Chapter 1310: Chapter 1309: There’s Always Someone With a Bad Temper
After the girl and Harry received the prize money, some people suddenly turned their guns and aimed at Harry.
"You must be in cahoots!", someone glared fiercely at Harry, "You despicable bastards!"
Harry looked incredulous; he couldn’t understand why he was thought to be in league with the girl without even saying a word.
Even in the Lower City of Bupen, when gangs caused you trouble, they would let you explain.
But in this seemingly more civilized place, they didn’t seem inclined to listen to his defense!
The groundless insults or accusations didn’t shake Harry’s determination to win the grand prize; these people were far less adept at swearing and creating psychological pressure than those in the streets of Lower City.
They could talk about everything from the origin of species to why you are here - it’s all thanks to them!
The game continued; the girl’s little tricks made everyone distrust each other, which was exactly what she needed.
After dropping from the first place, she discovered a problem: whoever runs at the front will be targeted by everyone else.
Everyone hadn’t discussed this in the lounge, but each person seemed to spontaneously form such a language-free alliance.
The easiest way to undermine this alliance is to erode trust among them.
She succeeded... at least for the moment, and for the next questions, she didn’t actively speak, just quietly made her choices.
The dull performance of the contestants made the broadcast scene particularly somber; they were wary of one another, trying to discern something from the expressions on each other’s faces.
It seemed there was hostility simmering among every contestant!
At the end of this round, two more people were eliminated, and then it was break time.
The whole morning passed, and this program, this episode, couldn’t be aired at once.
According to Lynch’s idea, each episode lasts for a week, a weekly champion emerges, then the champions of four weeks compete for the monthly title, and six monthly champions vie for the final million-dollar prize.
Yes, there’s a process to it; to take out a million, some effects must be achieved, and sometimes more than a million is at stake!
Those who choose to leave retaining one-tenth of their income add expenses outside the plan, along with other costs; perhaps it requires a budget of over a million, even two million.
After spending so much, it must bring some significance, exert actual effect.
During discussions, some planners believed the length could be stretched to about a year, but Lynch refused.
His reason was simple — no one would watch a year-long TV series, no matter how captivating it is!
If not for the consideration that a single payout of the million prize might be too much, Lynch even planned for a monthly grand finale.
But that’s only wishful thinking; once a month would require 12 million a year, even he couldn’t sustain such extravagance.
At noon, the atmosphere in the contestants’ restaurant was still similar to that in the broadcast hall; people sat alone at some distance from others.
Once barriers are built in the heart, breaking them isn’t easy.
They think they’ve seen the malicious intent of the production team, but if they think that’s all... they’re terribly mistaken!
After a period of rest, at 1:45 p.m., the recording continued.
There were only eight people left on the field, and their expressions were all very cold.
But the host told them, that this time, they need to "cooperate" to complete the competition...
"This game rule remains beneficial in nature; no one will be eliminated, and failures won’t be punished, so feel relieved."
"Our game involves forming pairs; one guesses the answer, and one describes through language to convey what the answer is."
Then, two beautiful staff members carried out a simple demonstration. The subject was a fish, and the one describing used phrases like "animal living in water" and "main food for Gafura people" to successfully let the guesser guess the correct answer.
Of course, there’s no discrimination against Gafura people here; it’s just a factual description.
Subsequently, the host continued to announce the rules, "Each correctly answered team increases by two thousand; wrong answers impose no penalty."
"Teams will be formed based on the scores on the leaderboard, starting from the back; which means..."
The host glanced at the last-ranked middle-aged man, "You get to choose first who will be your partner!"
The audience immediately burst into laughter; winning a million is indeed thrilling, but even more fascinating is they realized the production seems to be torturing the contestants’ humanity.
Letting the strong dominate the weak’s fate, now allowing the weak to hold the initiative...
It’s damn despicable, but damn interesting!
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, instinctively looking at the girl. The girl was also stunned; she thought this time, as always, the calculation would start from the front.
