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Faced with Huang Haoran's unwavering composure, Fang Ao felt an inner fury boiling like a volcano. The fake smile on his face began to crack, transforming into a venomous sneer. His words suddenly quickened, sharp as a knife's edge: "Mr. Huang, I must say, your audacity is astonishing! How can you shamelessly present something as vulgar as Foot Odor as a product to be proud of? Your family must be too embarrassed to acknowledge you in this state. No one in this world will truly respect a clown like you who profits from lowbrow antics!"
A murmur of whispers and snickers rippled through the audience, all eyes fixated on Huang Haoran, eagerly anticipating his emotional collapse. However, Huang Haoran merely smiled, sitting up straight with an air of calmness, a hint of sharpness flickering in his eyes.
"Mr. Fang, you're so adorable that I can't help but chuckle. Your suit today is particularly eye-catching; that vibrant purple—are you planning to play the clown in this show?" Huang Haoran replied nonchalantly, his words dripping with disdain and humor. "I know your hosting style is typically acerbic, relishing in attacking others for amusement. But have you ever considered how weak you appear when you yourself are questioned? Don't you find that contrast truly ridiculous?"
Fang Ao's face turned pale with anger, his body trembling slightly, yet he clung to his pride and attempted to retaliate: "Huang Haoran, people like you only resort to shallow retorts; you have no real talent! You're just using your absurd product to deceive the ignorant masses!"
Huang Haoran calmly raised his hand, signaling Fang Ao not to get worked up, and slowly began: "Real talent? Mr. Fang, perhaps you don't know that I've thoroughly investigated your background. You have quite a few secrets that are best kept hidden."
Fang Ao's face drained of color as he feigned calmness and retorted: "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you trying to attack me with rumors?"
Huang Haoran leisurely continued: "Rumors? Mr. Fang, do I need to list the special places you frequently visit? Should I clarify your dealings with certain dubious funds right here on stage?"
The venue fell into an eerie silence, all gazes turning sharply toward Fang Ao. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his lips quivering as he could no longer mask the panic and shame within.
"Mr. Fang, look at who truly excels at sensationalism," Huang Haoran said with a composed smile, his tone filled with mockery. "I suggest that next time you attempt to attack someone else, you should first tidy up your own 'dark history.' Otherwise, in the end, it will only be you who ends up embarrassed."
The audience erupted into laughter and applause as Fang Ao sat there, utterly deflated, slumping in his chair like a deflated balloon.
At that moment, Huang Haoran remained calm and confident; the atmosphere in the recording studio had completely shifted. He effortlessly emerged as the undeniable winner of the debate while Fang Ao became the most awkward supporting character in his own farcical performance.
As the program recording drew to a close, there was an eerie silence in the room. Fang Ao slumped in his chair as if his soul had been drained away; he looked extremely pale, even his lips trembling slightly. He had entered this interview brimming with confidence, believing it would mark a new peak in his career, only to find himself trampled underfoot by the guest without any means of retaliation.
At that moment, Huang Haoran stood up and walked towards Fang Ao with a calm and steady stride, his movements deliberate as if he were performing in a play he had rehearsed a thousand times. When he reached Fang Ao, he slightly bent down and gently patted his shoulder.
"Be a good person, Mr. Fang," Huang Haoran said in a gentle tone, yet each word was laced with barbs. "And by the way, your show is truly unbearable... absolutely terrible."
As soon as those words left his mouth, the audience erupted. The initial shock quickly turned into uproarious laughter, like a barrel of explosives being ignited. Amidst the laughter, someone couldn't help but shout, "Well said!" and "President Huang is so cool!"
Then, as if someone had signaled the start of a riot, several pieces of fruit—apples, bananas, and even small tomatoes that seemed to have come from backstage—were hurled towards Fang Ao. They hit him on the shoulder and splattered on his chair, leaving him in utter disgrace.
Fang Ao's face turned crimson, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He gripped the armrests tightly but couldn't utter a single word; he could only watch helplessly as Huang Haoran turned to leave. He didn't even dare to look up at Huang's retreating figure, silently enduring what felt like his own Waterloo.
Meanwhile, Huang Haoran remained composed as ever, brushing off the dust from his cuffs. His silhouette under the spotlight shone like that of a king descending upon the scene. As he stepped out of the studio, it felt as if the entire space parted for him. He didn't look back, nor did he need to, for he knew—
This interview had become his legend, while Fang Ao was left with nothing but humiliation.
The day after the show aired, the online world was turned upside down like it had been struck by a high-energy bomb. The explosive interview between Huang Haoran and Fang Ao did not unfold as Fang Ao had anticipated; instead of embarrassing Huang Haoran, it ignited a frenzy of public interest in this "Foot Odor Maniac."
Initially, some people remained skeptical and mocked Huang Haoran in the comments section for being just a publicity-seeking lunatic relying on body odor. But these voices were quickly drowned out—Huang Haoran's calm demeanor, sharp wit, intelligence, and ability to turn the tables during the debate captivated countless viewers. More people began to shift towards supporting him, even admiring his strength and uniqueness.
"Huang Haoran is truly ruthless; it's rare to see someone walk away from Fang Ao's mouth unscathed and even turn the tables."
"He's not just a Foot Odor Maniac; he's a real leader—he's strategic, intelligent, and has vision!"
"Oh my God, who will edit his iconic moments? I want to replay them endlessly!"
Within the company, operations had already begun to take shape. Huang Haoran's marketing team acted swiftly, like sharks sensing blood. They edited together the most iconic moments of Huang Haoran's retorts from the show, every shot of him looking down on Fang Ao, each god-tier question paired with a calm smile, creating a series of fast-paced, striking short videos. These clips were accompanied by slogans such as:
"True leadership doesn't rely on tough talk but crushes with strength."
"Huang Haoran: This world is dictated by me."
"When Foot Odor meets arrogance, let's see who sprays who first."
These videos spread like wildfire across major social media platforms—be it Douyin, YouTube Shorts, IG Reels, or X—showing Huang Haoran's charismatic exit and his line, "Your show is utterly terrible."
In less than three days, his online popularity skyrocketed like a rocket, landing him at the top of trending searches. Even AI rankings and data agencies were caught off guard by this sudden phenomenon. Huang Haoran's face, his voice, and his catchphrases appeared in various memes, edited images, and tribute videos.
He was no longer just the eccentric who rose to fame through the controversy surrounding Foot Odor Energy.
He had become the topic leader of this era, a manipulator of public opinion—
A true master navigating the crest of the times while bearing the mark of Foot Odor.
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