Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 150, The Fruits of Victory (Part 2), is an extra chapter for the simulated Alliance Leader!

"This person is the worst of the worst!"

"You can't do anything by cursing, even if you do, they'll still sue you..."

Mu Shanming held the phone, listening to the defendant on the other end hurling insults at Ning Bishu, but his heart remained unmoved.

She said calmly, "You received the summons, right? Then either go to X State to respond to the lawsuit as required, or if you want to settle privately, apologize and issue a statement first, and then transfer the money to the account I gave you. The total amount for emotional distress and reputational damage is 10,000."

"Ten thousand? Why don't you just rob a bank?"

"I don't need to rob it, it's not like I don't have any."

"You son of a bitch... I'll charge ten thousand for every single time I curse him! I have no money! But I'll take your life!"

"It's okay. If you don't want to settle this privately or go to court, we can apply for the court to enforce it. Besides, you said you'd pay Ning Bishu 10,000 yuan for insulting him. Have you thought about what would happen if you ruined Ning Bishu's reputation? He might lose 10,000 yuan every day."

Your insults might cause him to pay 10,000 yuan a day. You're being sued now, but the worst outcome is that you'll only have to pay 10,000 yuan a lifetime. You think you're not wrong, but he feels he's at a huge loss.

"Damn it, I have no money! My family is poor!"

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. You'll have to figure out how to scrape together some money. I have a phone number here..."

Mu Shanming hung up the phone and answered another one.

While Ning Bishu was spending his days in Jinling sleeping with his first wife, Xiao Taotao, his second wife was busy handling the 315 project for him.

After the summonses sent out by the X State District Court were delivered to the defendants, the more timid ones among them immediately tried to contact her.

In the past four or five days, more than one hundred people have agreed to settle out of court. Among them, more than thirty have already issued apologies and statements and directly paid money.

Mu Shanming updates his Excel spreadsheets daily.

These tens of thousands every day, according to Ning Bishu's promise, will all be hers in the end!
That way, even knowing that Ning Bishu was going on a date with Xiao Taotao, she didn't seem so angry anymore...

"Uh-huh……"

"The most important thing is that the money is in place. As for apologies, you can just copy and paste them every day. If you don't know how to write one, I have a ready-made one here. You can just change the name and use it. Ning Bishu doesn't care about the money; he just cares about your attitude of admitting your mistakes."

Mu Shanming sent another one away.

I had just hung up the phone when someone knocked on the office door.

"Obviously."

Mu Shanming looked up and a smile appeared in his eyes, but he immediately frowned and questioned, "Why did you come back?"

"I missed you." Ning Bishu ignored the group of people watching in the law firm, took out a large bouquet of roses from behind her back, and handed it over. "Beautiful lady, happy March 2nd."

"Happy March 2nd?" Mu Shanming turned to look out the window. In Beijing, the sun was already setting...

She asked, looking puzzled, "What day is March 2nd?"

“It doesn’t matter, every day with you is the same,” Ning Bishu said. “Let’s go out for a meal.”

Mu Shan understood him at a glance, but still tidied herself up, took his hand, and the two of them went out openly.

Inside the law firm, a group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Attorney Mu and Ning Bishu...?"

"San'er?"

"Stop talking nonsense, stop talking nonsense, get back to your work!" Ye Jingyang immediately scolded.

Lu Xueqian and Mu Shanming are not here, and Guo Chen has disappeared again.

He's the most dazzling guy at Hechen Law Firm right now!
……

"Where are we going?" Mu Shanming asked as he got into the car with Ning Bishu.

They saw that Zhang Long was driving, and Zhao Hu was sitting in the passenger seat.

Ning Bishu smiled faintly, "Mo Xuan."

Mu Shanming's expression changed slightly.

The car drove on and off for 40 minutes.

Around 6 o'clock, as darkness fell, we finally drove into an alley.

A moment later, Ning Bishu and the other three arrived at the teahouse owned by Zhang Junjun.

However, Zhang Junjun and Hou Yonghong arrived earlier this time.

As soon as Ning Bishu led Mu Shanming to sit down, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu consciously went to the outer room.

Only four people remained, sitting in the small tea room with a courtyard, drinking tea and chatting.

Hou Yonghong looked at Ning Bishu and Mu Shanming with great interest, seemingly unconcerned about today's main agenda, and asked with a smile, "Are you two living together?"

"We're living together." Ning Bishu nodded naturally.

Zhang Junjun immediately felt very uncomfortable because of Ning Bishu's naturalness.

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Ning Bishu, I don't think there's any need for us to waste any more time meeting. You have no use to me. Even if I'm really short of funds, I wouldn't stoop so low as to covet the few copper coins in your pocket."

