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Chapter 1628: Chapter 1306: Who Are You, Really? (Part 3)

Instead, Blue Star’s richest man, Wang Luo, slightly raised an eyebrow and discreetly took a sharp intake of breath.

"The live broadcast is about to begin. I’m honored to be today’s host, An Hong."

A voice came from the left.

The next moment.

Blue Star’s famous host An Hong took the stage.

Although An Hong didn’t know why—

It’s said that it was Chu Kuang’s agent, a man named Jin Mu, who kept recommending him to the Literature and Art Association to host this event?

But to host such a special broadcast, An Hong was very excited and expectant!

Because he clearly knew how many people outside would pay attention to today’s unique live broadcast.

It can be imagined:

The eyes of the world will soon be focused here!

"Please be seated."

An Hong announced, "The live broadcast officially begins."

Beep!

The global live signal was instantly connected.

In the backstage, the staff were dumbfounded, their eyes glued to the rapidly rising online viewership graphs across major platforms, feeling an unprecedented shock!

"Damn!"

"Crazy!"

This is definitely the most watched live broadcast in history, neither having come before nor will come after!

...

At the same time.

In front of countless computers, TVs, and phones, countless eyes were watching, countless mouths were speaking, and countless people were excited.

Some people had already started to imagine:

Would the opening of the live broadcast be the mysterious old rascal Chu Kuang greeting the audience, kindly introducing himself?

The result was disappointing.

What global audiences first saw was a huge stage, with a full house below.

Among these people were not a few familiar or even famous figures, but surprisingly, no one paid much attention to them today.

At the live broadcast site.

On the internet.

Everyone’s focus was on the center of the stage.

There was a computer table placed there, with a cup of warm tea on it, and in front of it was a simple chair, quietly occupied by a figure sitting straight, wearing a black coat.

Is it...

Chu Kuang...

The eyes in front of various screens suddenly brightened, but unfortunately, the camera didn’t show the face of the person in the blue shirt.

"Chu Kuang!"

"It must be him!"

"He looks young from the back?"

"I remember Shadow or someone mentioned it before; the Three Bros are very young."

"Wow, do you really believe that?"

"At this point, anyone sitting there could be Chu Kuang, Song Fang wasn’t wrong; this person must be a spokesperson, carefully chosen, probably already silently reciting what they are about to write."

"Why not show the face yet?"

"Even now, still keeping it hidden?"

"Just keep watching, the old rascal wouldn’t dare to broadcast live without giving everyone an explanation!"

Amidst the barrage of comments.

With great curiosity and anticipation.

The bigwigs at the broadcast site also widened their eyes, staring at the back without blinking; some even leaned forward, but still couldn’t see the face.

"Is it him?"

Song Fang asked Ling Kong beside him, feeling his heartbeat accelerating, continuously hinting to himself, fake, fake, fake, fake...

Still useless.

The influence Chu Kuang accumulated over the years was terrifying!

Just seeing today’s scene and arrangement, one knows how big this broadcast plays!

If he makes a wrong step, there’s no place for him in the online world, and perhaps his real life would also be affected!

Ling Kong’s blood was also boiling, his eyes fixed on the stage, his clenched fist turning pale, his nails deeply piercing into his flesh:

"Who exactly are you!?"

Ling Kong had staked everything for this moment, his eyes blood-red.