pjbooks Chapter 125 Expert? A charlatan!
Chapter 125 Expert? A charlatan!
Chapter 125 Expert? A charlatan!
Just as the group was basking in their joy, the live streams on TikTokLive and YouTubeLive were already filled with curses.
"This is absolutely a conspiracy! I bet it was all arranged by the production team. It's too much."
"Genuine scriptwriters! Genuine directors! Genuine production! Is it fun to mock the audience's intelligence?"
"The content of this show is getting more and more fake. Everyone is already tired of this old trick of the underdog defeating the boss."
"Exactly, this isn't the Hollywood film industry. We want to see the contestants' most authentic side, their most genuine side!"
Otherwise, don't call it a reality show, just call it a fake reality show.
As the host who was in charge of controlling the pace, Grace quickly noticed these discordant comments.
She could only reluctantly explain to the camera: "Dear family members, I also want to say that this sounds a lot like a script, but it really isn't. From what I understand, Jack, the captain of the Rotten Fish and Shrimp Team, often searches for treasures in dumpsters and picks up bargains at flea markets, and he almost never misses a shot."
"So I think this situation is normal; it's just his true level. Please stop using those negative words; it's very impolite." But instead of saying this, she made the audience even more rebellious, with some even starting to shout "refund!" in the comments.
Yes, this was actually a paid live stream. Although the tickets were cheap, the sheer number of viewers made up for it.
That's how things work on the North American server. Anything involving intellectual property rights is rarely free, and East University is catching up in this regard.
"Miss Grace, may I speak with the others for a moment?"
Upon hearing her voice, Ma Jie walked over. A great opportunity to gain followers was right in front of him; it would be a shame not to take advantage of it.
"OK, come on, buddy." With the director's permission, Grace gestured to the cameraman to switch the camera to MaJack, and added, "But I'm warning you, these guys are pretty hard to please."
"It's okay." Ma Jieke faced the live broadcast camera, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Hello family, I heard that some of you are questioning my abilities. How about we play a little game? The rules are very simple: before dark, I will use the remaining funds I have to earn a profit of more than $50,000. If I do it, the requirements are not high. All I need is one of your popularity votes."
"If I fail to achieve this, I'll personally hand out $1 in lucky draw prizes during the live stream. Anyone willing to bet against me?"
After he said that, both the director and the host were stunned.
Dude, I'm only letting you come here to make your presence known and liven things up because you're new. What kind of flag did you set for yourself?
Earning $5 before dark? You really dare to dream of that! Aren't you afraid of exaggerating and backfiring?
When I looked at the live stream again, the chat was completely filled with the letter "F".
This meme originates from the "press F to pay tribute" scene in the game Call of Duty. In the context of internet slang, it represents expressing respect for someone or something.
Live streams are mostly for entertainment, and my favorite episodes are those where the streamer is full of confidence only to be brutally slapped in the face by reality.
For example, the joke about "seventeen cards being instantly defeated" on the Chinese Internet is an absolutely rare and iconic scene.
As for whether it's scripted or not, nobody cares. What everyone cares about is whether it creates a good show.
If you're effective, even a script will look good.
No matter how realistic your broadcast is, it won't work; no matter how authentic it sounds, no one will buy it.
In situations like the one just described, it might be scripted the first time, but what if it happens twice, three times, four times, or five times? Would people still be concerned about whether it's scripted or not?
If you can stir up the audience's emotions and get them watching with anticipation, then you've succeeded.
The simplest example is a football match. You might not feel anything when you watch it normally, but if you spend thousands of dollars on a lottery ticket, every move the players make on the field will be stimulating your sensitive nerves.
"Ten thousand dollars? Are you crazy, Jack? Throwing money around like that?"
Upon hearing him make such a bet, Max expressed his incomprehension and wanted to stop his impulsive behavior.
After all, he didn't earn money easily. Whether it was fighting for territory in the slums or fighting in the boxing ring, he earned his money through hard work.
But in Ma Jieke's view, you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; either don't play at all, or play big.
Despite some skepticism in the comments, such as "Where did you, a homeless man, get $1?" and "You'll definitely renege on your debt later."
But most people just watched the spectacle, and no one criticized the production team anymore.
At the director's signal, the process continued.
Storage lockers No. 3 and No. 4 were opened one after another.
But MaJack chose to back down and quietly watch the other three teams fight it out.
In the end, the Desperate Housewives team won storage container number 3 for a high price of $2700.
When they opened it, there were only two boxes inside. One was full of Fiji cups, and the other was full of fake Kun, and the quality of them was particularly poor.
After a thorough evaluation, they couldn't even recover a fraction of the cost, which infuriated them so much that they immediately initiated a "return if not satisfied" policy to forcibly recover the more than two thousand dollars in economic losses.
As for storage container number 4, it was utter garbage, but the No-Money team bought it for $1500.
