Chapter 26: No More Talk—Take Action

"Hahaha, laugh! Lin Xing is actually pretty humorous."
"That's right, I really feel like I've seen another side of Lin Xing."
"Hahaha, wasn't the last time he hosted a variety show during that incident on 'Leisurely Life' when they ate poisonous mushrooms?"
"Damn, I just realized the 'hosting' you’re talking about isn’t actually 'hosting'."
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The livestream chat was exploding with messages.
Meanwhile, Tanya’s livestream hadn’t been shut down; this time, the production team decided to feature continuous streaming as their main draw.
“How about letting me see my husband take a shower?”
“Please, host, let me see my husband shower.”
“I’m not an outsider, just let me take a peek.”
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Aside from random viewers chatting, Lin Xing’s fans were bolder.
After all, some of them had been ‘married’ to Lin Xing for over a decade—some were already mothers.
Altogether, the viewer count was skyrocketing.
Passersby, fans, and haters all gathered together.
Of course, any haters barely surfaced before being drowned out by the bystanders.
With a handful of obscure, washed-up celebrities along with Lin Xing filming like this, are you saying they’re struggling?
Yes.
They are working hard.
But are they really having a tough time?
Not really.
They’re just filming a show; farmers work like this all year round.
But this is variety television—how many shows do it this way?
Once again, it’s all thanks to their peers by comparison.
Thirty minutes later, Lin Xing finished his shower, changed his clothes, and began cooking.
He used the same ingredients as before for the big pot meal.
Pork.
Lamb.
Beef.
Lin Xing sliced each one in turn.
Then came the vegetables; his knife skills were evident—not quite a chef, but far above average, which was more than enough.

“Is this fake? If so, tell us how!”
“Wow, Lin Xing is seriously skilled.”
“Did he spend the past ten years as a chef?”
“My husband is so outstanding; let those haters stew in their jealousy.”
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Once Lin Xing finished the big pot meal by himself, there was no more doubt in the livestream chat.
Everyone agreed his cooking was real, and he was truly proficient.
At that moment, it wasn’t just the livestream; people on Weibo were talking as well.
“Lin Xing gives me the impression he spent the last ten years cooking big pot meals.”
“That’s right, I thought the same—the way he cooks is just too practiced.”
“My uncle’s a chef; I just asked him, and he said this kind of skill comes from making hundreds of big pot meals.”
“Everyone, go watch ‘Farm It, Celebrity’—the livestream is quite entertaining. I’ve been watching for over two hours already.”
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Clearly, the ‘Farm It, Celebrity’ livestream shot up the trending charts thanks to the initial skepticism.
Doubt had dissipated.
Everyone’s biggest question was how Lin Xing could suddenly know how to harvest wheat, operate a combine, and cook?
To this, his fans replied, “It’s been ten years—don’t you think even an illiterate person could improve? Besides, what does being illiterate have to do with harvesting wheat, operating a combine, or cooking?”
Of course, at first, due to bias against influencers, many passersby went along with public opinion, but today’s livestream left no room for doubt.
The stream ran nonstop from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon—even during the afternoon shoot, the livestream stayed on.
“Now, it looks like ‘Farm It, Celebrity’ is genuinely authentic; none of these guests are slacking off.”
“Honestly, if I worked this hard all day, I’d be exhausted too.”
“That’s right, farm work is tough; especially if you’ve never done it, you’d need three days to recover from one day.”
“Damn, it turns out farming really is hard work.”
“That’s the point of the show, isn’t it? Cherishing food—I think it’s great.”
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After a full day of livestreaming, ‘Farm It, Celebrity’ didn’t even need to issue any legal notices. They didn’t need to explain anything anymore.
As always, viewers aren’t dumb or blind.
Many clever types can fool viewers once, but after reputation is spent, viewers won’t buy it again.
Evening, in the courtyard.
“Everyone worked hard today. Tomorrow, let’s take half a day off, and give the seeds some time to settle...”
Feng Gang smiled at everyone, “The online opinion has completely reversed; we’re trending again.”
“Good, wonderful! Those haters are really infuriating.”

“That’s right; our show finally broke through, and then they tried to drag us down.”
“If you ask me, we should send out legal notices.”
...
Du Hai, Ding Yi, Guan Peng, and the others were visibly angry.
They’d finally gotten some opportunities, and now a random ‘three-no account’ claiming to be an industry insider said the show was fake and accused them of hype.
How could they not be furious?
“No need to worry, I’ve already asked the lawyers to secure the evidence. Next, we’re suing directly. Since forwarding over 500 times is enough for prosecution, and now it’s over 20,000—it’s more than enough to make them pay.”
Feng Gang sneered, “Do they really think we’re made of mud?”
Previously, they hadn’t sent legal notices for fear of damaging their rapport with the public, but that didn’t mean Feng Gang would swallow his anger.
He wasn’t called Little Steel Cannon for nothing.
Now that ‘Farm It, Celebrity’ had regained its reputation, Feng Gang was ready to strike back.
“Exactly, file the case.”
Guan Peng nodded lightly, “Doesn’t matter who’s behind it—they’ll pay the price.”
Lin Xing laughed, “Yes, some celebrities are too timid to sue, so they just send legal notices to scare the public, which only makes people resent them. If we send legal notices, we’ll be accused of being guilty, so we’ll just sue—no need for empty talk.”
“Right, sue them, do it, no empty talk.”
Feng Gang burst out laughing.
He was in an excellent mood today—the filming went smoothly, the livestream was a success.
Most importantly, the reputation had not just recovered but even slightly improved.
So tonight was a modest celebration.
“Here, this glass is for the director—thank you, director.”
At that moment, Guan Peng raised his glass.
Feng Gang said nothing, drained his glass, and poured another, “This second glass is for Xingxing—thanks for your cooperation.”
Guan Peng laughed as well, “Yes, a toast to Xingxing.”
Then Hong Fei remarked from the side, “Peng, one toast isn’t enough—you need three.”
Lin Xing quickly shook his head, “I can’t accept that.”
Hong Fei chuckled, “Xingxing, you can handle it. Let Peng explain why himself.”
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