Chapter 216: The Apocalypse Explosion and the Tunguska Explosion

7:30 PM. The evening news was ongoing.

At this moment, the traffic for the television station and the livestream room climbed sharply.

Old Wang from the monitoring department was accustomed to this routine. Before the program had even started, crowds of people from all over the country were rushing into the livestream room.

As soon as he entered the livestream room, he saw an overwhelming barrage of comments; no one cared about the evening news in Su City.

"Today is about the Tianqi Explosion and the Tunguska Event, I'm so excited!"

"Mohenjo-daro is listed alongside these two major explosions as one of the world's three great natural mysteries. Jiang Zhe already solved it last time—Mohenjo-daro was an ancient nuclear war. I wonder what the truth behind these two big explosions will be today!"

"My dad is a history teacher, so I specifically called him over today to see if Jiang Zhe's decoding is correct."

"What a coincidence, my dad also researches domestic and international history, and he is very familiar with these events. In mainstream academia, the Tianqi Explosion was caused by gunpowder; I don't know what kind of explanation Jiang Zhe can come up with."

"Oh ho, looks like the livestream room is quite lively tonight. So many experts have come; hopefully, Jiang Zhe won't make a fool of himself!"

"By the way, do you guys know about the Weibo Night and the Science Powerhouse Plan?"

"I know, it's related to Jiang Zhe, but his Weibo has never posted any related comments. Our Teacher Jiang has been getting roasted so badly!"

"Sigh, I guess it's because Jiang Zhe doesn't pay attention to the outside world. He probably hasn't even noticed this. Lots of people left messages on his Weibo to tell him, but I bet he hasn't even looked at them."

"..."

Seeing this, Old Wang looked confused. "What Weibo Night and Science Powerhouse Plan?"

He watched the comments for a while longer and found people discussing it. Eventually, he understood what was going on.

"Jiang Zhe was blacklisted by CCVV because he didn't receive that message?"

Then, Old Wang quickly took out his walkie-talkie to communicate with Station Chief Old Zhao. "Old Zhao, CCVV has blacklisted our Jiang Zhe. Do you know about this?"

Old Zhao was stunned, suddenly remembering that Jiang Zhe had called him in the morning to ask about this.

Suddenly, Old Zhao remembered something. He hurriedly took out his phone to check his blocked calls.

Sure enough, there was a call from CCVV, from last month.

"No wonder Jiang Zhe called me in the morning to ask about this; it turns out I had blocked it, thinking it was a spam call."

"Old Wang, is it serious?"

"Seems pretty serious. How is Jiang Zhe handling it on his end?"

"I don't know. I only just found out from you. Wait, I'll go ask Jiang Zhe."

"Handle it quickly, otherwise this might become troublesome."

...

In the lounge. Jiang Zhe was undergoing simple makeup application under the hands of the Make-up Artist. At this moment, the door was knocked.

"Come in."

Old Zhao walked in and asked anxiously: "Jiang Zhe, I know about the matter from this morning. I didn't do it on purpose."

Jiang Zhe responded indifferently: "It's fine. We have military backing, and many things are arranged by the military. People from CCVV have tried to mess with our station, but we were protected by the city's military. They won't do anything else from here on out, so don't worry, Chief."

"Is that so? It really was my negligence."

Old Zhao felt incredulous. "Are you sure it won't affect your future programs?"

He knew about Jiang Zhe's military background; it was because of that black technology.

Jiang Zhe shook his head. "It's fine. I don't even take CCVV seriously. We will never have any dealings with them in this lifetime. Stop worrying needlessly. We don't need to live by other people's standards. If I'm not worried, what are you worried about?"

"Sigh, they really are something. Couldn't they have just used a private number to call and invite you? They used a landline, and nowadays, landline numbers are all spam calls."

Jiang Zhe helplessly chided: "Chief, don't take it to heart. I need to start preparing for work, you go busy yourself."

Seeing that he couldn't sway Jiang Zhe, Old Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand. Then, Jiang Zhe, you carry on."

After seeing Old Zhao off, the Make-up Artist said cautiously: "Teacher Jiang, CCVV did that on purpose. You don't go online much so you wouldn't know; there's gossip online—"

"They invited popular science program hosts from all over the country. The host from Kun City went, and as a result, they got roasted quite badly."

"If you had gone, I'm afraid the consequences…"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhe looked surprised. "So that's it. They were using this opportunity to deliberately suppress local television stations, effectively telling the whole nation in a roundabout way: [Don't trust any science programs from local TV stations. If you want to watch, watch our official CCVV ones. Ours are the only ones that are real and effective. No matter how flowery the local TV hosts talk, it's all fake?]"

The Make-up Artist thought for a moment and nodded. "The official side is actually really using this opportunity to promote the Science Powerhouse Plan, because there are too many college entrance exam candidates recently, but too few science students, so that's why this plan exists—to get high school seniors to apply for science majors."

