Chapter 265
Chapter 265
Changkong: [???]
Pangya: [???]
Little Monk: [Murder?]
Zhang Bei secured the phone, making sure both of them were in frame.
He turned to the employee. “Take the Drop Tower straight to ninety meters. Fifteen minutes.”
“Yes, Boss!”
The employee agreed, silently giving Zhang Bei a thumbs-up.
Their boss never disappointed. To mess with someone, he was even getting on the ride himself now!
Sitting beside him, Qingqing felt rather dazed.
What had happened?
Had she just heard something she wasn’t supposed to hear?
Fuck. Fifteen minutes?
Ten minutes could kill a person. Was fifteen minutes even meant for human beings?
The visitors who had just sat down nearly cried.
Had they known Boss Zhang was going this far, nothing could have persuaded them to get on!
But it was too late to change their minds now.
The Drop Tower’s music had begun. With Boss Zhang’s orders, it rose straight to ninety meters.
Visitors were fortunate. They could always feel the love Boss Zhang bestowed on them from time to time.
Feeling the familiar weightlessness, Qingqing expertly clasped her head in both hands and began softly singing “Good Days.”
Zhang Bei narrowed his eyes, expressionless. Only the tone-deaf singing beside his ear kept sending his anger higher.
“Today’s a good day…”
“Shut up!”
“Good days…”
“Shut your mouth!”
Zhang Bei’s brow twitched. The torment of the Drop Tower wasn’t even one percent as bad as the singing in his ear.
The Live Stream on the phone mounted in front of them was also drowning in that wretched music.
Changkong: [I’m out. I can’t take it!]
Pangya: [An indiscriminate weapon of mass destruction. I’m out too!]
Big Cabbage: [Sir, I’m on your side! Stop singing!]
March Squid: [I’ve muted it. Let me know when the singing’s over.]
Boss Zhang’s appearance had originally drawn more than ten thousand people to the Live Stream.
Simply because Qingqing opened her mouth, that number dropped almost instantly to around seven thousand.
Zhang Bei drew a deep breath. He really couldn’t bear it.
As the two swung close together, he reached out and clamped a hand over Qingqing’s mouth.
“Sing again, and I’ll send you to live in the Underground Maze for a month.”
Qingqing stared wide-eyed, rising and falling with the Human Yo-Yo.
Would this beast let people live?
It was already hell difficulty. Couldn’t she even sing to calm herself down?
He was completely unreasonable!
But this time, Boss Zhang’s actions won unanimous approval.
When this creature started singing, calling it lethal didn’t even begin to cover it.
Pure mental contamination!
Children who heard it would be scarred for life!
The Live Stream’s viewer count visibly began to rise.
Changkong: [It’s finally over!]
Pangya: [Well done, Boss Zhang!]
March Squid: [Have you forgotten Qingqing has to do every attraction today?]
The red comment flashed past, and the entire Live Stream went quiet.
They had been watching Qingqing’s streams for quite a while. They all knew her habit of singing when she was frightened.
But outside Boss Zhang’s amusement park, it didn’t happen very often.
Most of the time, they could grit their teeth and get through it.
Today, though – was this creature going to sing from start to finish?
A willow planted by chance may grow into a shade tree.
Zhang Bei hadn’t originally had any plans for these Stream Viewers. After thoroughly experiencing Qingqing’s singing, however, an outrageous idea sprang into his mind.
Perhaps he could devise an online torment program?
As the Human Yo-Yo continued, Zhang Bei began refining his plan in his head.
Meanwhile, forbidden to sing, Qingqing was suffering tremendous fear.
She had ridden the Drop Tower more times than she could count.
Yet every time offered a novel experience.
All the more so now, with no time to prepare herself mentally before being sent straight into the Human Yo-Yo’s most extreme experience.
“Zhang the Thief, please! I’m begging you! I don’t want to do this anymore!”
“Ah! Fuck! Let me down!”
One after another, screams brimming with “delight” rang out for a full ten minutes.
Boss Zhang’s personal appearance on this Human Yo-Yo ride had attracted quite a few regulars.
Most might not be able to conquer the Drop Tower, but at least they wouldn’t normally faint.
Unfortunately, because a certain person refused to behave like a human, hell difficulty had been promoted straight to infernal massacre difficulty.
When the fifteen minutes ended, Zhang Bei unfastened his safety belt with one hand and looked around with the phone held up.
The scene seemed to take them back to the amusement park’s earliest days.
Below the Drop Tower, people knelt everywhere on legs too weak to stand.
Zhang Bei nodded in great satisfaction and brought the Live Stream’s ten thousand-plus viewers over to Qingqing.
Her miserable condition was laid bare before everyone.
Her once-neat hair was a mess, and her face was covered in drool and snot.
She was unconscious, but saliva still kept trickling from the corner of her mouth.
After a long silence, Zhang Bei reserved a house for Qingqing in the future Moon base.
Earth might really no longer be suitable for her, after all.
The doctor came along whistling, pushing his cart.
His workload had plummeted and his mood was excellent. Even seeing his boss hadn’t spoiled it.
But once he drew close, the smile fell from his face.
What had his boss done this time?
Why was everyone on their knees again?
Didn’t you people find riding the Drop Tower as easy as drinking water now?
With no time to think about anything else, the doctor hurriedly took out his tablet and scrolled through it.
Seeing the alarming warnings on the screen, he grabbed his medical kit and rushed forward.
How could I have been so naive?
An easy workload?
My ass!
With his boss playing like this, the workload was liable to double what it used to be!
His hands moved too fast for an ordinary person to follow. Within a minute, dozens of Suxiao Jiuxin Wan pills had been fed into visitors’ mouths.
Holding up the phone, Zhang Bei glanced at the doctor wiping his sweat.
“Leave this girl. Let her lie here.”
The doctor paused in pushing his cart and sighed at the unconscious Qingqing.
Forget it. He could barely protect himself. Everyone else would have to fend for themselves.
Before Qingqing woke up, Zhang Bei began hoodwinking the ten thousand-plus viewers in the Live Stream.
“We’re holding a giveaway. From now until the Amusement Park closes, I’ll say a sentence at random intervals.”
After a pause, Zhang Bei adopted an enticing tone.
“If you’re fast enough to type the entire sentence, you’ll win my mystery gift. Only three available. First come, first served!”
Changkong: [Tell us first. What’s the prize?]
March Squid: [Right. Tell us what the prize is first!]
Pangya: [It’s not another compulsory Amusement Park experience pass, is it?]
It wasn’t as though Zhang Bei hadn’t done that before. Last time, he had made two and had Qingqing give them away.
The two “lucky” winners were still traumatized by giveaways to this day.