She believed Harry would definitely choose her; she could find the same desire for wealth and changing one’s fate in Harry’s eyes!
But no one expected that the choice would actually be right-forward!
The middle-aged man couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He pointed at the girl, "I want to team up with her!"
The host smiled and nodded, "You are now a team. Before the competition officially starts, you can discuss some strategies, which is allowed."
The girl stood nervously at the edge of the stage, the middle-aged man glanced at his scoreboard and whispered, "I am over ten thousand points behind you, you are so used to this program, I have no chance of catching up..."
His sudden inner words left the girl somewhat at a loss, she stared blankly at the man, not understanding what he meant by those words.
A vindictive smile appeared on the corner of the man’s mouth, "I can’t catch up with you, but I can drag you down. I swear, in this competition, you won’t score a single point!"
"I will quit as soon as the competition ends, at least there will still be around a thousand bucks..."
The girl instantly fell into deep despair, realizing this was the price of her own choices.
Harry’s situation was still okay; his partner’s score was trailing behind, but there was still the desire to pursue victory.
Actually, in these competitions, as long as your score isn’t the lowest, you can keep going.
Because not being last means you can make it through this round, so Harry’s partner wasn’t completely hopeless.
The competition started first with Harry’s group; the strategies they discussed had a significant effect, gestures, or certain pronouns.
But the questions were indeed a bit challenging; the official questions were not as simple as "fish" but elevated to the level of "monkfish"!
For the audience, this round was quite hilarious, watching those contestants gesturing like fools, even mimicking those things themselves, laughing out loud!
The host laughed until tears streamed down his face; it was clearly very simple content, yet the effect was unexpectedly good.
This impact only changed with the last group.
The middle-aged man was responsible for describing first, but his descriptions... elicited boos from the audience.
He didn’t care, his face displayed a sense of satisfaction at completing his "revenge," watching the girl sitting there, her eyes red, showing no pity, continuing his nonsensical gestures and words as per his plan.
An audience member couldn’t bear it anymore and questioned the middle-aged man’s intentions. The host defended him, "We respect the choices and wills of each contestant, which is the greatest expression of the Federation’s spirit of freedom."
"If a contestant wants to voluntarily quit the competition, then the loss is definitely theirs, and no one will be eliminated this round, at most, there will be some disparity in scores..."
In the end, they didn’t get a single question right, compared to others who got at least two or three, at most five or six questions correct.
The girl’s score remained unchanged...
When the host routinely asked if anyone wanted to quit, the middle-aged man raised his hand, "I’m done playing..."
Even though the venue was filled with boos from the audience, the middle-aged man acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
He took a cash check for more than 1,300 bucks from the host’s hand, smiling as he left, leaving the girl standing there, helpless and aggrieved.
"The show was fantastic!"
In a room on the second floor, Severa couldn’t help but praise.
She had come just to take a look, but once she started, she couldn’t leave. From the beginning, she realized Lynch’s purpose, which was to use wealth as a means to showcase human nature in front of everyone.
The poor watch wealth, the rich watch human nature; her expression was complex, because Lynch won again this time.
"Was that man just now one of your staff arranged?" she asked with a hint of disapproval in her tone, "The one who just left!"
Lynch shook his head, "I wouldn’t use such underhanded methods for this bit of money; everyone has nothing to do with us."
Severa nodded, she looked at her head maid beside her, "Have someone go beat him up, then give him some medical expenses."
She had been infuriated by the middle-aged man’s actions just now.
Some people have to endure their anger and dissatisfaction, but some can do whatever they want.
The head maid glanced at Lynch, slightly bowing, "How much medical expense should I give him?"
Severa glanced at Lynch again, "Give him double that amount!"
She meant the prize money he’d gotten here, then doubling that sum to beat him up, which would be... quite miserable!
After all, nearly three thousand bucks for treating external injuries is definitely not a small injury.
Because now in Bupen, even a fracture could be resolved with just over 200 bucks.
Three thousand..., would be enough to break ten bones!
