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As the events rapidly unfolded over the next few days, the names of Huang Haoran and Foot Odor Energy Company became hot topics of discussion among the public. Whether online, on television, or even at street food stalls, everyone was eagerly debating who this enigmatic "crazy tycoon" really was.
Faced with this sudden surge of attention, major television networks scrambled to invite Huang Haoran, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man behind the madness. However, Huang Haoran deliberately chose a controversial television station that all media personnel and industry insiders would typically avoid—Tsuka TV.
This station was notorious for its sensationalist, extreme, and somewhat vulgar news style, especially known for its star host, Fang Ao, who had a reputation as a troublesome figure in the industry. He was known for his acerbic wit and merciless demeanor during interviews, often humiliating guests with malicious intent. Ironically, this approach garnered him high ratings, satisfying the public's morbid curiosity for watching celebrities being ridiculed and even breaking down.
Thus, when news broke that Huang Haoran had agreed to appear on this show, it sparked an even greater uproar, igniting fervent discussions online:
"Is he out of his mind? Huang Haoran actually chose Tsuka TV?!"
"This is Fang Ao we're talking about! He's infamous as the 'Celebrity Crusher.' This is going to be quite a show!"
On the night of the recording, Fang Ao arrived dressed in an overly extravagant Purple Suit, wearing a disingenuous smile and armed with a script full of insults for his guests. He sat arrogantly at the studio set, smirking as he awaited Huang Haoran's arrival, eager to tear apart this rising "Foot Odor Maniac" for the entertainment of viewers nationwide.
Meanwhile, Huang Haoran sat calmly in a luxurious private lounge, observing Fang Ao's antics on a screen. A slight smile played on his lips as he maintained his composure; far from feeling nervous, he was filled with anticipation.
He knew exactly what he was doing—such a terrible and biased program would only elevate his "madman" image to new heights. Fang Ao's venomous remarks would not harm him; instead, they would draw viewers deeper into this dramatic clash.
His assistant anxiously asked from the side, "President Huang, are you really going to go through with this? That guy is notoriously difficult to deal with..."
Huang Haoran smiled slightly, straightening his suit before confidently replying, "I want him to be difficult; otherwise, wouldn’t this show be too boring?"
With that said, he strode purposefully toward the studio, followed by a team of assistants and camera crew. His steps were steady and his smile unwavering as he secretly plotted—this interview laden with malice would become an excellent stage for him to conquer the public and ensure that the world would remember his name.
Huang Haoran stepped into the studio with calm confidence, the bright and blinding lights instantly focusing on him as if a spotlight had locked him in the center of attention. He showed no hesitation, his gaze steady and sharp, his steps firm and resolute.
The atmosphere in the studio was exceedingly strange, as if about to ignite a silent yet fierce battle. All the staff nervously followed his every move, holding their breath in anticipation of the dramatic interview about to unfold.
Fang Ao sat on a high stool, dressed in an extravagant Purple Suit. His smile was polite yet utterly insincere, with a glimmer of chilling excitement in his eyes. He resembled a venomous snake that had long awaited its prey, finally seeing a plump victim fall into its trap.
"President Huang, please take a seat," Fang Ao said with a smile, his tone superficially courteous but laced with a hint of mocking disdain.
Huang Haoran calmly sat down in the chair opposite him, maintaining a serene smile on his face, showing no signs of nervousness. He even waved to the audience, eliciting a mix of surprise and curiosity from the crowd below.
Fang Ao smirked inwardly, having prepared countless sharp and cruel questions. He could hardly wait to completely crush this recently popular yet highly controversial Mad Entrepreneur before him. Yet, Huang Haoran's composure only fueled his desire to attack more fiercely.
"Mr. Huang, I truly admire your courage for accepting my invitation to be here. After all, I am notoriously difficult to deal with," Fang Ao said, deliberately lowering his voice, his words dripping with unmasked malice and mockery.
Huang Haoran merely smiled, his gaze calm yet slightly provocative. "Mr. Fang, that is precisely why I chose you. I’ve heard you are the best at putting guests in uncomfortable positions; I certainly don’t want to miss such a challenge."
The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point; the audience held their breath as if witnessing two fierce beasts about to engage in combat. Fang Ao's smile instantly froze, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Huang Haoran felt a sense of satisfaction bloom within him; he knew that his words had thoroughly provoked Fang Ao. Now it was time to see how Fang Ao would respond.
At this moment, everyone outside the camera was eagerly anticipating how this storm destined to ignite public opinion would unfold with such intensity.
Fang Ao leaned slightly to the side, his insincere smile gradually morphing into a sinister grin as a deep and malicious light flickered in his eyes. He deliberately slowed down his speech and spoke with an air of disdain: "Mr. Huang, as far as I know, your company's so-called energy actually comes from Foot Odor? Do you really think using such a product on consumers is not a tremendous disrespect to them? Ultimately, do you genuinely believe in this vulgar gimmick or do you think society is just as obsessed with such lowbrow things as you are?"
The audience whispered among themselves, and some couldn't help but stifle their laughter, all eyes focused on Huang Haoran, eager to see how he would navigate this invisible battle.
However, Huang Haoran seemed completely unfazed, wearing a relaxed and composed smile as he calmly gazed at Fang Ao and replied, "Mr. Fang, your question is indeed quite interesting, but what our company is launching is 'energy,' not merely 'stench.' Gasoline or coal may not smell particularly pleasant, but does that hinder our ability to drive or generate electricity? The value of energy has never been about its odor; it lies in the value and convenience it brings."
A light chuckle of agreement rippled through the audience. Fang Ao's expression momentarily stiffened before he quickly regained his composure and retorted with even sharper provocation, "Hmph, Mr. Huang, your way of sidestepping the issue is rather clever. But I am curious—your high-profile and audacious investment in the bankrupt City C, is it truly out of some noble intention? Or are you merely putting on a show to squander investors' and taxpayers' money to satisfy your own pursuit of fame?"
Huang Haoran adjusted his posture slightly, crossing his legs leisurely while lightly tapping his fingers on his knee, a hint of intriguing confidence in his expression. "Mr. Fang, you misunderstand me. When a city struggles in adversity, some choose to stand by and watch, others choose to criticize, while I choose to take direct action. As for the notion of putting on a show, I believe that actual action speaks far louder than unconstructive words; it is also more persuasive."
This time, clear and strong applause erupted from the audience. Fang Ao's face flushed with anger as he gritted his teeth and stubbornly posed another question, attempting to launch a more cutting attack on Huang Haoran by probing into his personal life, educational background, and even financial status.
Yet no matter how tricky or malicious Fang Ao's questions became, Huang Haoran remained calm and collected, responding in a relaxed, witty tone that often carried a hint of humor. Each answer dismantled Fang Ao's carefully crafted attacks in an instant, revealing Fang Ao's own lack of decorum and respect.
The atmosphere in the recording studio gradually shifted. The interview that was supposed to be dominated by Fang Ao was increasingly governed by Huang Haoran's composure and wisdom. The audience's gaze began to change; they observed Huang Haoran's unflappable demeanor and clever responses before turning back to see Fang Ao's blunders and growing frustration. They increasingly perceived Fang Ao's behavior as rude and spiteful.
What was initially set up as an interview favoring Fang Ao had unknowingly been completely taken over by Huang Haoran, transforming into a perfect stage for showcasing his charm and intellectual sparring.
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