Chapter 1357 - 1353: Mr. Ji’s Methods
Constantine Stewart called the filming photographer, a tall man with a slow and indifferent voice: "Tell the director that the reality show’s content is not rich enough, we can add a charity airdrop segment."
In the prestigious circles of the Imperial City, Constantine Stewart has gained a formidable reputation over the past few years, not only for his substantial financial backing but also for being a rare business prodigy. Ideas that come out of his mouth are bound to be brilliant, which is why the circle compares him to the Crown Prince from Nanyang.
The filming photographer, upon meeting Mr. Stewart’s eyes—deep as a starry night sky—felt his legs automatically weaken, quickly nodded, and sent someone to call the director, Daniel.
Upon hearing Constantine Stewart’s proposal, Daniel stuffed the half-eaten tough beef jerky back into its bag, feeling somewhat troubled.
As a variety show director in the circle, Daniel is somewhat stubborn. Previously, when Roy Lee argued with the program team several times to get preferential treatment, even threatening to withdraw investments, Daniel could politely ignore her.
But Mr. Stewart isn’t like Roy Lee, who was made famous just for her looks.
Daniel jogged over to Constantine Stewart, gesturing to the filming photographer to film Roy Lee or someone else.
The elegant and scholarly-looking man, with a fair face, got straight to the point: "On Weibo or other platforms, every five million collected from fans could be used to airdrop a 2-kilogram package to the guests. This five million serves as the variety show’s charity fund. What does the director think?"
"Mr. Stewart, my surname is Daniel." Director Daniel reported his name with a smiling face, realizing that this busy Mr. Stewart might not remember his name. His small eyes spun quickly, nearly slapping his thigh in excitement, wondering why he hadn’t thought of such a brilliant live interaction method.
The current environment is too harsh; we can’t just let the audience watch this group sleep on yellow sand and eat dirt. If they all desert the mission, the show would fall apart, and it’d likely incite fans’ protests.
Just now, Little Shi mentioned to him that in the live broadcast room, there were relentless insults—swearing at fathers, mothers, and the director; all in all, it was brutal.
Fans fundraising for an airdrop to their idols, with all funds used for charity; it’s undoubtedly a win-win situation. This idea can run from the first episode to the last, enhance interactions between the audience and idols, and make the show thrive while solving the guests’ plight. Brilliant!
"Isn’t five million a bit much?" The director was somewhat troubled; other than the wealthy Mr. Stewart, few could raise such a hefty sum at once.
"For charity, it’s not much, plus there’s a limit: only one package can be airdropped per day," the man said calmly.
The director gritted his teeth, nodded, and soon the official Weibo announced the show’s audience interaction gameplay. A charity fundraise was launched on Weibo; collecting five million for each couple allowed for a 2-kilogram package airdrop, with all funds used for charity.
Fearing netizens would question the flow of funds, Daniel tagged the country’s most authoritative charity organization, hoping to form a collaboration.
Once the news broke, Weibo exploded.
"This show is destined for popularity."
"The director’s tricks are spot on. Kudos to you!"
"Guys, for our dear White, charge forward!"
"Where are the Illusion World billion players, it’s time to support our goddess!"
Charles Taylor and Chloe Winston’s fans led the charge, starting donations for their idols without a second thought. The movie emperor’s fan base was vast, and coupled with Chloe’s previous accomplishments in launching the mysterious system for players, many players had found Treasure items worth thousands, quickly skyrocketing the donations for this couple.
Supporting idols while involving in charity made fans spend money happily.
However, soon enough, Constantine Stewart’s group received a direct ten-million donation, donated by Starshine Media, owned by Constantine Stewart. Weibo went into a frenzy again, further solidifying Stewart’s image as a wealthy tycoon in netizens’ minds and giving Starshine Media another boost in popularity.
The netizens accepted it; though the predicament was resolved with money, all of it went to charity, so it was convincing.
Half an hour later, the crew airdropped the first 2-kilogram package in the live stream, containing water, food, tents, clothes, and other items.
"Holy cow, this is straight-up cheating." Desmond Wood finished his tangy and spicy instant noodles and watched another team’s airdropped package, jumping up angrily, his baby face puffed with annoyance.
The crew had already informed all guests about the airdrop. For Chloe Winston’s team, who lacked nothing, the "money-for-airdrop" essentially opened a backdoor for Constantine Stewart.
But their move was quite clever.
"It might not be a bad thing. This survival reality show, the first episode was filmed with full preparation from Ah-Chu, so we didn’t suffer. Who knows what perverse content will come next? This also opens a backdoor for everyone," Charles Taylor evaluated objectively. As a financially abundant movie emperor, Taylor appreciates the convenience that money brings.
Wendy Starling watched Roy Lee joyfully dismantle the package and sneered, saying, "Do you guys all like the pure first-love face like Roy Lee’s? Even Mr. Stewart fell for it?"
Charles glanced at Chloe, who was packing up used disposable bowls, plates, and chopsticks, intending to take them out of the desert. He didn’t care about others, but he fancied Chloe, who was not only beautiful but had many admirable traits.
"Constantine Stewart might be blind, but we’re not. Don’t mention that woman; it makes my blood boil," Desmond Wood whispered, glancing at Ah-Chu. Seeing her unbothered, he sighed in relief.
Thanks to the airdrop, both teams temporarily solved the immediate dilemma. The crew checked the time and decided not to continue the live broadcast, giving the guests and crew time to rest.
Just as everyone was preparing to rest, a staff member approached, smiling earnestly, "Dear teachers, since our show needs to produce a rebroadcast version, we must edit some highlight clips not in the live stream. The director says there will be an activity tonight."
Everyone was speechless, collapsing inside their tents. Can we even survive this?
Meanwhile, Director Daniel followed behind Constantine Stewart, ingratiatingly smiling, "Mr. Stewart, I’ve already asked Chloe’s team over. May I ask if you have any plans for tonight?"
Looking at the two tents emerging from the yellow sands, Constantine Stewart curved his lips and said lightly, "Isn’t it a romance show? How can you develop feelings without more interaction?"