Chapter 117 Failed Street Challenge

Lu Xian's clothes were hung on a wooden board he had borrowed (stolen) from a construction site.

On it, using ink from a construction site's chalk line, he had used two fingers to write several large characters:

"Mute Street Challenge: Crushing Red Bricks with Bare Hands."

At the same time.

Beside him were over thirty red bricks he had bought from the construction site, costing a total of five yuan.

Mixed in were quite a few broken bricks.

The setup was extremely crude.

Let alone people.

Even the stray cats and dogs passing by only took one look before heading off to find food.

"..."

[Challenge starts.]

An eight-hour countdown appeared before Lu Xian's eyes.

He just stood there waiting for a while.

As a result, no one came over to watch.

Moreover, the location he chose was considered a street with relatively high foot traffic.

"..."

"To be honest, I'm a bit embarrassed right now."

"Like an idiot." Lu Xian didn't speak, but his voice rang out in the livestream room.

livestream room comments:

[Hahahaha, my toes are curling so hard I could dig out a three-bedroom apartment.]

[I also think it's very silly and awkward / ( ／ _ ＼ ) poor thing]

[Oh well, if I'd known, I wouldn't have chosen this challenge.]

[Awkward silence + 1.]

[Why don't you crush a brick on the spot? Give them a show?]

...

Crush one?

That works too.

Lu Xian thought this suggestion was good.

He then picked up two red bricks from the side, patted them, and found them to be full weight.

Suddenly.

A sanitation worker auntie wearing a vest came rushing over from a distance, carrying a broom, and shouted at him:

"Hey, hey, hey."

"These bricks have to be moved; you can't leave them here."

Lu Xian: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, the auntie spoke again:

"Did you hear me, young man?"

"Hurry up and move them, otherwise if our boss sees them, our pay will be deducted."

"Hey, young man, do you understand?"

Lu Xian: "..."

He pointed to the word [Mute] on his clothes, indicating:

I am a mute.

"What does it say on there? I'm illiterate."

The cleaning auntie urged him:

"Hurry up and get these things out of here. We're building a civilized city, and these things affect the city's appearance."

"If you don't move them and the boss sees them, I'll be fined."

"My salary is only 1,800; I can't afford a deduction."

Lu Xian: ...

The livestream room comments flooded:

[The startup failed halfway through; how miserable.]

[Hahaha, the Streamer is so pathetic.]

[Oh well, it's over.]

[Is the salary in small counties really that low?]

[That's how it is for sanitation workers.]

At this moment, Lu Xian's voice rang out in the livestream room:

"This money is really hard to earn."

"It's over before it even began."

Thinking about this survival mission made him angry.

Isn't 79 yuan expensive?

At this rate, he wouldn't earn anything in a day; he hadn't accomplished anything and had actually lost 7 yuan.

With an initial fund of 79 yuan, he now had 72 yuan left.

Also, the first day's livestream hot comment challenge was quite a pitfall.

"A bad start; might as well move them."

Lu Xian felt helpless; everyone was just a working stiff.

Even if this sanitation auntie didn't chase him away, the patrolling chengguan or traffic police would.

In many places, you can't just set up wherever you want.

Since he couldn't speak.

Lu Xian made an OK gesture to signal the cleaning auntie:

I'm leaving now.

The strange thing was.

When he moved the bricks back to the construction site and walked out of the street's area.

The Mute Street Challenge countdown paused.

At this time.

A worker setting up scaffolding at the construction site saw Lu Xian bringing the bricks back.

Wearing dusty gray work clothes, he was climbing on a five-story high scaffold and grinned:

"What's this? Why don't you want the bricks anymore?"

Lu Xian couldn't speak and could only make gestures.

He indicated that they wouldn't let him set up over by the square.

livestream room comments:

[Let me convey the meaning for the Streamer: He doesn't want these five yuan worth of bricks anymore.]

[What do you mean he doesn't want them? That's five yuan. Brother Lu clearly meant to leave them there for now and come back to get them later.]

[And while you're at it, ask if they're hiring temporary brick movers?]

[Moving bricks? That's good; the Streamer is simple-minded but strong.]

...

Lu Xian waved his hand and then returned to the street.

He found that the Mute Street Challenge countdown had started.

"Street performance without speaking."

"Looks like I really have to set up."

Street singing, dancing, rap, basketball, breaking stones on the chest, crushing bricks with bare hands.

All flashy and showy.

Lu Xian folded the clothes he had written on earlier, placed them on the ground, and revealed only a few characters:

"Mute Street Challenge."

Then he very decisively sat down on a step by the street.

He also placed a stainless steel lunch box there.

Seeing this scene.

Many people in the livestream room couldn't help but laugh; it was really funny.

Comments teased:

[Streamer, what's wrong? Are you okay? Are you okay?]

[Hilarious, just setting out a bowl?]

[Shocking: A Streamer with ten million popularity has been reduced to begging on the street. Is this the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?]

[Why are you giving up? Work hard and promote positive energy.]

[Lu Xian: Refuse the rat race, starting with me.]

...

Just like that, after waiting for half an hour.

An old man out for a stroll suddenly caught sight of a handsome young man sitting by the street.

He suddenly stopped and looked down at the clothes on the ground:

"Mute... Street Challenge?"

"Mute?"

He looked up at Lu Xian and carefully observed the young man.

"Quite handsome." He shook his head. "What a pity he's a mute."

Lu Xian: "..."

The comments were all amused:

[Hahaha, what a pity he's a mute.]

[I'm dying of laughter. The Streamer is saying: I'm a mute, not deaf, thank you. Well said, don't say it to his face next time.]

[Brother Lu, talk back to him; can you tolerate him calling you a mute?]

[Streamer: You're the mute, your whole family is. Wuwuwu, who can handle this grievance?]

"Young man, is this your street challenge, just sitting here without speaking?" The old man continued to size up Lu Xian and asked.

Lu Xian nodded.

The old man shook his head after hearing this and left, muttering:

"Could this be an idiot?"

As it turned out, the old man hadn't walked many steps before he turned back.

He then took out a bulging wallet and pulled out some money, dozens of bills of various sizes.

The comments flooded:

[Hahaha, he's probably an idiot, the Streamer has been labeled an idiot.]

[Streamer gives the middle finger: 6.]

[Wow, what is he doing? Is the old man tipping him?]

[The old man is so nice. Streamer, ask him for me if he's still looking for a little sweetheart?]

[So much money!]

As a result.

Clang.

A one-yuan coin fell into the stainless steel lunch box.

Then the old man stuffed the money back into his old wallet.

The old man shook his head and walked away without looking back.

Lu Xian: ...

The audience in the livestream room exclaimed: Hilarious.

"Mute Street Challenge?"

"What's the challenge?"

Seeing the old man asking and giving money, two middle-aged women saw it and also came over to curiously ask.

Lu Xian pointed to the words on the clothes on the ground.

Seeing this, the two middle-aged women turned and left.

Giving money to this would be better spent on a fortune teller.

Lu Xian: This is truly a failure...

"Are there any other street challenges? Give me some ideas."