They screamed in terror when they opened the box, because it contained a bunch of rats and a whole cabinet full of moldy wheat flour.
The 1500 yuan spent hasn't yielded any return, and coupled with the previous loss, it's now a two-game losing streak.
As for the treasure appraisal expert team, they remain as steady as ever. As long as I don't spend any money, I'm sure I won't lose money.
"OK, not even a second of sadness for their defeat. Now, approaching us is storage locker number 5."
C
With a hissing sound, the lock was sawed off again, and the tightly closed metal door was pulled open.
"Oh!!!" A huge scream erupted when people saw the scene inside.
Unlike the previous lockers, this was clearly a treasure trove left behind by a wealthy person.
There was a golf bag on the ground, several new golf clubs sticking out of the open opening, a case of red wine, and several luxury goods packaging bags.
What's even more suffocating is that there's a gray metal safe in the corner, about a meter tall, and the value of the safe itself is probably several hundred US dollars.
As for whether it's empty inside, no one dares to say for sure; we can only hope for the best.
Grace clearly sensed the tension and immediately started the auction: "No more nonsense, starting price $1000, let the bidding begin."
It's obvious that everyone wants these high-quality storage containers.
"Fifteen thousand, rich guys and rich girls, you're offering fifteen thousand."
"Two thousand? Ness Hayley, I knew you'd make a move."
"Was that Duncan you just mentioned? How much are you willing to offer, 2800?"
"The battle is getting more and more intense, and the No-Money team has increased their investment to three thousand."
"What should we do, Jack? Should we make a move?" Seeing the three companies bidding enthusiastically, Jimmy was starting to get restless.
"What's the rush? Let them take it." Ma Jieke raised the corners of his mouth in disdain.
Prices have been climbing steadily, from 3,000 to 3,500, which has exceeded one-third of each team's budget.
Once this limit is exceeded, adding more requires strong psychological support.
Sure enough, everyone's enthusiasm for bidding quickly cooled down, and Thomas and Hayley gave up bidding one after another.
"3600 US dollars, is there any more?" Grace looked at Ma Jack, because the only variable on the field right now was the zero-dollar purchase privilege that he was holding onto tightly.
Once the skill is activated, he can get the storage locker for free without spending a single penny.
Meanwhile, viewers in the live stream were spamming the chat with messages.
"This isn't even a freebie? Dude, are you sure you know how to play games?"
"Go for it, buddy. I'm giving you these skills not to look at, but to use."
"Bro, I've been playing mahjong since I was three, and I call everyone I meet 'Mom.' If you don't wage war and plunder, you won't gain my approval."
"Jack, what are you hesitating for? Just take it from him!" Max chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. "That old geezer really annoys me; it's time to teach him a lesson."
"NO." Ma Jie shook his head silently. "Our goal is to make money, not to make anyone suffer. This storage locker is full of garbage, absolutely. Trust my gut feeling. Since someone wants to jump in, let's just watch and have some fun."
The conversation between the two was transmitted to the live broadcast room via network signal, immediately arousing a strong reaction from the audience.
"What? What are you talking about, bro? Do you think you have the eye of God?"
"I've figured it out. This guy's a complete charlatan. He just predicted he'd make $5 today, and now he's predicting that the locker someone else bought is junk."
"Dude, they're professionals. Don't try to sabotage their livelihood with your hobby. You'll only make yourself look like a clown."
"Jack, you're doomed. Everyone online is criticizing you." Jimmy held his phone, looking quite helpless.
"Very good." Ma Jie smiled mysteriously instead: "Being criticized is a remedial course on the road to success. Guess who's the person in all of America who gets criticized the most?"
Ultimately, the panel of experts won the bid at $3600.
The five old men walked over calmly. Old William picked up a bag of golf clubs, beaming, and said, "Old folks, not bad. This bag of clubs should fetch at least $600."
Another person opened the case of red wine, examined it, and concluded: "Classic Pinot Noir Concha y Toro Special Vintage, 70 per bottle."
There are six bottles of knives in total.
"Phew, I've made back a thousand dollars. Let me take a look at this." Duncan picked up a Chanel bag, opened it, and inside lay a black quilted women's shoulder bag. It felt quite smooth to the touch and was probably made of lambskin.
Seeing this, he glanced disdainfully at Jack Ma, who had come over to join the fun, and deliberately raised his voice: "Guys, how much does a nearly new Chanel Classic Flap bag cost on eBay again?"
"At least three thousand dollars." Old William and he exchanged a smile, and he couldn't help but give each other a high five. "Haha, we're going to make a fortune this time."
"Tch, what experts? You guys don't understand women at all." Just as the two were having a good time, they heard a very discordant voice.
The speaker was Max. Pointing to the "expensive" Chanel bag, she said rather bluntly, "If I remember correctly, this bag uses a double C clasp and is a little smaller than this. Would you like to take a closer look?"