No. 10 Villa, Ziyun Mountain, Minghai City.
In the living room, Ye Ming, Fang Junxue, and others were gathered around the dining table, enjoying dinner while keeping an eye on various messages on their phones.
"Ye Ming! When do you plan to show up?"
Seeing the escalating heat of the incident, Nangong Qianyu suddenly expressed her concern, "I'm afraid if this continues, it will get out of our control?"
Her worry was entirely justified.
After all, for many people, the feeling of guilt towards Teacher Ye was genuine.
If those people saw the videos, would they truly develop some... extreme ideas?
No one could guarantee that.
"Don't worry! I'll keep it under control!"
Ye Ming looked at the click-through rates of the various videos on his phone, naturally understanding the "limit."
"Sister Junxue! This plan was conceived by you. When do you think is the most suitable time for Brother Ming to appear?"
At this moment, Yan Yinluo asked.
As she said, this whole charade was orchestrated by Fang Junxue, and Ye Ming's timing for intervening in the spreading storm should also have been considered by her.
Hearing this, Ye Ming also looked at Fang Junxue, wanting to hear her opinion.
However, Fang Junxue didn't rush to answer them. Instead, she looked at Du Yuemian and said with a light smile, "Yuemian! If I'm not mistaken, Loria should have discussed the timing of Ye Ming's appearance with you!"
"Mhm!"
Upon hearing this, Du Yuemian's beautiful eyes widened slightly, as if surprised. "Sister Junxue! You can even guess that?"
Her words confirmed Fang Junxue's guess. She and Loria had indeed discussed this matter before.
"Tell me!"
Fang Junxue's gaze was calm, clear, and dustless, as if it could see through everything.
"Alright!"
Du Yuemian looked at Fang Junxue, sighing inwardly, "Is this the world of smart people?"
"When I communicated with Sister Loria, she said that the spread of this incident would be extremely astonishing, and its influence might exceed our expectations. There's even a high possibility of unforeseen changes and accidents! Therefore, under the premise of maintaining control while maximizing value..." At this point, a hint of solemnity flashed in Du Yuemian's eyes, "Sister Loria said that Ye Ming's appearance should not exceed two hours at most!"
In other words, it couldn't be later than 8 PM tonight.
No one knew how Loria arrived at the conclusion of "not exceeding two hours." However, since it came from the God of Wisdom, no one doubted it.
"It's as I expected!"
Fang Junxue was not surprised by this answer, but her clear tone still carried a sense of admiration. "Loria is in charge of this incident abroad. The details that need attention are beyond our imagination. Therefore, this number she gave must have been derived from a comprehensive overview."
Once this time was exceeded, it might trigger a series of butterfly effects.
When Fang Junxue designed this play, it was merely an assumption and not entirely certain.
With Loria's involvement, she had controlled the situation within a certain range according to Fang Junxue's expectations.
From a certain perspective, this was a tacit understanding between the two.
After all!
Fang Junxue and the others could manage things to some extent domestically, but abroad, they could only rely on Loria.
Therefore, this play was able to conclude perfectly.
...
"There is still one hour left until 8 PM. Qianyu, go and communicate with the person in charge of Yi Network Group again. The number of viewers in tonight's livestream might exceed our previous expectations. Have them prepare a few backup servers!"
Ye Ming checked the time and said to Nangong Qianyu.
"Okay! I got it!"
According to Ye Ming's original prediction, their fan count would exceed one billion after this livestream. However, after seeing the feedback from online data, he felt that was a bit conservative.
...
At this moment, the calls for "Teacher Ye's return" on the internet were growing louder, attracting countless curious onlookers and drawing their attention.
As a result, the name "Teacher Ye" was spread explosively once again.
However, among those who expected Teacher Ye's return, there were also those who did not want him to come back.
For example: the Presidential Palace.
In fact, the shadow of the Presidential Palace had already appeared before.
When Teacher Ye was questioned before, they had guided public opinion online, further damaging "Teacher Ye's" reputation.
As a result, in this short period, Ye Ming transformed from "Teacher Ye" to "Old Demon Ye."
They had contributed significantly to both these transformations.
At present, in a somewhat elegantly decorated office in the Presidential Palace in the capital.
The reason this office appeared elegant was that the four walls were adorned with old calligraphy and paintings.
However, among these artworks were pieces like "Emperor's Ode" and "Imperial Dragon Painting," all exuding a majestic aura.
Combining these two aspects, it was evident that the owner of this office must be noble and extraordinary.
Knock, knock!
At this moment, the office door was gently knocked. A middle-aged man who had been engrossed in handling various documents paused.
"Come in!"
He didn't look up, his brush and ink still flowing.
"Mr. Chu! There's been a change in plans!"
The person who entered was also a man, wearing a formal suit and a pair of glasses. Behind the lenses, his pupils held a glimmer of light and shadow.
"A change?"
Upon hearing these words, Chu Ying's body trembled slightly. He only raised his head, and countless sharp glints flashed in his eyes, each seeming to carry a thought.
From his appearance, he looked somewhat thin, but he didn't give off a feeling of weakness. On the contrary, whether it was his demeanor or the unconscious aura he exuded, it seemed to directly tell you that he... was above you.
And so it was.
His name was Chu Ying, the current President of Hua Country.
The person reporting to him at this moment was his secretary.
"Yes! A major change occurred an hour ago!" The secretary lowered his head slightly, seemingly unable to meet the other's gaze directly.
"An hour ago?"
Hearing this time, Chu Ying's expression seemed unchanged, but whether it was an illusion, the surrounding air suddenly felt a few degrees colder.
"Since it was an hour ago, it seems someone prevented you from notifying me immediately!" He tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, having already pieced together some thoughts.
Yes!
An hour had already passed since the incident!
And his secretary was only notifying him now.
This was enough to convey a lot of information!
"Yes! I was just invited for a cup of tea!"