The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 990 - 989. An impressive and powerful family background (third update)

Chapter 990: 989. An impressive and powerful family background (third update)

"It’s said that after General Tang passed away, she was not buried in the Martyrs Park but chose to return to her hometown. Did she go back to Tang Village?"

"All those Tang Village people who sacrificed back in the day also returned to Tang Village. Her followers who passed away later were laid to rest together in the Tang Family Ancestral Hall."

"Forgive my ignorance; I didn’t even realize during the live stream earlier..."

"Not many people would realize, right? The name ’Iron Arrow Tang’ is far more famous than Tang Jinyuan, but that’s a nickname that could strike terror in the hearts of enemies!"

"I wish I could turn back time. I’d also want to offer incense to this respectable elder."

"I remember Tang Shu said her grandma liked lively atmospheres. That’s probably true! There’s a rumor that this hero had an open and bold personality and absolutely disliked quietness."

"Enough talking; I need to check out the live stream immediately to see the descendant of a legend!"

"Going to Tang Village—this isn’t just some random tourist destination you can get a ticket for. This is Tang Village, the birthplace of legendary figures!"

***

Tang Village, inside the greenhouse.

Tang Shu and her old father finished over two hours of processing herbs and finally tidied up all the mature ones.

After sorting out all the tools, she stretched lazily, remembered she was still filming, and glanced at the live stream. The next second, something caught her attention.

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand... one million, twelve million online viewers? That many?!"

Tang Shu was stunned. Two hours ago, when she checked, there were only four or five million viewers.

"What happened?"

In just two hours, the numbers skyrocketed to more than double—during her monotonous herb processing work, no less. It was simply unbelievable.

The cameraman was just as baffled, shaking his head, completely clueless about what was happening. He’d been diligently filming for two hours straight without even having time to check his phone.

"Uh... maybe, Miss Tang, your herb-processing techniques are too captivating?"

"..."

Nonsense. My account, ’She Yu Yu,’ has over 60 million followers. Barring major events, my usual live streams only maintain an audience of seven to eight million. ’She Yu Yu’ is professional in the traditional medicine circle, and even their numbers don’t compare to this. You’re telling me the technique is too professional?

The fans of her actor account would barely recognize a few herbs; how could they possibly understand processing techniques?

The cameraman realized how absurd his words were, awkwardly rubbed his nose, and fell silent. But his gaze shifted to the live stream.

However... he suddenly noticed the comments section had completely changed.

"Sister Tang, can you show us around Tang Village? We’re begging you..."

"Young Miss Tang, could you tell us the heroic stories? We want to know the most authentic version from you!"

"Tang Shu, Tang Shu, can you offer incense to Grandma Tang again? She’s the person I admire the most, ahhhh!"

"Was your grandma strict with you growing up? Did she really have such a bold personality? Did she teach you your skills?"

What’s all this...?

Earlier, everyone was acting like, "Watching Tang Shu mess up is so satisfying," and now they’ve completely changed their tone and even started buttering her up. Titles like ’Young Miss Tang’ and ’Little General’ have popped up out of nowhere.

If not for seeing the IDs of these commenters were identical to earlier, he would have thought a completely new group of fans had shown up.

Something was off, very off.

The cameraman was dumbfounded for a while and coughed lightly to get Tang Shu’s attention.

"Miss Tang, they’re asking for you. Maybe you should check it out?"

Tang Shu cleared the residual dirt off the wooden table, glanced at a few comments, and instantly understood what was going on.

Turns out they’re curious about my grandma.

Xiao Tang Shu’s memory of Grandma was indeed there, but since she was too young at the time, the recollections weren’t much. Before she had the chance to grow older, the elder had already passed away.

"I don’t have many memories of my grandma. I remember she liked to laugh, was very fond of my mother, and always argued with my dad, every time with full energy. When I was three, she said she missed Grandpa and wanted to go talk to him, but not long after, she passed away."

"As for her accomplishments..."

Tang Shu furrowed her brows, thinking hard. "There’s not much to talk about. She didn’t like to mention things from that era. The only person she spoke about often was my mild-mannered, frail grandfather."

The two sentences barely took a minute. Tang Shu picked up the herbs and turned to leave the greenhouse, with the cameraman quickly following behind.

From the moment she started speaking, the live stream audience was unusually quiet. Even after her brief words, there hadn’t been any comments.

Perhaps it was because they were immersed in the imagery she painted... or was it something else?

That evening, as usual, Father Tang took charge in the kitchen. Tang Shu, the "leaky quilt," was unceremoniously kicked out, left to shiver in the cold while waiting to be fed.

While the father-daughter duo ate simple homemade meals and teased each other in Tang Village, the internet was anything but calm.

No, it wasn’t just calm—it was as if a storm had exploded!

The hot topic everyone loved to discuss was none other than Tang Shu’s extraordinary family background. Grandma Tang’s obscure name had been spread far and wide after everyone learned about her, and Tang Shu’s proud statement about her hometown resurfaced for another round of speculation.

"No wonder Tang Shu mentioned her hometown with so much pride. If I were her, I’d brag about it my whole life, every single day!"

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I’m so incredibly excited! How could Tang Shu not adore Yi City? Not liking it? That’s impossible."

"So Tang Shu’s overwhelming coolness comes from her genes? She was born to be a bigshot!"

"Have you noticed? The Tang family is full of strong-willed personalities. Definitely an inherited trait, hhhhh~" novelbuddy-cσ๓

"I used to think this girl’s attitude suited my tastes. Now I feel like it suits me even more."

"Tang Village is simply amazing. What a shame it’s not a tourist spot; we can’t visit it in person. Did Tang Shu grow up there?"

With just two hours left for the two-day live stream event "One Day Idol," the number of viewers in Tang Shu’s live stream had soared to 15 million, exceeding the program team’s expectations with a massive influx of new viewers.

If not for additional servers added in the capital working alternately, who knows how the day’s proceedings would have ended.

At 10 p.m. that evening, the cameraman finally wrapped up the day-long shoot. Tang Shu had already burrowed into her warm blanket and was exchanging goodnight messages with her boyfriend, who was far away in the capital.

***

The next day.

Online, news about Tang Shu predictably flooded everywhere; no one could suppress it.

This newly-minted idol dominating the trending topics was no longer a fresh occurrence—it had become routine for some.

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