The little broken station.
It exploded!
Yes.
Not just the discussion area exploded.
It was all sub-sections, including the video zone, the anime zone, the meme zone, and the live streaming zone that exploded.
Usually.
The discussion area with the lowest traffic actually had a question worth a million.
You should know.
According to the rules of the little broken station, to prevent pranks, the reward amount in the bounty help section, once transferred to the official account, would generally not be returned.
Until the asker selects a suitable answer to give, or it directly belongs to the official little broken station.
With the unprecedented one-million-level bounty transferred to the official account, the planners of the little broken station naturally wouldn't miss this natural publicity stunt.
The official directly intervened.
And promoted this news throughout the platform.
Instantly, onlookers, spectators, the curious, those checking in, and those posing for photos all flocked to this post... but no one was earnestly trying to solve the problem.
Immediately.
Meng Hao's friend list was flooded with new friend requests.
As for the messages requesting to be accepted, they made him excited for several seconds.
As expected, money can make the world go 'round.
With a million thrown down, quite a few talents could still be found.
Then, the next second.
Meng Hao was dumbfounded.
The few users he casually accepted were all female UP hosts transferred from the video section.
The various site messages made Meng Hao's scalp tingle.
"Brother, I want to have a deep talk with you about mechs in a hotel, here are my private photos... [Explicit Photo.jpg]."
"What are mechs, are they Transformers from Cybertron? Coincidentally, I also have a Transformer costume, I can wear it for you... [Image of a poorly maintained Transformer cosplayer.jpg]."
"Mechs? Like the ones in Pacific Rim? I like them too. Coincidentally, I have a tattoo of a mech on me, want to see it... [Tattoo on a private area.jpg]."
Meng Hao was stunned.
What is all this?
Do girls nowadays all have exhibitionism or something?
He was seriously discussing mech-related matters, what was the meaning of all these private photos?
Alas.
Speaking of which, these girls were quite pitiful, they couldn't even afford decent clothes.
However, now was not the time to discuss poverty alleviation, donations, or buying clothes. Meng Hao was solely focused on the remote assault module of the mechs and had no intention or mood to waste his breath on these pitiful girls who couldn't even afford decent clothes.
As everyone knows.
Women are the source of all trouble, they are like painted skeletons.
Only mechs are the ultimate romance for men.
With a poker face, Meng Hao mercilessly sent these photos of scantily clad girls to the computer trash bin.
And continued to focus his attention on the forum.
Compared to the selfish intentions of those girls who deliberately caused trouble, the forum page seemed much more reliable.
"Holy crap, amazing, spending a million to ask a completely unreliable question!"
"Is this rich boss a hardcore fan of figurines? The mechs he's talking about should be large figurines, tsk tsk, rich people, their hobbies are different from ours."
"Here to check in, waiting for gossip, let's see who gets the million reward!"
"Rich people's hobbies are always so strange. If I were this inhumanly wealthy, I'd definitely be saving different fallen women every day... After all, I'm kind-hearted and can't stand to see girls suffer!"
"The one above, aren't you possessed by an old pervert? How do you know this rich guy isn't tired of playing with girls and wants a change of pace?!"
"Maybe he's not tired of it, maybe he's played too much and his kidneys are weak!"
"Title holder, take care of your body! Don't do too many push-ups!"
"What the heck push-ups, are you talking about the kind of push-ups in couples' activities?"
"It's not impossible that it's group activities either!"
"Huh? What are you guys talking about, I'm an eight-year-old child, I have no idea about teachers like Yui Hatano, Manami Ijiri, Sora Aoi..."
"This is a child? This is eight years old?!"
"Sniff sniff, you guys doubt me!"
"You piece of shit, I can knock out a sniveling brat with one punch."
"..."
It was very obvious.
Meng Hao's bounty question had been derailed.
Under this help post worth a million Chinese Yuan, talents of all sorts, with laughter and joy, showcased their skills... but not a single person intended to earnestly help Meng Hao solve his problem.
After Meng Hao scrolled through hundreds of posts and replies, he finally saw a seemingly relevant answer.
"The title holder is so amazing, so rich, and the mechs he described are so awesome, why not buy an F-35 and assemble it?"
"Oh, right, the F-35 heavy fighter has an empty weight of 13 tons and a maximum takeoff weight of 32 tons, meaning it can only carry a maximum of 20 tons."
"However, since you're rich, you can totally find the US to customize it!"
It was very clear.
This post was full of sarcasm and deliberately stirring up trouble.
However.
Whether this replier was deliberately mocking Meng Hao or trying to get attention, it didn't matter to Meng Hao.
His reply, however, coincidentally hit the mark.
Before, when he was drunk and blabbering with Taobao platform buyers, he had also mentioned using an F-35 as a remote assault vehicle.
As a layman in military matters, Meng Hao sincerely asked the replier.
"Oh? Buying an F-35? Elaborate!"
In less than ten minutes, in a help post that had generated hundreds of pages of replies, Meng Hao publicly responded to a post for the first time.
Did this foreshadow that the replier of this post might receive the million-dollar bounty?
And the replier also didn't expect that Meng Hao would actually read the replies one by one, and even reply to him among thousands upon thousands of posts.
This replier was inexplicably excited. He subconsciously continued to reply to Meng Hao.
"The F-35 is the most advanced and the only operational fifth-generation heavy fighter jet in the United States and even the world!"
"The maximum flight speed of this fighter jet is Mach 2, which is twice the speed of sound; its maximum service ceiling is 18,000 meters; it is equipped with anti-radar stealth coating... From the perspectives of speed, altitude, and stealth, it perfectly meets the requirements of the remote assault vehicle you need."
"However, the F-35 has a maximum empty payload of 20 tons, which does not meet your requirement of 37 tons... Furthermore, the price of this fighter jet is as high as 80 million US dollars per unit... At the same time, this fighter jet is only sold to core US allies, not to private individuals!"
Huh?
This reply undoubtedly poured a bucket of cold water on Meng Hao's head.
Not only did the payload not meet Meng Hao's needs, but the US also wouldn't sell it to private individuals or companies at all.
And, most importantly.
The price of a single F-35 is 80 million US dollars. According to the buyer's requirement of 10 mechs, it would require 10 F-35s, which would be 800 million US dollars.
Meng Hao suddenly felt that his excitement when he saw one hundred million US dollars enter his account was just plain foolishness!