The Chef King Competition was carried out live, which was a major test of the contestants' acting skills.
Of course, this mode also brought about great fun.
The audience could choose to watch the official version or watch the exclusive version of the contestants.
Although Meg had not participated in the recording of a show in his previous life, he had seen pigs run. It was just a variety show, so he was not nervous.
Xi had set up a stable and decent persona for him. It was not outstanding, but it was not too bad either. He just needed to perform well in cooking.
At the same time, Meg received a contestant's code of conduct on his bracelet.
The contract was handled by Xi, so Meg had no interest in it. While the staff was checking the equipment, he opened the contestant's code of conduct and glanced at it.
There were no strange rules. Other than the basic confidentiality agreement, there were some restrictions on the contestants' personal character. One of them was probably a new addition. "During the show, contestants are not allowed to contact fans in any way."
It seemed that the program team was also scared by the Jasper incident. To avoid trouble, they directly set the rule that contestants were not allowed to contact fans.
Xi said that this show had a script, but Meg did not get one.
Obviously, he was a last-minute firefighter. In the director's mind, he did not need any lines at all.
"Your seat is over here. You should know the exact procedure, right?" the staff member asked for confirmation as he led Mag to a stove.
"Yes." Meg nodded with a smile.
Meg had thoroughly studied the competition process on the way here. Although it was a variety show, the Chef King Competition was indeed well done in terms of professionalism.
The on-site judges gave the contestants a comprehensive score based on their on-the-spot performance, knife skills, plate presentation, taste, and other dimensions, and came up with the final score.
Even if the contestants had a script, there would always be judges who could justify themselves with clever words, thus prolonging the life cycle of the variety show.
Everyone knew that the contestants had a script, but this effort was enough to make people feel their sincerity.
The show's recording venue was very spacious. Moka Group valued this show very much and directly gave the program team an entire floor.
The top eight contestants had already taken their places. Many of the contestants had their managers making the final adjustments and whispering some words to them.
Meg's eyes briefly scanned the contestants. He had already memorized their information. His gaze landed on the judges' table, on the beautiful lady sitting in the corner.
The black dress was sexy but not intellectual, and the indifferent expression on that beautiful face made people flinch.
Nancy McCarthy, the noble lady, had just saved his life.
Of course, that was what it looked like.
As a direct descendant of the McCarthy family, Nancy had a certain right to speak in the family. As the president of the Moka Group, she was also the person in charge of the variety show, the Chef King Competition.
What kind of domineering female CEO was this?
Perhaps sensing Meg's gaze, Nancy suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Meg.
Their eyes met briefly, and Meg smiled gratefully.
Nancy withdrew her gaze indifferently, as if she was not interested in his warm smile.
Meg raised his eyebrows. Of course, he was not disappointed.
This kind of top-notch fair, rich, and beautiful woman was not someone who could be chased by a face. He still expected this.
Then, Meg briefly looked at the judges on the judging panel. Most of them were veterans in the cooking industry, and the head chefs of certain top restaurants.
Considering the long lifespan of the residents of the underground city, there was no lack of people who had been working for thousands of years.
An excellent chef needed time to cultivate.
Without at least eight to ten years of practice, no one would dare to embarrass themselves by showing off their knife skills that could truly be called excellent.
Therefore, Meg did not doubt the cooking skills of these experienced chefs.
"The Chef King Competition program team has opened a channel for you on Weibo and has given you good traffic support. By the end of the show, your PK value should be able to exceed 10 million." Xi came to Meg's side, handed him a glass of water, and said telepathically.
"10 million is not enough. We have to prepare for the next competition. For tomorrow's semifinals, the director will not change the rules for us." Meg took a sip of water and said telepathically without batting an eyelid.
"That depends on your performance today. If your performance is interesting enough, the promotion of the Chef King Competition has never been stingy with traffic. This is more practical than anything else." Xi took back the glass of water.
"If that's the case, then there's no problem." Meg smiled confidently.
He was best at subverting.
The Norland Continent's food was too crude and lacked some exquisite delicacies.
As for the exquisite Dungeon delicacies, they were lacking in the flavor of life.
In that case, let him add to the fireworks.
"But, are you really not going to do anything?" Meg looked at Xi, who was about to leave, and asked.
"I've done what I should," Xi said and turned to leave the stage quickly.
Meg looked away. His wristband had been turned off. Otherwise, he would have opened the microchat to see what Xi had done.
The design of the stage was quite interesting. It was a semi-circular stage with eight individual workstations. On the silver alloy workstations were various kitchen utensils, which were all prepared by the chefs themselves.
Meg's workstation was very clean, but it was a little special.
Other people had a set of knives, with dozens of fancy knives of various styles, but he only had a single factory kitchen knife with a wide and thick style.
However, he had brought his own stove, an open stove that was hard to find in the market.
Meg had learned the Dungeon's kitchen utensils from Xi before coming here.
Precision and automation were the biggest features. Even a complete novice could cook food that was passable as long as he followed the steps set by the system.
However … it was only passable.
At the same time, this overly precise tool added many restrictions. It was like putting shackles on the chef and locking the upper limit.
Therefore, Meg chose to bring his own stove and let the people of the Dungeon see the true charm of cooking.
"This newcomer doesn't look like a chef."
"I heard that because of Jasper's accident, the program team found a trainee from an agency at the last minute. He's probably here to show his face and prepare for his debut."
"I heard that he's quite good at cooking. He's a folk chef."
"Jasper was eliminated and one of the top four spots was given up. I just don't know who will take his place."
The competition had not started yet. A few familiar contestants were chatting and their attention was focused on Meg. Their tone was quite relaxed. Obviously, they did not see Meg as a strong competitor.
