pjbooks Chapter 132 The TV station wouldn't let it air.
Chapter 132 The TV station wouldn't let it air.
Chapter 132 The TV station wouldn't let it air.
Upon hearing Ma Jieke's explanation and valuation, the audience's curiosity was immediately piqued.
The host, Grace, quickly noticed that many people in the live chat were commenting on the unboxing and review.
Everyone has a sense of curiosity and wants to see what soldiers ate back then.
With the intention of creating a good show, she decisively told Ma Jie about her request.
"No problem." The latter, holding military rations, faced the camera with a bright smile: "Guys, I have no problem with you wanting to see this, but let's make it clear beforehand, this bag is worth $800. If you don't believe me, you can search for it on eBay. I paid for it myself. So, could you use your free votes to help me get this bag on the camera?"
"Okay, let's get 18 votes and then we'll reveal the secrets of the American military's cuisine during World War II."
"Come on, come on, get your money moving and start spending!"
By mimicking the lines that streamers often use when asking for likes, the audience's emotions were immediately stirred up.
"Wow, we're in second place now!" A minute later, Jimmy was so excited looking at the soaring votes and the latest ranking that he couldn't stop smiling.
Before this, he was still upset about losing $800.
This thing is like bait. If you're not even willing to put out the bait, what big fish would be stupid enough to run into the hook?
"OK, thank you everyone for your support."
Once enough votes have been cast, we will naturally keep our promise and open the box.
In front of the camera, remove the plastic film and take out the brown tin box, which is the so-called Breakfast.
Unit. (Breakfast Unit)
"Here come the guys: a can of staple food, a can opener, a bar of wheat biscuits, and this paper bag looks like instant coffee powder."
The melted chocolate bars smelled spoiled, and the remaining small packets contained sugar, salt, and [unclear - possibly a typo].
Gum and toilet paper.
Use a can opener to open the tin can containing the staple food; inside is a large lump of white, solidified mixture of grease and minced meat.
I held it up to my nose and sniffed it in front of the camera. It seemed to be a pork product, and it didn't smell strange.
"Ugh..." Despite this, Ma Jieke still put on a dramatic act, pretending to smell terrible.
After all, this is a canned product, which can be stored for almost eighty years. Even if it doesn't spoil, the taste will become very bad.
"How about I try it for everyone and see what it tastes like?"
After pretending to hesitate for a few seconds, Ma Jieke said, looking quite embarrassed.
Upon hearing this, the comments section exploded: "Seriously, you actually dare to try this, bro? Okay, try it and you'll die."
"Come on, give me another 50,000 votes to unlock the live tasting!"
With the mindset that "the bigger the funeral, the better," the votes began to soar once again.
His friends were stunned by his amazing skills. Where did you get your training? You've garnered votes like a rocket, and you're about to reach the top.
Men are men of their word; once they've got enough votes, they'll just scoop up a small spoonful of minced meat.
Then I called Jimmy over, pinched his nose, and forced him to drink the liquid.
Logically, it should be heated first, but there are no conditions for that on site.
The moment it entered his mouth, it was filled with grease and the smell of meat, making it impossible to swallow, which caused him to vomit it all up.
"How does it taste, bro?" Ma Jie handed him a bottle of mineral water, then took it and rinsed his mouth vigorously, then, wearing a pain mask, shoved his middle finger into his face.
"FakeyouJack! I'm telling you, I never want to eat any canned food again in my life!"
"Haha, is it that serious?"
"Of course! I feel like I'm hugging and gnawing on a zombie!"
"Hahahaha, alright guys, that concludes the tasting." Ma Jie laughed uncontrollably at the camera. "Next up is lunch. We need to hurry, the other treasure hunters are waiting."
This time it's a green tin box. Once opened, it's not much different from the previous one, except that the container for the staple food is a little bigger.
After showing all the items inside, a strange little yellow plastic bottle was found in the corner.
I casually picked it up and held it in front of the camera, unscrewed the black cap, shook it, and found that it seemed to contain pills.
To make it easier to display, I poured them all into my palm and counted them. There were exactly ten pieces, divided into five colors: yellow, pink, white, blue, and green, with two pieces of each color.
"This looks like a vitamin pill?" Ma Jie took a sniff as usual and found that it had no smell.
Just then, the style of the comments in the live stream suddenly changed.
"Don't take it! Absolutely don't take it! This medicine seems to be a drug!"
"That's right, commonly known as energy pills, standard issue for American soldiers."
"Isn't this already an open secret?"
Faced with this unexpected situation, the staff immediately cut off the live stream.
After all, this matter involves the military, and if it is not handled properly, the program may be canceled.
Upon learning the truth, Ma Jie was so frightened that he quickly put the pills back. Good heavens, this was a bit too scary.
Although it has been stored for so many years, its medicinal effects must have expired, but even if it's expired, it's still a D-grade product.