Ning Bishu smiled and said, "How could someone of Mr. Zhang's stature and vision say such a thing? I know very well how much money I have. Mr. Zhang, you're not looking down on me, you're looking down on yourself."

Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!

Zhang Junjun didn't want to argue with Ning Bishu, so he simply said, "I won't give you Lü Xueqian's shares. Another talk is impossible. After today, I think we shouldn't see each other again, and you shouldn't contact me either. I don't want anything to do with you anymore." He paused, then added, "Just take good care of Shanming."

"Oh~" Hou Yonghong immediately became sarcastic, "President Zhang, you're quite the romantic one, aren't you? Doing this right in front of me, huh?"

Zhang Junjun frowned again and argued, "You... Shanming and I have a purely spiritual relationship..."

“President Zhang,” Mu Shanming couldn’t help but interrupt, “You don’t need to get excited. I’ll be working for Ning Bishu from now on. Don’t worry, Ning Bishu treats me very well, and I’m very satisfied with him.”

Hou Yonghong said irritably, "Did you hear me?"

Zhang Junjun was so teased that his face darkened, and he got up to leave.

Ning Bishu suddenly raised his voice and called out to him, "President Zhang, don't you want to know what I did a few days ago?"

Zhang Junjun turned around and sneered, "I saw it, you were putting on a monkey show online! Your ass was all over the place!"

Ning Bishu did not refute, but simply took out his phone, placed it on the table, and said, "Mr. Zhang, you can take a look at this."

Zhang Junjun sat down with a suspicious look on his face, half believing and half doubting. He picked up Ning Bishu's phone, flipped through the screenshots, and asked, completely bewildered, "What do you mean by showing me these? What does it have to do with me?"

Ning Bishu said calmly, "Mr. Zhang, do you really not understand it at all?"

"Let me see." Hou Yonghong also lent her phone.

After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't understand, so he looked up and asked Ning Bishu, "What does it mean?"

Ning Bishu still didn't say anything, but he also brought out a personnel appointment and dismissal news item from a previous day that was less than 30 words long.

Zhang Junjun and Hou Yonghong glanced at Ning Bishu and seemed to have grasped the meaning. They both looked at Ning Bishu with questioning eyes.

Seeing that they finally understood, Ning Bishu smiled slightly and said slowly, "President Zhang, sometimes, when a shot is fired, the bullet may not be aimed at the direction the muzzle is pointing."

"You only see me performing monkey shows online and walking zombies around offline, but how come you never thought that there could be a monkey show in the world that could go to such an outrageous level?"

Ning Bishu then pulled out a blue-and-white intelligence report and handed it to Zhang Junjun. “The Ning Guomou mentioned here is my third uncle, Ning Guorong. The other Ning Moumou is me. Originally, I was supposed to play the role of Song Xianxian, and my third uncle was supposed to play the role I am in now.”

“I don’t know about this matter, or when these people started planning it. But when I found out about it, they were planning to make me suffer injustice for a while. My third uncle’s idea was that since I caused this, I should take responsibility. But I wouldn’t agree. At the time, I was planning to earn tens of millions in about ten days. Why would I want to go to jail for a wrongful conviction? So I persuaded the people in charge and said, I can help you think of a way to make this matter even bigger.”

"Then what……"

Ning Bishu smiled, "You saw it a few days ago: the fairy zombie wreaked havoc at the execution ground, and the unscrupulous nouveau riche bribed the officials..."

Ning Bishu pointed to himself and asked, "Is it lively?"

A glint flashed in Zhang Junjun's eyes: "Are you really not afraid of dying by getting involved yourself?"

Ning Bishu said, "How could that be? The target isn't me. I'm just gambling on whether I win or lose. And the odds of winning are extremely high, so why not take a gamble?"

Zhang Junjun asked, "Then what did you win? I don't see it. What do you have to do with the people on this list?"

“Sigh…” Ning Bishu laughed, “President Zhang, you see, you always focus on the surface of things, on what we want you to see. Just like my fans, if one minute everyone says I’m a rapist, then everyone starts saying I’m a rapist.”

One minute someone says I'm manipulating the stock market and the judiciary, and everyone jumps out saying the country is doomed, and they righteously declare they'll shoot me for fifteen minutes before we talk.

Then the online sentiment shifted slightly. I found a few people to tell the story of my third uncle and his rival, and then I posted the video of the zombie fairy. Oh, the sentiment changed again. We didn't even need to teach them; that group of people started to hype themselves up, saying things like, "This is what high-end business warfare is like," or "This is what real-world business warfare is like," and "Poor Ning Bishu, being entangled with this kind of zombie..."

