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Song Yunyan's support funds were transferred quickly.

Or rather, so quickly that even Lu Ban found it hard to imagine.

When he returned to his warm and sweet home in a stretch version of some unrecognizable brand's black luxury sedan, a piece of news popped up on Lu Ban's phone.

"Jiangcheng Grand Theater, a historical building, will be demolished today; the surrounding area is now closed off."

He clicked on it and read a very routine report.

"Oh, so they're planning to announce the demolition with the news and then make my video more popular by trending it on social media?"

Lu Ban considered Song Yunyan's tactics and thought that only the wealthy could afford such an approach.

After lying down for a while, the disciplined Lu Ban opened those books on folklore studies to continue learning and planned to watch a horror movie in the evening to analyze the filming techniques.

After studying for an hour, another news notification popped up on his phone.