At the new book signing, Kingpin was giving an impassioned speech from the top of the building, but Stark had lost interest. Instead, he was flipping through the manual in his hands.
Let's see what makes this book so special. Tony thought to himself, then casually turned to the first page and began to read:
[Everyone can cultivate, a cultivation method that guarantees results if you put in the effort.
An ordinary person can generate a wisp of True Qi in half a day... while a peerless genius needs fifteen minutes to achieve the same.
Furthermore, the meditation process can replace sleep. Even ordinary people, through diligent practice over forty or fifty years, can become incredibly strong, extend their lifespan, remain disease-free, and live to a hundred.]
The booklet wasn't thick, only three thin pages. The first two pages were filled with basic information about the Purple Mist Divine Skill, explaining concepts like Inner Energy and the Dantian.
'Forty or fifty years?' Stark frowned, wondering when forty or fifty years would even arrive.
But then, someone beside Stark let out a low cry: "Holy crab!"
Stark didn't pay attention to the person's exclamation beside him, but soon the exclamation seemed like a signal, and the entire venue was filled with restless exclamations.
'What's wrong with these people, acting like they've never seen the world before.' Stark thought impatiently, then sped up his viewing. He quickly saw the last line of the third page.
[Inner Energy of the same source can be conducted, just like money. Each conduction will result in a 20% loss of quality!]
"Oh, for the love of…" The moment he saw this setting, Stark's heart skipped a beat, then began to race.
His mouth, just like the others he'd been complaining about, also let out a "What the hell?".
Everyone who could come here was a shrewd individual. When they saw this sentence, they instantly understood why Bai Ye had said that for extraordinary rich people, they could reach his level in one night.
For a moment, thoughts of artificial superhumans and the idea that anyone with resources could succeed flooded the minds of everyone present, their hearts racing and breaths quickening.
This is… unexpected. Nick Fury, having been the first to finish reading the pamphlet, began to imagine the massive societal impact Bai Ye's book would have once released.
Damn it, this is already affecting the very bottom rungs of society. How could they just release a book like this so casually? Fury thought, casting a glance at the people around him, lost in their own fantasies. His heart grew cold, unable to contain his mounting anxiety.
This was a global live broadcast, after all. Not only those present at the venue, but Kingpin had simultaneously uploaded the pamphlet online. It had been seen by at least hundreds of thousands of people within moments, already igniting a wildfire that couldn't be stopped.
Not to mention… Nick Fury, like many others, subtly glanced up at the young man sitting beside the podium, eyes closed in meditation. This one wasn't to be trifled with either.
Five minutes quickly passed. Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes and walked to the front of the stage, saying, "I believe everyone has read the introduction in detail, and the contents within are all true."
"However, to see is to believe. Next, based on your numbers, I will randomly select one person from among you and give them 100 years of precious Inner Energy, free of charge, on the spot."
Whoosh!!!
Bai Ye's words erupted into a tsunami of noise throughout the entire venue. Faced with such an opportunity to become a superhuman, even they couldn't remain seated.
The people at the scene looked at each other, this was indeed a way to prove the authenticity of the booklet.
After all, everyone present was a celebrity, they all knew each other. In this case, no matter who obtained Inner Energy, there were plenty of ways to verify it afterwards.
Meanwhile, the live stream was overwhelmed with a flood of comments.
"Fuck fuck fuck, why? Why are only the people at the scene being drawn!"
"Please, change the lottery criteria, pick me!" "What are you thinking? There's definitely something fishy about this lottery, the winners are definitely actors."
Ignoring the commotion in the live stream, everyone at the scene had clenched their fists, waiting to see who would be drawn.
And they didn't have to wait long, a huge turntable immediately appeared on the big screen.
The numbers on the wheel ranged from one to 495, matching the number of guests present.
With a click of Bai Ye's mouse, the wheel began to spin slowly.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the wheel, watching the pointer sweep across the numbers.
If someone saw the pointer pass the number corresponding to their seat, their breath would hitch, followed by a wave of disappointment, feeling their number had come up too early.
At that moment, faced with the allure of effortless power, everyone, regardless of their position as president, queen, or wealthy individual, transformed into gamblers anticipating the lottery results.
As the digital wheel on the screen spun, Bai Ye lightly tapped the number with his mouse. The next moment, the wheel began to slow down rapidly, then even more slowly.
34… 62… 71…
Finally, amidst the disappointment of most of the crowd, the pointer landed on the number 80.
At the instant the location was confirmed, everyone at the scene was patting their thighs in regret.
Another person turned their gaze to position 80. When they saw who it was, exclamations of surprise filled the air.
Position 80 was on the far right of the fourth row. There wasn't actually a seat there, but a wheelchair instead.
In the wheelchair sat an elderly man with short, golden hair. He wore a simple white lab coat, was thin, had a stiff face, and displayed atrophied arm muscles.
This man was tilting his head, looking at the screen, his eyes shining with the light of exploring the mysteries of the universe.
"It's him!!!"
"How could it be him?"
"This..."
At the scene, everyone was stunned the moment they saw the old man, a flicker of disbelief in their eyes. Could this really be random?
Even Bai Ye on stage flashed a look of surprise, not expecting Kingpin to preselect such a dramatic person to be a plant…
Bai Ye paused, then smiled wryly, "Well, I didn't expect the person chosen this time to be you. Congratulations to Stephen William Hawking for being the lucky one today. Mr. Hawking, are you willing to cooperate?"
At this moment, the old man, under the gaze of everyone present, was using the device on his glasses to select words, choosing what he wanted through the contraction of his eye muscles.
Amidst the strange gazes of the crowd, after twenty or thirty seconds, a simulated human voice emerged from Hawking's wheelchair through a text converter.
"I am very honored to be selected, and of course, I am willing to cooperate."
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