Chapter Thirty-Four: Exposing a Fraud? No, It’s a Massive Team-Building Event!

Day two of the undercover mission.

The number of concurrent viewers in Luo Bin’s livestream, like a frenzied bull, smashed through the barriers of all historical records, charging straight into the terrifying figure of one million.

On the screen, the refresh rate of the live comments had exceeded the limits of human perception, transforming into a white, surging waterfall that flowed without end.

"Bin, it’s been two days. Are you actually going to find anything or not?"
"Don’t you dare flop! I’ve bet my entire life savings on you winning!"
"That guy named He definitely has something to hide! Keep looking, Bin, there’s got to be some dirt!"

Countless IDs and countless voices converged into an invisible, colossal wave, slamming relentlessly against Luo Bin from behind the screen.

Pressure. A mountain of pressure.

However, the content of Luo Bin’s stream was gradually sliding in a direction no one had anticipated.

The "Fairyland Construction Site" under his lens had no filthy corners, no skimped meals, and not even a single harsh reprimand from a foreman. Everything was clean, orderly, and even... eerily harmonious.

Night fell.

The construction site did not light up with floodlights for overtime work; instead, colorful ambient lights were strung up across the square in the living quarters.

Luo Bin was holed up alone in a dormitory room that rivaled a budget hotel suite, staring at a blank sheet of paper, attempting to organize all the "suspicious points" he had gathered over the past two days.

But the paper remained empty.

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, and the camera faithfully recorded his confusion.

Just then, the dormitory door was pushed open with a bang.

Before he could react, several pairs of strong hands reached in and grabbed his arms without explanation.

"Brother Luo, why are you molding away in your room?"
"Come on, let’s go! They’re showing *The Wandering Earth II* on the square tonight, and there’s a bonfire party with a whole roasted lamb! If we’re late, it’ll all be gone!"

Several coworkers, smelling of sweat but wearing incredibly bright smiles, half-carried and half-dragged him out of the room.

Luo Bin didn't even have time to turn off his streaming equipment. He could only let the camera, disguised as a button, record this chaotic yet vibrant scene as he swayed along.

He was half-pushed onto the plaza.

The moment he saw the scene before him, he froze. The camera froze with him.

A massive bonfire was roaring in the center of the square, the dancing flames casting a deep red glow on hundreds of honest, weathered faces. People sat in small groups on the clean lawn rather than muddy ground.

Not far away, a giant screen, three stories high, was playing that nationally acclaimed sci-fi blockbuster, its thunderous sound effects echoing through the valley.

The rich aroma of roasted meat, mixed with the fragrance of cumin and chili, aggressively invaded everyone’s nostrils.

The workers were wolfing down free barbecue while raising beer bottles and singing at the top of their lungs. Some were dancing in the open space—rough, powerful movements that drew rounds of cheers.

No numbness. No exhaustion.

This place did not look like a construction site that had just finished a day of back-breaking labor. It looked more like a grand orientation party for a university campus.

The comments in the livestream, hit by this extreme contrast, stalled for several seconds. Then, an even crazier explosion followed.

"What the hell? This is a construction site? Are you kidding me, this is a construction site?"
"This food, these activities... even I, an office worker, am tearing up!"
"It’s a script! This is definitely a setup by Longhai University! Don’t be fooled, Luo Bin!"
"To the guy above, since when can a script afford to hire hundreds of extras who all act like award-winning actors?"

Luo Bin could no longer look at the comments.

He was squeezed by the enthusiastic crowd, and a handful of sizzling, oily skewers were shoved into his hand, along with a perfectly chilled beer.

He sat down in a daze, the heat from the metal skewer burning his palm.

Beside him, several men with different accents were chatting loudly, their saliva flying with their laughter.

"Old Zhang, you finished your work—are you going to get that 'Dust-Free Construction Bonus' tomorrow?"

"You bet! Five thousand bucks! That’s worth two months of work for me elsewhere! Once I get the money, I’m buying my wife a new phone!"

"Honestly, I’ve been working construction for nearly twenty years, and I’ve never seen a boss as good as Principal He."

A man with skin tanned to bronze and wrinkles etched around his eyes took a big gulp of beer, his eyes turning red without warning.

His voice wasn't loud, but it hit the noisy background like a heavy stone.

"He treats us like human beings."
"Truly, he treats us like human beings."

The statement caused the surrounding area to fall silent for a moment.

Another younger worker, chewing hard on his lamb, chimed in vaguely:

"You said it! Once this university is finished, all of our names from the construction crew will be on the founding monument! If my son gets in here to study one day, I can stand in front of that monument and brag about it for the rest of my life!"

He smiled, his mouth wide, but something crystalline shimmered in the depths of his eyes.

Simple. Sincere. Unadorned.

These words were like searing hammers, one after another, chiseling into Luo Bin’s heart.

He looked down at the skewers in his hand. The aroma was still rich, but he could no longer find the strength to take a bite.

As a top-tier streamer whose lifelong pride was "hardcore truth-seeking" and "exposing the dark side of society," his inner defenses—built upon countless victories and a cold, detached perspective—were completely melted, at this moment, by the warm bonfire and these sincere smiles.