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On the evening of the 18th, Wolf Fang’s official account and the Discovery Channel’s official account jointly released a post on their social dia platforms.
This post was quite intriguing.
Because the content of the post suggested sothing very obvious, this live broadcast would be different from any before, and it would also be a unique duo venture, one that no one could have imagined. Explore hidden tales at .Côm
They also launched a guessing ga event, where anyone could win a series of prizes if they guessed who it was before 6 p.m. the next day.
Many fans following the accounts were utterly confused.
[Huh? Which tycoon has thrown a fortune again?]
As everyone knows, if the mortality rate is less than eighty percent, Bi Fang doesn’t bother with it.
That’s why, with the exception of that ti in the rainforest, Bi Fang had never brought any guests before, simply because he couldn’t guarantee their safety.
Leonardo was the only exception; the man shelled out ten million and stayed for just one day, not even daring to stay overnight.
Ten million for a day’s appearance, that’s an exorbitant fee.
To participate in Bi Fang’s show, one needs not only money but also courage, and even then, there are ti constraints.
Which poor... cough cough, enthusiast has decided to join this ti?
[Is this one also ten million?]
[Could it be Toby?]
[Possible]
[I want to go too, wuwuwu, take with you @Bi Fang]
[Are you going there to be ergency rations?]
The more secretive the production team was, the more curious the viewers beca.
This situation continued until 6 p.m. on the 19th.
The previously silent Wolf Lord and the Discovery Channel finally made a move and published another post, with two photos, one on the left showing Bi Fang in the jungle, pointing ahead as if he had discovered sothing, and the other on the right was a photo of another man.
Blonde hair, a tall figure, and... rather sullen features.
So fans were clueless. They seed to have never seen this person before, he wasn’t any big star from the industry, and so even joked that Bi Fang was lowering his standards.
But the next mont, the comnt section was indeed flooded with a uniform reaction of astonishnt.
Only by scrolling down did people begin to understand.
[Holy shit, the Pri Minister of Central Country???]
[Can soone tell if this is real or fake]
[The official?]
[@Bi Fang, aren’t you going to co out and explain this, you’ve hit the big ti huh]
[In Central Country without Master Fang, a helicopter brought in those seeking good fortune. Arriving with nothing to eat, they perched in the trees. The tiger saw them, such huge beasts, and thought them gods, hiding in the forest and spying on them. Gradually it approached, staring intently, not recognizing each other.
When Master Fang awoke, the tiger was terrified and fled far away, fearing it was about to be devoured, very scared. But back and forth it went, looking again, approaching nearer the front and back, yet it never dared to pounce.
Master Fang, delighted, thought to himself, ’This is nothing but a trick!’ And with a leap, he mocked it greatly, crushing its throat, consuming its flesh, and then he left.]
[Turns out it’s Wilson... This sounds more like sothing the President of the Ugly Country would do.]
So people were excited; after all, this was a country’s Pri Minister about to go on a wilderness live broadcast with Bi Fang.
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But there were also people who felt angered, most of whom were the youth of Central Country, thinking it was all a show and mocked the event.
However, Wilson’s arrival had beco a certainty.
Because of the arrival of this high-profile visitor, Bi Fang, who had initially planned to start the live broadcast on the 20th, had to push it back by a day, to the 21st.
Bi Fang sat in the helicopter, marking the first ti he was doing a live broadcast not tied to any mission, in a location that was far from dangerous, almost a tourist spot. He had thought it would be a fairly easy task.
What he hadn’t anticipated was that the Pri Minister of Central Country would join the fray, suddenly increasing the pressure. Live streaming with the head of a state wasn’t rely about being dangerous or not...
It was entirely different from that ti with Leonardo; even Bi Fang felt a bit nervous. But at this mont, looking at one of the bright spots of the Gower Peninsula—Rossilli Beach—through the helicopter’s window, he began to feel a bit more at peace.
Engaging with a national Pri Minister, even if Boris agreed, was not sothing Bi Fang could undertake rashly, especially given his identity; he had to be particularly mindful of this.
Fortuitously, his superiors had agreed and even encouraged him.
From the initial few hundred viewers to the current tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of fans, Bi Fang was no longer the novice he used to be; he had implicitly beco a kind of image ambassador.
And they were all positive images—tough, brave, powerful, and responsible.
At this very mont, the participation of Central Country’s Pri Minister testified to that fact even more clearly.
Previously always weak in cultural output, from movies to music, which others would barely take seriously, a sudden ergence of an anomaly like this, one that forcefully captured the attention of the whole world, was bound to turn heads, wasn’t it?
The benefit of this was that Bi Fang’s freedom and support were growing stronger and stronger. This ti, the other side even hinted at sothing upon his return, they would promote his rank again.
Bi Fang hadn’t expected to have grown to the point where the head of a state wanted to participate in his program. Regardless of the motive, thinking back to when he dared to co to this world, struggling to even secure food and shelter, felt like a lifeti ago.
This helicopter was not just sothing that could be found easily.
Every country has specialized security agencies responsible for the protection of national leaders. The safety of the Ugly Country President, Vice President, and other officials is handled by the Secret Service, while the security for Central Country’s Pri Minister is mainly managed by the tropolitan Police Service’s Royalty and Specialist Protection.
Boris’s travels were undoubtedly protected by a team of professional agents.
The helicopter Bi Fang was riding in was arranged by the tropolitan Police Service, taking him directly to Rossilli Beach, which is recognized as one of the best beaches in Central Country, Europe, and even the world.
This three-mile-long beach is simple and majestic, complented by blue skies and the sea.
The pale sands and cliffs brimming with the vitality of greenery.
Taking a deep breath, Bi Fang started the live stream, and the audience, which had been waiting for a long ti, poured in explosively. On the one hand, they hadn’t seen Master Fang for a long ti; on the other, they had been hooked by the news of Boris’s arrival.
Upon entering, the fans quickly noticed the difference.
Aside from the very first live broadcast, where "due to insufficient funds," Bi Fang had to ask a grandpa from a nearby village to ferry him on an electric cart, every other ti he had used a helicopter.
Convenient and fast.
But usually, it was just two or three people: a small helicopter with two people, one pilot and Bi Fang himself, and a dium one with three people, adding a co-pilot.
Now, however, there were six people in total: the pilot, co-pilot, Bi Fang as usual, plus three fully ard soldiers.
[Where is he, where is he?]
[Let check out the Central Country Pri Minister’s sandbox]
[I thought the current Pri Minister was that May sothing, didn’t expect it to have changed to the third one already]
"When 10 Downing Street gave a call, I actually thought it was a scam call," Bi Fang admitted to the cara. "They said Boris was a loyal fan of mine and was very eager to appear on the show."
In front of hundreds of thousands of viewers, Bi Fang paused, then joked, "Whether you believe it or not, I do."
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