Some people thought that the program team was inhumane and violated the contestants' privacy.
Of course, others expressed the opposite opinion.
"Human rights? Privacy? I'm dying of laughter. To have such a good opportunity to show his face in front of the whole world is a treatment that no international superstar has ever received before. Hurry up and be secretly happy."
"Yeah, I can imagine that after the program ends, Raymond, who was born in the slums, will be known by the whole world. Being an internet celebrity will also earn him a lot of money. His fate will be completely turned around. Why would he care about this little bit of privacy?"
"Ah Xi, I'm jealous. Why am I not the one having his face shown around the entire world?"
"I suggest that the Korean brother up there sign up. Maybe he will choose you for the second season."
"Sigh, but no matter what, I still hope that Raymond performs better. Otherwise, this handsome guy will lose face in front of the whole world."
America, the slums.
In a dilapidated house.
Many people were watching this scene on television.
The atmosphere was silent.
"Why did this program team choose Raymond?"
A refined-looking young man broke the silence and asked.
"It was a random pick. The program team wanted one of these contestants to come from the slums. Even if they didn't choose Raymond, some other Tom, Dick or Harry would be in his place."
"It couldn't be helped."
Someone said.
Bang!
A man with a full beard slapped the table and scolded, "They're not people. These rich people are really not people. F*ck, they're toying with us!"
He did not know Raymond.
But as a person from the slums, he felt the same.
On the surface, the consortium wanted to humiliate Raymond, but indirectly, they were going to humiliate the tens of thousands of slums.
"Alright, don't be so angry. After all, the world belongs to the rich. They are the ones who can do whatever they want. They are not bound by the law and are not under the jurisdiction of morality.
"And we exist only to make up the numbers, that's all... just let it go and get used to it."
An elderly man glanced at the bearded man indifferently. His voice was monotone and matter-of-factly.
However, everyone present could hear the sorrow in his voice.
The sorrow of being at the bottom of society.
They had no room to resist. They could only become a chess piece for the rich to play with.
They had no choice and were helpless.
"Now that things have come to this, we can only hope that this child from the slums performs decently. Just decently will do.
From this, we can show the world that the poor of the slums are not so bad!"
The old man sighed and said
Why didn't they hope that Raymond would perform exceptionally well and slap the faces of those rich people?
Because of human nature.
Humans understood humans the most.
In the absence of any restrictions, under the circumstances where everything was allowed, the cage that imprisoned the ferocious beast in the human heart would be opened.
This beast would be released and run wild at will, which was inevitable.
Therefore, as the program developed, it would only worsen.
They only hoped that Raymond was not so bad.
..
Raymond ate his breakfast and went to his computer.
Living in this city, Raymond had no parents and no job. He could only rely on private work to earn some money to feed himself.
The day before yesterday, he had received an order to draw a game illustration for a client, and this morning was the deadline for submission.
There were still some details that had not been perfected.
Raymond turned on the computer.
Half an hour later, the illustration was completed. Raymond saved a sample and sent it to the other party on the chat software.
After waiting for a long time, there was no reply.
Raymond was a little surprised.
Although it was the weekend, he had made an appointment with the client yesterday, so there was no reason for the client not to reply.
In order not to delay things, Raymond decided to call the other party.
"Di..."
The call went through, but no one answered until the dial tone changed.
Raymond guessed that the other party had something to do, so he planned to contact the other party later.
It was at this time.
He felt that something was wrong.
It was too quiet.
Across the street from where he lived was a wide street. If it were any other time, there would already be cars coming and going, the roar of the engines and horns.
Children lived next door, and they would have started to play.
But today, there was no movement at all.
It was abnormal.
Raymond walked to the balcony.
The street was empty.
Raymond noticed three cars parked in the right lane as if waiting for a red light, but now it was a green light. Why weren't they moving?
Also.
Why were the cars all empty? Where were the drivers?
A sea breeze blew.
Not far away, a billboard was tottering and could fall at any time.
But no one was maintaining it.
Where was he?
Where did he go?
Raymond frowned and walked out of the house to the street.
"These two cars were specially arranged by the program team, and so is the billboard next to it. The purpose is to have the contestants discover the disappearance of human beings faster through these arrangements."
In the international live broadcast room, the host, Maggie, explained.
"Good guy, I know you'd call him a good guy. In order to let the contestants integrate into their roles as soon as possible, the program team has put in a lot of effort."
"It's not only a lot of effort to get the whole city to play along, but also a lot of money."
"I think so... I'm the owner of the two cars. They're both used cars. The program team gave me 20,000 dollars."
"I'm a resident of the city where the contestants live. The program team gave me 9,000 dollars."
"Hiss, the top ten consortia are indeed rich. One person's blood letter will come to a city in the second season. I'll do my part for the program team."
The audience discussed animatedly.
Their gazes once again focused on Raymond.
At this time, Raymond was walking around the streets, but not a soul was in sight.
He made a call.
He tried to call a client again, but no one picked up.
He called a few friends, but no one picked up.
He called the police, but no one picked up either.
Then he entered the supermarket, cafe, bar, school...
No one, still no one!
Raymond's face became more and more serious. The situation was all too wrong!
Raymond sat down on the steps in front of the cafe, opened Twitter, and wanted to ask about the situation here.
However.
He noticed that the latest post was last night.
From the time this post was posted until now, nearly ten hours had passed, and no new posts had appeared.
Raymond's fingers were trembling, but he still worked on typing a post and posted it.
"Raymond's phone has an internet connection, but every app on his phone is custom-made. Even if he released this post, he wouldn't get any response."
"The contestants have been thrown into the full immersion of 'the sudden disappearance of human beings'!"
Host Maggie explained at this time.
After Ramon posted the tweet, he waited for a long time, but no one replied.
He got up and decided to walk on.