"And that part is just some people wanting to divert the traffic from local TV science programs across the country."

"They are facing the whole country, not just you."

"It's a good thing you didn't go. The station chief didn't even receive that call. If you had gone, you would have attracted animosity if you succeeded, and lost fans and traffic if you failed. It's a thankless activity."

Jiang Zhe helplessly shook his head. "Where there are people, there is conflict—that saying is truly correct. Trouble comes from the sky while one sits at home. I hope these things don't come looking for me in the future."

He also felt very baffled. His life of hosting programs, resting normally, and then going home—this three-point-one-line life was so wonderful.

Yet a bunch of messy things from the outside world kept coming to his door. It was truly annoying!

If he were to get further involved with CCVV, his peaceful life would be broken sooner or later. Turns out becoming popular is also a sin; how annoying!

"Well, who told you to be so popular, Teacher Jiang? Mainly, you are the top traffic for science programs."

"Alright, Make-up Artist, let's not talk about this anymore. I need to prepare to go on stage."

...

At this moment, inside the Professor dormitory building at Kyoto University of Science. Today, Professor Zhuangzi welcomed an old friend: Laozi.

Under the surprised gazes of Zhou Qing and Zhou Qingqing, the two sat on the white sofa. Both old men simultaneously opened their laptops and opened Jiang Zhe's program.

Zhou Qing looked astonished. "I didn't expect that I would be able to see another gold-medal Professor in my lifetime."

Zhou Qingqing was the same. "It is said that the teacher invited him to watch Jiang Zhe's program. This episode on the Tunguska Event and the Tianqi Explosion has high popularity, and both teachers have quite a bit of research in this area."

Laozi looked at Professor Zhuangzi, looking puzzled: "Watching the audience in the livestream room say today is about the Tianqi Explosion and the Tunguska Event—isn't the Tianqi Explosion just caused by gunpowder? The Tunguska Event seems to be just a meteorite. What is there to explain about this?"

Professor Zhuangzi pondered and responded: "The last episode, Mohenjo-daro, and these two major explosions are all called natural mysteries. Before Jiang Zhe's popular science decoding, what did you think was the cause of Mohenjo-daro?"

Upon hearing this, Laozi immediately fell silent. "I don't know, but I wouldn't think it was caused by an ancient nuclear war."

"I would think it was Indians crafting an illusory ancient high-tech era for their antiquity; like some kind of ancient fantasy epic novel."

Professor Zhuangzi nodded, a look of emotion appearing on his face. "Yes, actually I thought so too before, but what was the truth? The real archaeological evidence, and a series of clues, all pointed to [Ancient Nuclear War]!"

"And that 2013 UFO in Russia that smashed through the meteorite at 20,000 meters altitude—before watching Teacher Jiang's program, what did you think it was?"

"I thought it was just a normal meteorite disintegrating in the air."

"And after watching?"

Under Professor Zhuangzi's counter-question, Laozi was silent for the second time, and then revealed a wonderful smile: "I see. In these matters, Teacher Jiang sees further and digs deeper than us. We pride ourselves on having quite an accomplishment in philosophical thought, but in those mysteries, we are still at the entry level."

Professor Zhuangzi smiled slightly and gave Laozi a thumbs up. "Therefore, we must have reverence for mysterious things!"

"You old guy, lecturing me now? Enough talking, it's about to start."

Watching the harmonious scene of the two old men, Zhou Qing and Zhou Qingqing immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the time spent together would be very pleasant, and the pressure dissipated accordingly.

...

At this moment, inside the lecture hall of the Kyoto University of Science. Professor Hua Yunfeng and Professor Feng Zhiyuan were also ready, and the lecture hall was filled with Professors from various disciplines.

Today was a bit strange; there were many Professors from the history and archaeology departments. After all, not all Professors were interested in the Tunguska Event and the Tianqi Explosion.

Only the history and archaeology departments were interested. They knew Jiang Zhe's science and theoretical knowledge were very strong, but when it came to history, this group of Professors naturally had something to say.

Finally, in the anxious waiting, the advertisement time passed, and the time reached 8:00 PM.

On the big screen, the familiar and handsome Jiang Zhe appeared. He smiled slightly and began to introduce: "Welcome everyone to my turf every Saturday evening. I am your familiar host: Jiang Zhe!"

The moment the words fell, the traffic monitored by Old Wang suddenly surged, surging to a terrifying number: 30 million!!!

This traffic stunned Old Wang. The moment it started, it directly approached the peak of yesterday's program: 35 million, and most of the new traffic came from: Shandong.

Old Wang narrowed his eyes, feeling incredulous. "There was originally no one watching in Shandong. When did 7 million people suddenly pop up? We didn't even spend money to buy traffic!"