Chapter 1312: Chapter 1311: Unconventional Demands
Mr. Wardrick once told his daughter that Lynch was the most outstanding person he had ever met.
Not only does he have an astonishing way of thinking, but also a terrifying ability to execute; his success doesn’t involve even a bit of luck.
If anyone thinks that others’ success must be due to good fortune, then that person is definitely one without "luck," a failure.
Severa seriously discussed every detail with Lynch, being responsible for her advertisement and learning Lynch’s way of thinking.
Before today, advertisements in the Federation mainly consisted of opening ads, halftime ads, and closing ads.
The first two were the most valuable, with closing ads priced slightly lower.
Some operators even broke apart certain programs for more segments to gather more ad fees.
But these people’s methods, compared to Lynch’s, were evidently far too ugly.
From items beside the host’s desk to a poster on the wall, Lynch marked a price on every space that could catch people’s attention.
Facing Lynch once again, Severa recalled what Mr. Wardrick always said—
"This is business!"
The two discussed a large contract, with Severa exclusively securing a year’s advertising rights. Based on her suggestion, to enhance the show’s excitement and viewability, certain content changes were made.
Everyone knew it was impossible to give away a million-dollar prize every week in this program; even the wealthiest couldn’t endure such waste.
A million-dollar prize every six months... the cycle seemed somewhat long. As for shortening it, market reactions needed consideration.
Eventually, Severa posed one last question.
"How do you plan to solve the issue with the questions?" It was something she’d been pondering lately, "I noticed these issues in your program."
"Most of them don’t relate to education level; there aren’t difficult math problems or highly specialized questions—mostly ordinary ones."
"They’re around us, in our lives. Whether educated or not, most people have some understanding or opinion on them."
"But questions like these aren’t limitless. Once people master the question bank, what then?"
In the Federation, some people profit by answering questions from various Supermarkets and commercial activities; TV has covered them, and they seem to live well in some people’s eyes.
Their daily activity is finding events—not strictly Q&A—any event will do.
Through this, they obtain life’s necessities; some even lead decent lives.
What they can use, they use; what they can’t, they sell as secondhand goods.
Once people discover the million-dollar prize Lynch’s program offers, some will furiously memorize questions and participate.
Even cheating methods might be employed to achieve this.
Lynch, after listening carefully to every word she said, quickly countered with a question, "Why do you think this program is merely a Q&A one?"
This question stunned Severa, "Isn’t it?"
Lynch shook his head, "Of course not; the Q&A is just the first cycle’s content, and after a cycle ends, the project changes."
"We can’t ensure society predominantly likes answering questions, nor can we consistently find enough questions, so we’ll change methods."
"This time it’s answering questions, next time...," Lynch paused, "obstacle challenges."
"What is that?" The new term made Severa doubt her analysis again; she’s unsure what it means.
Lynch chuckled, "A more interesting way. After every million-dollar end, we’ll adjust the game’s approach; it won’t be a single model."
"We strive to make its content cover every social aspect, giving everyone a slight chance at changing their destiny!"
Subconsciously, Severa looked down at the girl on stage, where the game was nearing its end.
The girl lost the match; when her accumulated prize money was entered into Harry’s scoreboard, she broke down!
This was her closest moment to the dream, but... dreams always awaken, don’t they?
Harry attained victory; his personal cumulative prize exceeded a hundred ten thousand, signifying his entry into the monthly contest to vie for the future championship.
But he wasn’t happy at all; he saw the girl’s short film before going up; he knew she actually needed that money more than he did.
Yet just like everyone says, they all have reasons to keep winning!
No one can give these up!
The audience, after their brief enthusiasm, also focused on the girl.
Harry walked over to express some thoughts; he knew no matter what he said, it would be hollow, yet felt he should say something.
Just now, he personally shattered the girl’s dream, her future.
He kicked her off the train heading to the future, and outside the train lay the Abyss.
"I..."
"Get lost!" The girl’s makeup had long been blurred by tears; she glared at Harry like an injured lioness.
Their stare-off lasted a moment; the entire auditorium was very silent.
Harry’s gaze, initially one of irremovable guilt, gradually turned calm.
People can’t sustain guilt for long, for soon they’ll find reasons to console themselves.
Moreover, it’s always subconscious.
The girl’s fierce gaze also gradually turned indifferent, returning to her life, standing on street corners, having sex with different men for ten bucks, twenty bucks.
Life is like this; she looked at the host, saying something unexpected but reasonable.
"I hate this program!"
After uttering these words, she ran out; even after leaving, her sobs lingered in people’s hearts.
Why does she hate this program?
Because it awakened her long-numbed emotions; it gave her the courage to face life and the key to opening a better life!
But precisely this program harshly plucked her, flying mid-air, mercilessly smashing her to the ground, shattering her!
The host sighed too, but soon regained composure, standing beside Harry, "Congratulations to our first weekly champion, he is..."
With the microphone pointing to the audience, their passion reignited.
Of course, this related to some staff mingling with the crowd; they adeptly roused group emotion—it’s fascinating how humans, these intelligent creatures, function.
Sometimes people have brains but don’t use them, blindly following others’ choices.
Really makes you wonder if the Lord evolved all humans to have brains was a bit redundant!
The lively atmosphere returned!
Harry’s face also bore a smile, but he knew it was far from time to celebrate.
He had talked with the staff: four weekly champions compete for the monthly champion, then the overall champion.
A quarterly contest might occur; it’s not fully confirmed yet.
Harry even heard future in-studio elements may be introduced, such as... audience votes!
He still didn’t know how that worked but realized he currently held a certain advantage; whether these could be sustained, however, no guarantees!
Upstairs, Severa sighed, she hadn’t expected the girl to lose.
Shallowly emotional, she didn’t want a "female hustler" becoming the public focus.
Yet, sentimentally, she hoped the girl would stay, her life too miserable.
Lynch, seeing Severa seemingly trapped in some emotion, chuckled quietly. Why do young girls love reading sad literary works?
Sometimes deceiving oneself to shed tears offers a certain pleasure!
There’s a theory claiming tragedy is a mental poison, generating a torn pleasure by piercing people’s spirits and souls.
Initially, people reject this pleasure, but after multiple attempts, they grow addicted.
In this world, so-called literary classics are over seventy percent tragedies—not because people can only write tragedies, nor readers love tragic plots, but purely for a mental need!
Do you think those ladies going to opera houses to cry over classic tragedies are indeed sorrowful?
No!
You have no clue how much pleasure they derive from crying and empathy!
The wealthier, the more common this, as dwelling life provides ample time to discover needs.
If it’s from an ordinary family?
Exhaustion after daily work already has them dozing off!
Lynch’s chuckle didn’t escape Severa’s ear; she begrudgingly glared at Lynch, "You’re so cold-blooded, Lynch, just like always!"
Facing Severa’s accusation, Lynch neither refuted nor agreed; he just casually looked at her.
"On that street where the girl works, at least three to four hundred are in her line of work; those with worse family backgrounds and life experiences are numerous!"
"She’s certainly not the most pitiable in this world, Severa."
"For us, just a check solves the issue, but this is their life!"
