dognovel Chapter 155 Manipulated at Will
Chapter 155 Manipulated at Will
Chapter 156 Manipulated at Will
The sharp-tongued Webber stared in disbelief at the studio, which had quickly returned to order. He had been watching with a cynical eye, eager to see Yu Zhen embarrass himself and ruin the talk show.
Hey, who would have thought that Yu Zhen was even better at controlling the situation than him? With just a few words, he not only completely restored order to the program, but also gave the production team a convenient way to back down, attributing the temporary chaos to the program's innovation—a segment specially designed to enhance interaction with the audience.
This, in a subtle way, perfectly salvaged the show's reputation and also gave the production team a taste of their own medicine.
That's great news!
This is absolutely wonderful news!
His sharp-tongued commentary was exactly what Webber wanted – a truly phenomenal opportunity that could cause the show's ratings to explode, and also ensure that a negligent host like himself could secure his job.
Originally, seeing Yu Zhen interacting frequently with the audience, the atmosphere at the scene had completely returned to normal.
Just as they were about to seize the opportunity to regain control of the program.
Hey, who would have thought that this damned Eastern writer would bring up the topic of him having to swear an oath in his mother's name in public again.
At the scene, as Yu Zhen led the conversation, nearly a thousand audience members fell silent, their eyes fixed intently on the sharp-tongued Webber. The live broadcast camera was also firmly locked on the host, the sharp-tongued Webber.
one second.
two seconds.
Three seconds —
The immense psychological pressure is increasing exponentially, almost like a year is passing in an instant.
The sharp-tongued Webber wanted to escape, but he knew that there was no longer any reason to avoid this topic.
But to make him swear in his mother's name—
"As you all know, my mother is a very old woman. She is entering her twilight years and is even deaf and blind. Sometimes she is also intermittently confused and forgets who she is. She can no longer recognize her son, me."
The sharp-tongued Webber would suddenly start getting overly sentimental.
This is an attempt to appeal to emotions and explain to the audience why they care so much about swearing an oath in their mother's name.
*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
Suddenly, Yu Zhen's applause rang out unexpectedly.
While clapping vigorously, Yu Zhen also gestured to the audience to applaud together, thus interrupting the emotional spellcasting segment of the sharp-tongued Webber.
He laughed loudly, "Mr. Poison-tongued Weber, do you know? That's precisely why you should cherish your mother even more. You have a great mother, and you should cherish her. So when you make a mistake, you should publicly and bravely swear an oath in your mother's name to gain everyone's trust! Otherwise, if you were a complete villain, someone who completely ignored your mother, didn't even know how old she was, what her birthday was, or who the man she loved most in her life was—if you didn't care about any of these things, then even if you constantly invoked your mother's name, just like you could swear an oath in God's name anytime, anywhere, who would care about your oath?!"
The sharp-tongued Webber was stunned.
What kind of twisted logic is this? Because one cherishes and loves one's mother dearly, and doesn't want her reputation to be tarnished or disturbed in the slightest by the outside world, one should be even more courageous to swear an oath in one's mother's name?!
Many of the audience members present were completely unable to make sense of the logic in Yu Zhen's speech.
But they all had a subconscious feeling that, although they didn't quite understand the words of this great Eastern science fiction writer, the best choice for the sharp-tongued Mr. Weber was to listen to his advice.
"Oh God, it seems Weber, you're still hesitating, you're wavering, don't you love your own mother?!"
"Shut up!! Of course I love my mother dearly, you bastard, stop spouting nonsense about my family situation—"
The sharp-tongued Webber was a bit overwhelmed and angrily confronted the guest.
Yu Zhen dismissed it, "Really? You really love your mother so much? I don't believe it!!"
"Damn it, why don't you believe me? I am my beloved mother!!"
"I don't believe you unless you can answer my three questions right now. First, what is your mother's birthday? Answer me, answer me immediately and without hesitation, Mr. Poison-Tongued Weber. You keep saying you love your mother dearly, can't you even tell me your own mother's birthday?!"
"Damn it, of course I know when my mother's birthday is, I was just so angry with you that I didn't react for a moment!!"
"So, what day is it?! Is it April 1st?"
"Of course—no, my mother's birthday is April 18th. You scheming bastard, don't try to trick me into saying the wrong thing with your rhetoric!! My mother's birthday is April 18th, not April 1st at all!!"
"Which year?"
"What?!"
"Your mother is already 88 years old this year. What year was she born? This year is 1979. Counting back 88 years, you can't even answer such a simple arithmetic problem? You venomous Weber, you still dare to say you love your mother the most? You hypocritical liar! You don't love your mother at all. You just care a lot about what others say, right? Right? Right? Otherwise, why can't you still calculate what year your mother was born? Can't you really calculate 1979 minus 88?"
The sharp-tongued Weber turned green. He was indeed terrible at math, frantically calculating two sets of numbers in his mind, but the more anxious he became, the less he could arrive at the correct answer.
The audience at the scene was stunned, and those watching the live broadcast on television were equally astonished.
At Webber's house, his elderly mother, enraged, grabbed a baseball bat and smashed the television screen. "You idiot, Webber, you idiot! Your mother is 69 years old, not 88!"
Yu Zhen held up his third finger in front of the live broadcast camera. "So, the third question, dear Mr. Weber, how old is your mother this year? Uh, in your English way, how old is your mother?!"
"My mother is 88 years old this year!!"
"Pah! You're wrong. 88 years old is an age I just made up. How could I possibly know your mother's exact age? On the contrary, you, as her son, can't say her exact birth year or her exact age. You're so careless and negligent about even the most basic personal information about your most beloved mother—"
"Then how dare you say in public that the person you love most is your mother—"
"Sharp-tongued Webber, admit it! Admit you're a clown! Stop deceiving yourself with that mask! Promise me, okay?!"
The scene erupted in uproar.
In front of their televisions, hundreds of millions of North American viewers were also completely shocked, their worldviews and perceptions utterly overturned. When it comes to the level of sharp wit, Webber, hailed as the world's most acerbic critic, is truly not even worthy of carrying the shoes of this incisive Eastern science fiction writer.
How embarrassing! Absolutely so embarrassing!