Chu Men's Live Show, Five

Truman fell silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of his teacup, a trace of imperceptible loneliness appearing in his eyes for the first time.

Xiao Wu was sitting at the edge of the table with her tools, cracking watermelon seeds one by one. Her movements suddenly paused, and her pinkish-white rabbit ears slowly drooped.

She pushed the half-box of sunflower seeds she had spent a while gathering toward Truman's hand, tugged on his sleeve with her small hand, and spoke in a soft voice:

"Weird Uncle, are you unhappy?"

Truman was stunned. He pushed the paper box back toward her, his voice as light as a breeze in the night: "It's nothing, I'm just a little homesick."

[Xiao Wu is so sweet! She spent all that time shelling seeds, and she just gives them away like that. She's the nation's best little sister!]

[Beauty and the Beast, the little white rabbit and the weird uncle! This is so captivating!]

Truman turned his head and said to Lin Xiaoyu:

"I can't go back... Your side, the authorities, must have investigated me by now. The result was that no such person exists, right?"

Special Incident Investigation Bureau.

Wang Jianjun flipped through the files in his hands, his face as calm as a mirror: "No such person. He is indeed not from our world!"

A technician on the side added: "Director Wang, the signal source is still in outer space! It's extremely far away; it's impossible to lock onto it."

Wang Jianjun looked back at the large screen, where Truman's livestream was still ongoing.

"A parallel world—nothing too strange about that. However—"

Truman raised his eyes to look at "Sister Lin" on the screen, his gaze so hazy it could make one dizzy.

"In my original world, there was a girl who looked exactly like you. She brought the same book to life.

"I never expected that after transmigrating to Douluo, I would see 'Sister Lin' again. 'Red silk hanging askew on the twelfth floor'—sometimes even I can't tell which one is the dream."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoyu seemed somewhat dazed, her fingertips pressing indentations into her cue cards.

[It's over, it's over. Sister Lin is about to fall for him!]

[Yu-Men shippers are going crazy! This sense of cross-dimensional destiny is off the charts!]

[Tsk tsk, one livestream, two hosts, yet it connects three worlds!]

Lin Xiaoyu stared blankly at the boy on the screen who was staring blankly at her.

It wasn't until her assistant gently leaned in, tugged on her sleeve, and handed her a new cue card that the silent stillness was broken.

Let emotions return to emotions, and work return to work.

If Lin Xiaoyu were to take off this Hanfu and put on a professional suit, she might well become a diplomat—the cross-world kind:

"A fan who is a paraglider athlete asks: when you hold your next giveaway, could you include the powered paraglider from last night?"

"I'm very sorry, that's not possible." Truman shrugged. "The system's gift list doesn't include a powered paraglider, and there is no soul power in the real world. Even if you got your hands on one, it would become a display piece before long."

"Finally, there are some more specific questions. You are free to choose whether or not to answer them."

Truman nodded and adjusted his sitting posture: "Please, go ahead!"

"Many advertisers want to ask if they can place ads in your livestream. They are willing to pay a very substantial advertising fee."

"Of course."

Truman smiled. "There are some mechanisms you might not fully understand. The tips you give me in the livestream can be used by me to purchase items in the real world.

"Once I buy them, I naturally have to use them. Combined with this 24-hour, no-blind-spot livestream camera, I am practically a natural-born advertising god!

"I don't know if you have the movie The Truman Show in your world, but my current situation is just a super-plus version of Truman Burbank."

"We do. I actually went back and rewatched it last night, but your experience is far more fantastical than his!"

Lin Xiaoyu said with a smile, "So you are open to product placement, is that right?"

"The price is negotiable." Truman held up a finger, his tone firm. "But I want full control!"

He didn't want his perfectly good livestream to be filled with all sorts of messy advertisements!

In any case, he was the only one in this business, and there was no competition. The advantage was his!

"Understood. Next question: some famous tech companies and material research institutes want to cooperate with you. They want you to help test the performance of modern materials in the soul-power environment of the other world..."

"These tech people, their brains sure turn fast!"

Truman took the white powered paraglider out of his storage bag, its massive wingspan covering nearly half the wall.

Xiao Wu, who had just stuffed a mouthful of sunflower seeds into her mouth, forgot to chew, her large eyes wide and round.

Truman nimbly dismantled the silver soul-power battery from it—a square array composed of twelve D-cell batteries. One could still faintly see their original logos.

A certain famous domestic brand of battery!

Truman introduced it: "This is the soul-power battery I modified, or you could call it a Soul-Guided Battery. It can provide energy for specially designed Soul-Guided Devices. It is the cornerstone of the Soul-Guided industrial revolution.

"But unfortunately, this kind of thing cannot be transmitted to the real world."

Xiao Wu curiously leaned in and poked the battery. A sharp surge of soul power transmitted to her fingertip, scaring her into pulling her hand back immediately, her rabbit ears standing straight up:

"Weird Uncle, it—it bites!"

Chu Men was amused by her, reaching out to the shelf on the right to pull out a motor fitted with fan blades. "It doesn't bite; it actually blows wind!"

He connected the wires, and the blades began to spin. A gentle, cool breeze blew the hair from Xiao Wu's forehead, revealing her fair, flawless skin.

Chu Men spread his hands and spoke to the viewers in the livestream, "The system has strict limitations. It only allows me to purchase items from the gift list to provide as rewards for the audience."

"You've all seen the list; they are just trinkets with no technological value or lethality. They won't, and cannot, cause any significant impact on the real world."

[Xiao Wu: The battery bites! It's so cute I could die!]

[The streamer is really trying to start an industrial revolution!]

[Grasping production with one hand and seizing opportunities with the other—both must be firm. That's what a protagonist should do!]

A hint of approval appeared in Lin Xiaoyu's eyes, though the cue card in her hand was already nearing its end.

"Many cultural and tourism organizations also want to collaborate with you to jointly develop Douluo Continent theme parks, tourist towns, and other projects. Do you think that's feasible?"

"Cultural dissemination is a good thing; I have no objections." Chu Men nodded. "I'll entrust these matters to you, how about it, Miss Lin?"

"Entrust them to me?"

"That's right! I'm in the Douluo Continent, after all. I have to cultivate, conduct research, and woo girls all day... cough, cough. In short, I'll leave the project coordination to you. No problem, right?"

"N-no problem!"

"Then it's settled. Happy to be working with you!"

Chu Men was quite adept at being a hands-off manager!

"One last question."

Lin Xiaoyu's tone became exceptionally serious as she asked, word by word, "Is there anything we can do to help you? For instance, if you need anything specific, we can find a way to send it to you."

Chu Men's fingertips paused. He looked at the dense barrage of comments on the screen, then glanced at Xiao Wu, whose eyelashes were nearly touching the fan blades, and suddenly smiled.

There was no trace of his usual playfulness in this smile, only the sharp edge of someone who looked down upon the entire world!