Jiang Ye stood up and walked forward at a leisurely pace.
The entire venue was silent.
The audience members lowered their heads and shrank back, each feeling an immense pressure bearing down on them, as if the air itself were solidifying.
Wang Jian on stage looked pale, while Li Baofa beside him wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
Jiang Ye ascended the stage, smiled, tapped the microphone, and scanned the audience.
"This is my first time attending. Your club is very interesting."
Sweat beaded on the host's neck, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, as if about to give way.
"Don't worry, everyone. Your club can continue to operate," Jiang Ye added.
A collective sigh of relief swept through the hall.
Wang Jian in the back looked surprised.
Li Baofa turned to him with a smile.
"Since everyone is interested in me, I'll briefly speak about myself," Jiang Ye said, pausing for long intervals between sentences.
"First, I am not an immortal, nor am I a devil. I am flesh and blood. I am not much different from any of you here."
"The bombing incident was indeed initiated by me. I don't like to discuss right and wrong; I can only say that looking back on it, I have a clear conscience. Because in the circumstances at the time, I believed that was the best way to resolve the situation."
"To this day, I often recall the bombing incident. Sometimes, in my dreams, I see many elderly parents crying and asking for their children. When I wake up, I also question whether there truly was a better solution at the time, whether fewer people could have died. I believe there was, but I didn't know it then."
"Professor Wang Jian just mentioned that the wealth of this planet is in my hands. This is true. A significant portion of the wealth flows into my accounts. Everyone present combined probably doesn't account for a tenth of my net worth. However, Professor Wang Jian also said that by obtaining this wealth, I have hindered social progress, and I disagree with that."
"The reason is simple: I have not used this money for personal enjoyment. My daily expenses are very low. Almost all the money has been used to build the military, to protect everyone from the threat of the Mill people and terrorists, to develop industry, to provide jobs for everyone, to build cities, and to attract more alien immigrants. This is like Sun Er Niang's human meat buns – taken from the people and used for the people."
"Professor Wang Jian wants to remove me from power. This is unrealistic. I have nearly ten thousand soldiers, and all military forces are under my command. No one can remove me. If, in the future, someone more suitable than me becomes the commander of this planet, I will abdicate. Managing an entire planet, to be honest, is extremely exhausting. If any of you present have experienced this, you would know how tiring it is."
"I saw many people taking notes just now, from beginning to end, like simultaneous interpreters. I want to say, do not accept any speaker's words wholesale. That is not true wisdom, only someone else's thoughts running through your mind. True wisdom comes from doing. Many of you here are new immigrants. I hope you will settle down and thrive on this planet, build your own businesses, and make this planet prosperous."
"I will conclude my interruption here. I have official duties to attend to, so I will not disturb you further. Thank you!"
Jiang Ye bowed and walked off the stage, leaving with brisk strides.
The entire audience rose to their feet with a rustle, and thunderous applause erupted!
"First time seeing Commander Jiang, he's so young!"
"The Commander's existence makes me uncomfortable. It proves that there really are people in the world who are more handsome, younger, richer, and more capable than you."
"I think the Commander is a good person!"
"It's great that the club can survive!"
"Does the Commander have a wife?"
"Don't even think about it. With his status and position, he's not from our world. If you want to climb the social ladder, find someone not quite so high."
...
On the way home, Jiang Ye drafted an announcement and posted it on the channel.
[Seeking Talents]
[Jiang Ye Star Television, Jiang Ye Star Radio Station, and Jiang Ye Star Daily Publishing House are under construction. We are currently seeking 2,600 employees of various types, recruiting talent from across the entire planet.]
[Education is not limited, but knowledge is required. Appearance is not limited, but naturalness is a must. Age is not limited, but good health is necessary.]
[Send your personal resume via private message. Those who meet the conditions will be notified for an interview at a later date.]
[Salary is negotiable, but it is guaranteed to be so high that it will make you weep with joy.]
After posting, he pinned it.
The channel immediately exploded.
"Holy cow, we'll be able to watch TV soon!"
"My voice is sexy, can I work at the radio station?"
"There will be newspapers soon! That's great, I miss newspapers."
"The key is... there are no TV manufacturers yet?"
"Don't worry, once the TV station is built, TV manufacturers will quickly set up shop. I plan to buy a 120-inch big TV!"
"Rich guy, can I come to your house to watch TV? I've never seen a 120-inch TV."
"I want to form a band and perform at the radio station, or appear on TV shows! Then the newspaper can put me on the front page, how wonderful!"
"I can sing rock, I can play guitar, add me!"
The chaotic messages kept scrolling, showing no sign of stopping.
Jiang Ye smiled, not speaking in the channel. It seemed people indeed had free time now, even enough to form bands. One or two years ago, survival was a problem, who would have the energy to sing?
The car landed in the courtyard.
Jiang Ye returned home and sat on the sofa. Suddenly, he felt a sense of idleness.
Isabelle was busy with troops on Birong Star and didn't require his attention for now.
Enterprise introductions were managed by Feng Zhi, and new building construction was handled by Xu Yan, so he didn't need to busy himself with those either.
It seemed he could finally rest, but sleeping felt pointless.
Looking at the empty wall, Jiang Ye nodded inwardly. A television station was indeed necessary! He also needed to get a hundred-inch TV for himself to enjoy! He had never watched a hundred-inch TV in his life. Such a large screen, one could probably see the sweat pores on the faces of TV actors.
He had only been sitting on the sofa for a while when his phone vibrated.
Someone had sent a resume!
Within two minutes, more than ten resumes arrived.
The positions applied for were strange and varied, from wanting to be an announcer, to applying for the position of TV station director, makeup artist, photographer, and even a cleaner.
Jiang Ye went upstairs and sat at the large desk in his study, using the large screen embedded in the desk to view each person's resume. He kept a small notebook nearby, jotting down suitable candidates.
The notification sound kept ringing, and resumes poured in continuously. People's enthusiasm for these few organizations was immense. After reviewing resumes for a while, Jiang Ye discovered that there were already over six thousand unread resumes!
Such enthusiasm!
Indeed, the colony had quite a few talented individuals. Some people's resumes claimed they had been TV hosts on alien planets, and they even sent videos of their past programs. There was even a female worker from a canned food factory who had been a lead actor in a very popular talk show.
Hidden dragons and crouching tigers, hidden dragons and crouching tigers!
(It's Lantern Festival! Wishing everyone a Happy Lantern Festival!)