puffed out his chest, a sense of responsibility as a mentor showing on his face:

"Now that I've accepted him as my apprentice, I have to take responsibility for him."

"Now is a critical time, so I sent him to the back mountain to avoid the storm for the time being. This is to protect him."

"As for this side..."

Teacher Huang patted his chest:

"I, as the master, will stay here and hold the fort."

"After all, I've been in this industry for so many years, I'm thick-skinned and good at talking."

"I'll see if I can find out what these high-ranking leaders think and try to help this kid out."

Listening to Teacher Huang's heartfelt words.

Yang Mi remained silent.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, who was somewhat overweight and usually gave off an air of shrewdness and even a bit of pretentiousness, she felt an unexpected surge of emotion.

It's important to understand that in the entertainment industry, a place rife with fame and fortune, most people will abandon each other when disaster strikes.

Everyone thinks that Teacher Huang is a person who judges people based on their status, likes to flaunt his seniority, and enjoys lecturing others.

But there's a saying: there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

That title "Teacher Huang" is truly well-deserved.

He truly cared for and was very loyal to his apprentices.

Although Huang had previously suggested that the main character should take the blame for digging up the bomb when he thought everything was scripted, he did not want the main character to take the blame.

But to be honest, it was a misunderstanding back then.

Now, facing the aftermath of a real bomb and so many high-ranking officials, he can still think of sending his apprentice away and staying behind to deal with the situation.

His character is truly impeccable.

"Thank you, Teacher Huang."

Yang Mi said sincerely, "I used to think... I never expected you to be so loyal."

"Hey, what's the big deal?"

Teacher Huang waved his hand, looking completely calm and collected, "A teacher for a day is a father for life."

The two smiled at each other, creating a warm atmosphere.

however.

Just as Yang Mi was about to say something more to express her gratitude...

suddenly.

Something seemed to flash through her mind.

"wrong."

Yang Mi's smile froze on her face.

She turned her head sharply, staring intently at Teacher Huang, her voice slightly strained:

"You just said... what did you send him to do?"

Teacher Huang was taken aback by her sudden reaction and subconsciously repeated:

"Let's dig a fishpond."

"I was thinking of getting him to find something to do, so he wouldn't be idle..."

Yang Mi felt a buzzing in her head.

Dig a fishpond.

The focus is not on the fishpond.

It's not located on the back mountain either.

But it lies in that verb—

dig.

In that instant, countless fragments of memories surged wildly through her mind.

She remembered that day in the office, when Secretary Chen from the military region left with that solemn, even somewhat frightened expression.

She recalled the warning that had puzzled her then, but now sent chills down her spine:

"General Manager Yang, the commander asked me to convey a message to you."

"Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't let him dig."

At the time, she didn't understand why.

But in the past two days, after witnessing Li Mo'an dig out a thousand or eight hundred bombs from under the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

She got it.

We really can't let him dig!

That kid isn't holding a hoe, he's holding the key to Pandora's box!

As long as you let him break ground and dig down, the underground seems to have no end, and who knows what deadly things he might dig up!

And now...

After just experiencing such a terrifying ordeal.

Teacher Huang, what a kind-hearted mentor.

They actually made him take a hoe and go dig in the back hill again?!

"you......"

Yang Mi pointed at Teacher Huang, her fingers trembling, her face turning deathly pale instantly:

How could you let him dig the ground!

"His constitution..."

Teacher Huang looked bewildered: "Huh? What's wrong with digging a fishpond? I've seen that place, it's just a mud pit..."

Before Teacher Huang could finish speaking...

Before Yang Mi could explain the pros and cons,

Sudden.

A deep, rumbling engine sound drifted slowly from the road at the village entrance.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

A black Hongqi sedan with a special license plate slowly drove into the village entrance.

The black Hongqi sedan then stopped.

The car door opened.

An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit, leaning on a cane, slowly walked down with the help of staff.

Although the old man was advanced in years, he was still very energetic. Although his eyes were somewhat cloudy, they revealed a wisdom and profundity that allowed him to see through the ways of the world.

I saw the old man get off the bus.

Colonel Wang Dafa, the garrison commander who had been talking to the mayor with a serious expression, was suddenly stunned.

"Money...Old Qian?"

Wang Dafa shouted.

He recognized the old man.

This man was none other than Qian Chenghui, the leading figure in the scientific community of the East, also known as Old Master Qian!

no......

What brings this old man here?

This is no ordinary scientist.

This is a top expert in the military industry, a national treasure who can directly talk to the top leaders and even discuss issues with them!

How did we suddenly end up in this tiny mushroom village today?

Could it be...?

Were they here for those bombs?

But those old antiques, although there were quite a lot of them, shouldn't have been enough to alarm a Buddha statue of this caliber?

It's not just Wang Dafa.

The mayor and county head standing nearby might not recognize Qian Lao's face, but judging from Wang Dafa's respectful attitude, they could guess that the man's identity was absolutely extraordinary.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became solemn because of the old man's appearance.

But why is this old man here?