"Mr. Zhang, are these things you mentioned directly related to the final result?"

"no?"

Zhang Junjun retorted, "What does that have to do with you?"

Ning Bishu shook his head slightly and smiled, "Mr. Zhang, I'm just an ordinary citizen, weak and powerless. Apart from having a few coins in my pocket to show off to netizens, I really have nothing and am nothing."

"However, although I am nothing, I have contributed to this matter. Heaven and earth know about my contribution, and at least thirty to fifty people in X Prefecture should know about it now."

"Mr. Zhang, look at this list of appointments and dismissals. It's four pages long, with 86 people. Do you think this is just a job transfer for 86 people? No, Mr. Zhang. This directly changed the fate of 86 people, and indirectly changed countless others."

"I wouldn't say that all these people owe me a favor, but if I want to ask them for help, even if this one doesn't help, that one will."

When Ning Bishu finished speaking, Zhang Junjun's expression clearly changed.

“Mr. Zhang, a whale fall can bring life to many things. Whale falls are a very rare natural phenomenon. To create this effect in an artificial environment, perfect coordination is required at every crucial point.”

"Although I'm nothing special, the course of history has just come to pass, so I can only go with the flow. I'll barely manage to play the role of an assistant screenwriter here."

"Everything you see with your own eyes this time, I can proudly say, is exactly what I designed and expected to achieve. I myself even played a leading role in one of the storylines."

"But in the other unspeakable storylines, in places you can't see, those people and things do exist. It's just that someone doesn't want you to see them."

"Those who are just watching the show, just focus on the business battles, and maybe catch up on the espionage case. If everyone thinks they've got the truth, then congratulations to everyone for being so insightful and perceptive."

So you're asking me what I've gained?

"I think I've gained the opportunity to collaborate remotely with people on other lines. Before, I had no contact with them at all, but now I can stay in close contact with everyone at any time."

"I didn't really gain anything substantial."

"However, Mr. Zhang, after this incident, I should have gained the support of 900 million people in X State, and at least the assistance I will receive from them for the next twenty years."

After Ning Bishu finished speaking, Zhang Junjun remained silent.

Hou Yonghong remained silent.

Everyone here is a pimp.

It's not an exaggeration to say that Ning Bishu's facelifting skills are excellent.

A doctoral supervisor!

Mu Shanming's eyes lit up, and he looked at Ning Bishu with such affection that he almost melted.

Ning Bishu noticed her gaze and gently took her hand.

Then he continued to say to Zhang Junjun, "Mr. Zhang, from any perspective, there is no comparison between Lü Xueqian and me. Since you say this matter cannot be discussed, I respect your decision. Today is the last time; I will not pursue either choice further."

“She’s been quite busy lately, so I don’t plan to continue suing Mr. Lü. As for Mr. Lü, I don’t care. If he wants to continue the lawsuit, then let him continue, until he can’t fight anymore.”

Zhang Junjun turned to look at Hou Yonghong.

Hou Yonghong looked at Ning Bishu.

After thinking for a moment, she picked up her phone and dialed the number with a fierce look on her face.

In less than 20 minutes, Lü Xueqian hurriedly entered the small courtyard room of the teahouse.

"Ning Bishu?"

When Lü Xueqian saw the four people in the small room, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

Hou Yonghong didn't hesitate at all. She beckoned Lü Xueqian forward and said, "Lawyer Lü, Qianming Consulting has a registered capital of 100 million yuan. You own 30% of the shares. I'll give you 60 yuan to buy them out. What do you think?"

Lu Xueqian's expression suddenly changed.

Just then, his phone rang.

Upon seeing Guo Chen's name, Lü Xueqian quickly apologized to Hou Yonghong and then went to the side to answer the call.

On the other end of the phone, Guo Chen cried out, "President Lü, please save me! Please save me! My stocks have plummeted to half their value, and I owe Brother Gou 30 yuan. Can you...?"

"No!" Lü Xueqian angrily hung up.

It was this idiot who attracted Ning Bishu here!
If he hadn't insisted on arguing with Ning Bishu on Weibo, would I have been able to transfer my shares?

Fuck you!

He walked back to Zhang Junjun and his wife with a dark expression.

Given the situation, he clearly had no choice but to sell.

"Mr. Hou, please give us more, 60 is really too little..."

Ning Bishu smiled and said, "I will add another 60 on behalf of President Zhang and President Hou."

His tone was so relaxed, as if he were talking about 60 yuan.

Lü Xueqian's eyelids twitched.

After a two-second silence, extremely unwilling but helpless, he uttered two words: "Okay!"

……

(End of this chapter)