Meg turned a deaf ear. If he was serious about the contestants' clique, he would be the one to lose.
…
At the same time, on the Internet, hundreds of millions of Dungeon netizens were eagerly waiting for the start of the Chef King Competition.
As a variety show that finished with high ratings, the Chef King Competition had accumulated a terrifying number of fans.
The cruel and efficient competition system, the exciting culinary duels, and the various exposés inside and outside the show made the audience very fond of this variety show.
Today, on Weibo, there were many trending searches about the Chef King Competition, especially about the new contestant, Hades Saipan. His accusation against Director Horace was a big hit to the netizens.
Unfortunately, the news seemed to be blocked. Besides Hades' Weibo, it was hard to find any related discussions on the Internet. Even the marketing accounts that liked to eat human blood were collectively silenced.
Because of this, more and more people followed Hades' account and wanted to follow up.
Just ten minutes before the Chef King Competition started, a Red-verified account of the Dungeon Military Secretariat liked Hades' Weibo post and commented, "The people need the truth."
Soon:
"Military Secretariat" liked Hades' Weibo post!
The people need the truth!
It was pushed to the trending searches and started to climb rapidly.
The matter had been brewing for a few hours. This was the first official account to participate.
And this official account was very special. It was the only verified account of the Dungeon Military Secretariat and represented the military's attitude.
The military's attitude had always been important in the Dungeon.
Since Marshal Ferdinand promoted the military and political reforms, the tycoons started to restrain their influence on the military. Their attitude towards the military had also become restrained and cautious.
"Chief, the topic is climbing rapidly. Should we continue to reduce it?" Amos ran directly to Lucian's office and asked anxiously.
He felt like he was going crazy. The topic had just been suppressed and the Chef King Competition had basically reached an agreement to use the topic's popularity to quell the topic. He didn't expect the military to suddenly interfere.
"How do you plan to reduce it? Delete the Secretariat's post or block the account? "Lucian sneered and looked at him.
Amos' face turned pale. As the Operations Director, he naturally knew the authority level of the Military Secretariat's account. It was the same level as the President's account.
The level was a symbol of status and power.
Not to mention him, even Lucian didn't have the authority to block the account.
"Then … what should we do now?" Amos asked carefully.
"We don't know which big shot in the military is behind this. But since the message was sent through the Secretariat's account, it represents the military's attitude," Lucian said seriously. "According to the microblogging code, we have no right to interfere with any actions of the military, including speaking. Remove all permissions on this topic and no longer restrict it. "
"But, if that's the case, how will the Dixon family respond?" Amos looked troubled.
With the topic's current popularity, once the permissions were removed, comments and reposts would be opened, and keyword searches would no longer be restricted. Horace, Bart, and Charlie's scandals would be exposed in an instant.
"Now they should be concerned about how to distance themselves from Horace." Lucian looked at him calmly.
Amos was slightly taken aback, and immediately showed a look of realization. He looked at Lucian with a bit more admiration. "I'll go arrange the work in the technical department."
The office door slowly closed. Lucian looked at the scenery outside the window and a smile appeared on his face.
He didn't know which big shot in the military wanted this, but it solved a problem for him.
The CEO position of microblogging CEO wasn't easy to be. With so many forces involved, it was impossible to meet the requirements of every party.
Therefore, to sit in this position, it was not enough to just be a professional. The skills of microblogging were the most important factor in whether or not you could stay in this position.
Lucian had always been fair. He always stood on the side of the strong.
When the Dixon family and the McCarthy family went against each other, it was very difficult for him because both families were very strong, and he couldn't afford to offend them.
But now that the military's secretariat was involved, the situation immediately changed.
No matter how strong the Dixon family and the McCarthy family were, they were not as strong as the military. Moreover, he had the microblogging code as a basis, so he didn't hesitate to stand on the side of the military.
Soon, the netizens found that the comment section of Hades's microblogging was opened, and the originally gray repost icon was lit up.
"No wonder he's the man under the military's protection!"
"So? What's the truth? "
"Horace is a scumbag! One of my sisters was depressed because of him! "
"I suddenly found a lot of sisters accusing Horace on the microblogging. They can't all be true, right?!"
The number of comments on Hades's microblogging post increased rapidly. The comment from the military's secretariat was pinned at the top, followed by the comment from the cute three-year-old. "Brother Hades is so righteous! I support you! "
More and more victims and acquaintances of the victims posted their comments in the comment section, and they were all liked at the top.
At the same time, the netizens searched for keywords such as "Horace" and "Horace sexual assault" and found many microblogging posts that were originally not very popular.
Those microblogging posts that had been covered in dust finally saw the light of day again after the restrictions were lifted.
Every word of the bloody accusation was completely hidden on the Internet. The despair of the victims who had nowhere to complain was empathized by countless ordinary people.
"Horace is worse than a beast!"
"Bart, Charlie, sexual assault!"
…
One by one, the trending searches were pushed to the top. It was like a storm had swept through the Dungeon Internet world.
The marketing accounts that were originally silent seemed to have sensed the direction of the storm and started to join in the traffic storm.
Hades's microblogging post at the center of the storm had been liked and reposted tens of millions of times.
…
"It's over, it's really over …"
In the film studio, Horace looked at the microblogging post with a pale face. Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
Bart and Charlie were trembling, and their faces were ashen.
The likes and comments from the military's secretariat were like a sharp three-edged sword that pierced their hearts and sentenced them to death.
Looking at the heated comments, the famous directors and celebrities, who were used to receiving praise and flattery, had yet to recover from their fall from the altar.
"I … I want to communicate with Young Master Fergus." Horace opened his bracelet with trembling hands.
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