usatvline Chapter 194 Cultural Performance
Chapter 194 Cultural Performance
Back at the mine.
For the past two weeks, Zhu Wuyao had been secretly stirring things up, describing the situation as extremely precarious, as if the building would collapse at any moment.
The leaders looked increasingly anxious.
They frequently held private talks.
Even though Zhu Wuyao was observing from the sidelines, he could clearly see that these people had not made up their minds at all.
They are just anxious and doing nothing.
There seems to be a tendency to give up.
Zhu Wuyao remained calm.
After arranging a meeting with the old man, she returned to the mine and, instead of immediately spreading rumors, turned to Ye Xiaozhou and asked:
"How many days?"
That's a completely unfounded question.
Ye Xiaozhou immediately understood what she meant, and she transmitted her voice:
"It will take about six or seven days to get back to the Star-Picking Tower from here, and then to gather purple energy from the top of the tower to rush back."
"What happened? What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Ye Xiaozhou, on the surface, continued his casual conversation to avoid being seen or heard, saying:
"What do you mean by a few days? I don't understand."
Zhu Wuyao nodded, retrieved the manuscript from his resting place, handed it to Ye Xiaozhou, and said:
"With all these documents included, how many days will it take you to finish reading them?"
Ye Xiaozhou was somewhat surprised. This time, he didn't even use telepathy and directly asked:
"What's wrong with you? With this manuscript on top of that, it'll take me seven or eight days to read it."
Then, using telepathy, he added:
"Who knows if the bookstore owner is here? If he's not, I might have to wait for days. What if you die here?"
Zhu Wuyao forcefully shoved the manuscript in his hand into Ye Xiaozhou's hand, saying:
"You can finish watching it in ten days. There's no rush."
This sets the date for the rebellion at ten days from now.
Ye Xiaozhou did a rough calculation and felt that she had enough money. Although she still didn't quite understand, it was absurd, like not forgetting to collect eggs from the henhouse before killing someone. But she still took the manuscript, thinking that it wouldn't hurt to go there on the way.
Afterwards, Zhu Wuyao brought in the leaders of those who had been secretly investigating every day without making any progress.
This brought together several influential leaders in the mine.
Before this, Zhu Wuyao was a clerk who had to submit reports to various leaders after each trip.
And now-
Ye Xiaozhou clapped his hands twice with a smile, attracting the attention of Hu Sanrong and the others, and said:
"Welcome everyone! I've been here for the past two days and I'm very happy to have had such a wonderful time. But after a while... I'm starting to feel a bit bored and uninterested."
"It just so happens that a friend I recently met came up with a great idea: to organize some kind of 'cultural performance gala,' with regular singing and dancing, to enhance everyone's cultural and intellectual development."
Hu San's face darkened instantly, and he was about to question them when a voice transmission suddenly appeared in his ear—
"Fellow Daoists, shall we rebel?"
Then added:
"Don't give anything away, okay? Our superiors have eyes and ears."
Hu San was shocked and stood up abruptly, looking at Miss Zhou, who was speaking in front of him, with a horrified expression.
The same applies to everyone else.
In an instant, a variety of colors flashed across everyone's faces: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
That was absolutely fantastic!
Zhu Wuyao sat down beside him and said calmly:
"Don't get agitated, let's sit down and talk. The cultural performance is a good thing that benefits both body and mind. Even if you're against it, please listen to our perspective."
Rong Si calmed down slightly, then sat back down in her original seat with an air of superiority, and sneered:
"Young lady, although I don't know how you did it, organizing a cultural performance in this place isn't something you can just talk about. Let's not even talk about what your abilities are—"
"Just saying you're going to do this kind of thing might cause trouble."
"I bet your cultural performance won't be successful."
Traitor?
Zhu Wuyao had anticipated this, and said:
"We have to give it a try. A cultural performance is something that benefits everyone. We need to be of one mind and work together."
Ye Xiaozhou nodded in agreement and added telepathically:
"My friend means that whoever survives must be a traitor; if we're going to die, we'll all die together, and nobody should live!"
Then he asked loudly:
"Who's in favor! Who's opposed?"
"Ha! This is too ridiculous, utterly childish. I, Old Man Feng, will not play along!"
Upon hearing Ye Xiaozhou's words, the old man surnamed Feng couldn't sit still any longer.
His face clearly showed disdain.
Zhu Wuyao had already discovered that this old man Feng was just meddling and that his involvement in various secret agents was purely to make himself appear more sociable.
But whenever someone suggests a good idea, he always responds with an attitude of "no, no" or "we need to think about it further."
He clearly enjoys life in the mine.
This person is cruel and absurd, and enjoys the suffering of others. If he were in the outside world, killing him a hundred or eighty times wouldn't be too much.
Only here can such a rat from the gutter find a place.
Seeing Ye Xiaozhou glance in their direction, Zhu Wuyao nodded almost imperceptibly.
The next instant, there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
The people here are all resolute, and no exclamations were heard. Only Ye Xiaozhou feigned surprise and said:
"Oh dear, how could he just die like that?"
Then he slapped his thigh and sighed:
"I told you not to get too agitated. Can't we talk things out? How could he just die like that? It scared me to death."
Zhu Wuyao repeated:
"Who is for it and who is against it."
This time, seeing Old Man Feng's freshly made corpse, everyone's faces turned extremely ugly.
Finally, Hu San spoke up and asked:
"Tell me how you plan to organize this cultural performance. If it's too absurd, we need to think it over carefully. If it's feasible, we can brainstorm and make it happen."
Zhu Wuyao smiled.
If you don't push these people, they can spend ten or more years tearing each other apart at the "making a plan" stage.
Sometimes, being forced into a corner is an effective way to push a plan forward.
She took out a document and began to read:
"First, we need to clear out an open space to serve as a stage for talent performances. I see it in the northeast corner..."
Zhu Wuyao reads the plan for the arts and cultural performance.
As for the real matters to be discussed, Ye Xiaozhou transmitted them to everyone's ears.
She explained to everyone that they could freely enter and leave the mine, and also revealed the reason for the failure of the last cultivator rebellion—
This is not the present world, but a small grotto-heaven.
Therefore, to suppress the rebels, one only needs to wait at the point where the two worlds meet, then one can lock their throats and kill them one by one.
To avoid this, one needs to clear a path using something outside the Five Elements and untouched by cause and effect.
Furthermore, it was explained that the entire mine map was already familiar to them, and the decision on where to open a path had been made.
Ten days later, she will bring back Golden Core stage helpers to provide support, and she can create chaos to divert the attention of the old scholar.
……
As Ye Xiaozhou explained the plan via telepathy, Zhu Wuyao's art performance plan came to an end.
"In conclusion, the cultural performance is beneficial to physical and mental health, enhances cultural literacy, and strengthens the construction of civilization within the mine. We hope that everyone will work together to contribute to the cultural performance."
"That concludes my presentation. Thank you for listening."