The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 451 - 450. Boss, you are inhuman!

Chapter 451: 450. Boss, you are inhuman!

After a whole session of enlightenment, everyone inevitably saw a familiar name.

"Holy shit! Is that ’Give and Take’? Am I seeing this right?"

"Ehhhh, I saw it too. I thought my eyes were blurry just now, but after refreshing three times it still hasn’t changed."

"That’s right, everyone should trust their own eyes, it’s Uncle She!"

"Darn it, what’s the deal with Uncle She, isn’t he into traditional Chinese medicine? How come he’s joining in the fun here!"

"Did you all forget? Uncle She is a master in calligraphy and painting, and his work in the live broadcasts has been recognized by many big shots."

"But... have you ever visited his homepage? He’s not on the same level as the other nine judges, okay?"

"Please, everyone wake up, right now Uncle She doesn’t hold any serious titles. Are we sure he’s qualified to sit in the Judges’ Area?"

"Yeah, his name isn’t even on the rankings in the calligraphy and painting circles, what’s even the point?!"

Consequently, netizens who were educating themselves on the art world by the minute almost split into two factions, debating whether ’Give and Take’ was fit to be a judge.

Some thought that since the association had appointed ’Give and Take’ as a judge, he must have the prestige, and there was nothing to doubt.

However, for those within the calligraphy and painting circles, ’Give and Take’ represented the person who broke and ignored the rules, hence questions arose.

The two starkly different voices gradually began to ferment online.

***

Starshine Media office building.

As it neared quitting time, Shen Yan leisurely took his cup of colorless steeped water to the restroom.

He naturally greeted each of his colleagues he encountered along the way.

Use the restroom, rinse the cup, wash hands, all in one go.

"It’s quitting time, what should I eat tonight?"

A question worth pondering.

Bachelors never cook for themselves. Shen Yan considered the nearly empty box of instant noodles at home with a frown and looked out at the commercial street.

"Ah—barbecue it is."

Although it’s early spring, a man wouldn’t be afraid of the cold, right?

Nonexistent.

"Shut down the computer, let’s go!"

Shen Yan placed the tea cup on his desk and expertly maneuvered the mouse until a series of urgent messages popped up on the screen.

"...Fuck!"

Boss, you’re not human!

He himself had traveled all the way to the Great Northwest, how could he still control public opinion from a thousand miles away?!

This is unreasonable!

***

Far away in the Great Northwest, Tang Shu suddenly shivered and lifted a corner of the tent.

After having a meeting that lasted more than three hours in the afternoon, the sky had turned completely dark.

But the night in the Northwest was unlike that in the capital. The sky twinkled with stars, astonishingly bright, and the air always carried a hint of freshness. As it had just rained, there was also that unique scent of soil in the mix.

Feeling a chill breeze, Tang Shu tightened her light down jacket and gazed towards a hill in the distance.

About a hundred meters high, but it looked quite steep.

Her gaze shifted subtly as she reached for her travel bag, then she lifted the tent flap and made her way toward the hill, avoiding everyone.

Half an hour later, she turned on the small flashlight she carried with her and began searching for the herbs she wanted.

"They’re really here."

Her eyes filled with satisfaction at the sight of the familiar medicinal herbs, she fixed the flashlight on her arm and began to harvest the herbs.