Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

While Huang Wu and Long Zimo were having their ’chat,’ Lu Xiaobu was sitting in a car on his way home.
"System, prepare some special-effects medicine for the two kids from Dahong Pavilion, but remember not the kind that works instantly. We don’t want to start a riot, they’re getting too much attention now!"
Lu Xiaobu seemed to be resting with closed eyes, but in reality, he was communicating with the system.
"Don’t worry, I’ll get you the medicine in a bit. You have someone give it to them, it will have a slow onset and should have them back to normal just a few days before the start of the global competition."
The system was indifferent.
Medicine that works instantly is hard to find; there are plenty of options for those that restore health slowly and they’re easy to get!
"Good, second thing, help me prepare the stuff needed for the commentary. This national competition, I’m going to do it myself. Isn’t there someone targeting my commentary? Let’s see how good he really is!"
A cold glint flashed in Lu Xiaobu’s eyes.
"Okay, I’ll think of something."
The system hesitated but still agreed, "However, you should also get familiar with this yourself during this time. After all, I’ve said that permanent enhancements are nearly impossible at this stage."
That’s much harder than the medicine, but he’ll try to find a way, nonetheless!
"I understand, go handle it."
Lu Xiaobu nodded.
At this moment, Liang Lan extended her delicate hand to gently massage Lu Xiaobu, "Young Master, should I go look for suitable candidates nationwide right now?"
"Look for them? Where’s the time? If I’m not mistaken, the internet is probably going nuts by now, right?"
Lu Xiaobu enjoyed the comfortable massage from Liang Lan, with a cold smile tugging at his lips!
"Um... Yes!"
Liang Lan sighed lightly, responding anyway.
She originally thought it better not to let Young Master know about this yet.
In fact, from the moment of the car accident, the noise of the evening’s discussions had peaked!
Even as the Lu Group remained silent, Young Master Bu’s reputation had begun to be overwhelmed, as mainstream media gradually joined the fray.
It was normal, after all, there’s a limit to human effort. Young Master’s influence is great, but it’s not possible to overturn the situation without saying a word.
How could those in the media speak for them without any material?
Blabbering without proof, they’re likely to be besieged!
Of course, at this stage, they’re just lightly touching on the subject, not taking sides or making their stance clear. Young Master’s influence still holds up!
"Prepare to hold a news conference. Tell them the selection for the commentators has been decided, it’s going to be Dahong Pavilion and myself."
As Lu Xiaobu spoke, he took the phone from Liang Lan’s hands and opened the online discussions.
"Young Master? Dahong Pavilion? And you?"
Liang Lan was taken aback.
Where did this combination come from?!
With all due disrespect, an injured pair plus the habitually commanding Young Master!?
What kind of commentary team is this?!
Dahong Pavilion’s pair plays the sympathy card while Young Master gives orders?!
Just imagine the scene, the three sitting there with Young Master in the middle, each side holding a mascot just like a mummy?!
Then Young Master opens his mouth: "Let’s start, Sister Lan pour me a cup of tea, and hey, is the blue team daft? Hurry up and go for the big Dragon, they’ve got no visibility! The purple team, cut off their retreat, yes, yes, spot on, he’s blustering, there’s no teammate behind him! They’ve got no ultimates!"
Can you imagine that picture?!
Really, Liang Lan’s lips twitched a bit.
And forget about rules, saying the teams can’t hear the commentary, protesting that Young Master wouldn’t do such a thing.
Aren’t you aware of Young Master’s ability to mess things up?
Are these even issues for Young Master?!
If you think not, please, raise your hand!
At this moment, Lu Xiaobu was looking at the comments on his phone.
"Demand the reveal of the commentators’ list!"
"Exactly, Lu Xiaobu, it’s not that big a deal, just say it!"
"Just a list, why the delay? Is there something fishy going on?!"
"Lu Xiaobu, we trust you so much, you can’t let our Heavenly Dynasty lose face!"
"There are only a few commentators, why wouldn’t you reveal it?!"
"Refund, refund, I don’t want to be embarrassed on site!"
"This is an international competition! Since you, Lu Xiaobu, are both the owner of LOL and the organizer of the event, if you make a fool of ourselves, we will not let you off the hook!"
"Strongly request to publish the list, otherwise, refund our tickets!"
"..."
The online noise is through the roof.
Even more people are clamoring for ticket refunds!
There’s no helping it, netizens will be netizens. While they mean well, they do not consider how difficult it is to manage such events or how many things need to be taken into account. They just feel entitled to know and that they have the right to be informed. Not telling them means there must be something fishy!
Some may say, why not just ignore them.
To those who say this, I can only say you’re oversimplifying things.
If we ignore them, under the push of some unseen force behind the scenes, it would be easy to trigger a ticket refund frenzy!
The logic here is the same as manipulation in the stock market!
Once a ticket refund craze is triggered, with masses of unaware viewers following suit, either refunding their tickets or not attending, can you imagine the outcome?!
Oh, when the game starts, the huge venue barely has an audience, then under the eyes of people from all over the world, it’ll be like smearing yellow mud on your pants - not shit, but still looking like shit!
Shameful even if it’s not supposed to be shameful!
Hence, this online noise is something that often cannot be ignored!
"Go ahead, do as I said."
Lu Xiaobu shut off his phone and waved his hand as he spoke.
"Yes, Young Master."
Liang Lan sighed in response.
Between the right choice and Young Master’s orders, she will always choose the Young Master’s orders!
"Li Jin, notify Zhang Benhu to have someone constantly watch over the vicinity of Dahong Pavilion Hospital to safeguard their security."
Lu Xiaobu continued with his arrangements.
"Yes, Young Master, should we also be on the lookout for any suspicious individuals?!"
Li Jin nodded and then offered his suggestion.
"That would work too, but I doubt it’ll be of much use. The opponent won’t easily slip up."
Lu Xiaobu waved his hand dismissively.
"Yes, Young Master!"
Li Jin answered.
"Young Master, what’s next?"
Liang Lan asked.
"What’s next? Go home and get some sleep."
Lu Xiaobu stretched languidly and calmly stated, "Now is not the time for us to panic."
However, a fleeting sharp glint could be seen in his eyes.
...
Huang Family.
Right now, Huang Wu’s phone displayed a message from his subordinate.
"President Huang, Lu Xiaobu has already announced the commentators’ names, it’s himself and two from Dahong Pavilion!"
Huang Wu’s brow furrowed deeply, his fingers drumming on the table beside him.
To be honest, his reaction was the same as Liang Lan upon first seeing the lineup: utterly baffled.
Two wounded Dahong Pavilion members who can’t even stand, plus a capricious Lu Xiaobu?
Is this some kind of joke?!
"Someone come here."
Huang Wu reapplied the duct tape over Long Zimo’s mouth, then called out.
"President Huang."
The previously seen man in black bowed his head as he entered without daring to look around.
"Go to the hospital and check on Dahong Pavilion’s injuries," Huang Wu ordered indifferently.
"Yes," the man in black turned and left.
"Wait, you’re going like that?!" Huang Wu’s eyes narrowed, a flash of displeasure passing through them, "You’re going to see a doctor!"
While saying this, Huang Wu nonchalantly dropped the fruit knife from the table to the ground.
Everyone understood the implication.