Modu TV Station, main conference room.
Watching the shaky image on the big screen, Zheng He's face darkened.
"According to reports from the front line, the seventh production team has already made four throw up and exhausted two."
"Now, only He Bingbing and the cameraman Wang He can keep up with Wu Bin."
"But Wang He's strength is almost gone too. We can clearly hear him panting heavily in the video, and it won't be long before he can't hold on any longer."
"Several female directors have also started crying and told me directly that they want to resign because they just can't keep running."
"I'm afraid if this continues, we'll have to forcibly stop our live broadcast, as no one can keep up with that guy."
"So, what should we do now? Feel free to speak up if you have any suggestions."
The management group looked at each other in the conference room.