I had heard before that the U.S. military issues amphetamine-type drugs to soldiers in order to maintain combat effectiveness, especially during long-duration combat and night operations, and labels the packaging as "for maintaining combat effectiveness".
In that backward era, medicine was not as advanced as it is now, and the lower-ranking soldiers could not realize that this behavior was drug use.
Ironically, after World War II, the addictive nature of drugs was recognized and regulated by the medical community.
As a result, even during the Vietnam War, the military continued to tacitly approve of this approach to keep soldiers alert, fatigue-resistant, and psychologically resilient to extreme environments.
Coupled with the growing anti-war sentiment in the country, these veterans returning from the battlefield not only have to bear the criticism of public opinion, but also face the embarrassing situation of having no medicine to take.
Because on the battlefield, you can take drugs for free, but back in real life, you have to pay for them.
Once you're hooked on this stuff, trying to quit is like enduring excruciating pain, like having your skin peeled off and tendons severed—it's simply beyond human resistance.
In the years that followed, hundreds of thousands of veterans chose to commit suicide, and hundreds of thousands more were left homeless or went missing.
To put it bluntly, these people are all pawns of power, so useless that they wouldn't even be used to lubricate tracks.
About ten minutes later, the live stream was restored, and the program continued as usual.
Ma Jie, who caused this situation, was naturally covered up.
The production team told him not to mention it again to avoid sparking wider discussion.
"Alright guys, there was a slight equipment malfunction that interrupted the live stream, but it's back to normal now. Welcome back to watch."
In the video, Grace is facing the camera, but the background behind her has changed; it's no longer the hangar from before.
We definitely can't open the remaining supply crates; who knows what contraband might be inside?
As the large steel door of the hangar slowly rose, the treasure hunters' attention was immediately drawn to it.
Inside, there was a large object, but it was tightly wrapped in a waterproof tarpaulin, so only its general outline could be seen.
However, judging from the shape of the protruding sides, it is definitely a private plane.
The crowd curiously looked around, some even lying on the ground, trying to find some clues.
Five minutes passed quickly, and Grace immediately offered the starting bid—$500.
Upon hearing this number, the treasure hunters felt a jolt of fear. At this price, you couldn't even buy a drone, let alone an airplane.
Even if we take the worst-case scenario, and it's a broken plane inside that's beyond repair, I could still make more than this much money selling the parts.
Lured by the low price, everyone enthusiastically participated in the auction, and the price quickly exceeded two thousand dollars.
After another round, it went straight to three thousand cuts.
However, the rate of price increases slowed down after that, sometimes only by a hundred dollars at a time.
"3500 dollars." After the excitement subsided, Ma Jie calmly raised his hand and called out the price.
This sparked discussion at the scene, with the treasure hunters who knew each other whispering among themselves, trying to guess his thoughts and intentions.
"$3500, is there anything higher than that?"
"$3600." The next bidder was Duncan Morton. The old man's strategy was disgusting; whenever he was involved in the bidding, he would inevitably jump in and cause trouble.
"Four thousand dollars." Ma Jie simply raised the price to four thousand, not giving in at all.
The old man gritted his teeth, adopting a determined stance: "Five thousand cuts!"
"Five thousand dollars, oh my god, Mr. Duncan is still got it! Is there anything higher than five thousand dollars?"
"Seven thousand dollars." Ma Jie continued bidding expressionlessly. You think you're so great just because you added a thousand? I'll just add two thousand!
"Seven thousand dollars! Jack bids seven thousand dollars!"
"Calm down, old man." Seeing Duncan Morton about to raise his hand, old William kindly reminded him, "If I may be so bold, this is not a wise price. Offering seven thousand dollars will most likely result in a loss."
The old man's spirits were dampened by the sudden stop, but he still couldn't swallow his anger.
After all, he hasn't achieved a single truly big success since the bidding started yesterday.
The reason why netizens support him is simply because of the prestige and popularity he has gradually accumulated over so many seasons.
If I lose to this kid again today, I'm afraid I'll ruin my reputation, so I absolutely cannot let him succeed.
Seeing that he was having second thoughts, Ma Jie urged him on, "No need to wait any longer, Ms. Grace. I can't wait to reap my spoils."
"OK, the winner is..."
"Wait a minute." Just as she was about to announce the result, Duncan suddenly interrupted, "Ten thousand! I bet ten thousand!"
Hiss... Everyone couldn't help but gasp. Was this still an auction? Wasn't this just a pure act of spite?
"And you, Jack, do you want to keep adding more?"
Upon hearing this irrational offer, Ma Jie smiled and raised the corners of his mouth: "Forget it, let's give the senior some face. We're all recording the show together, there's no need to argue."
"Okay, Duncan won the bid first. Let's see what's here."
The tarpaulin was hastily pulled off by the crowd, and when they finally saw the aircraft in front of them, everyone present was stunned.