I, the public enemy

The next day.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Wang Qing finished washing up on the balcony of his low-rent apartment.

Rather than a balcony, the window overlooked a large building with less than two meters between them, completely blocking Wang Qing's view.

Last night I wanted to order refining materials online, but I encountered a problem. Good metal materials are controlled by the Cangzhou state government and require official authorization documents to purchase.

Ordinary people or weapon-refining enthusiasts can only buy very basic materials.

The spiritual veins within the high school, the high school body-refining injections, the high school spiritual energy tablets, and the various cultivation courses online—none of these things had any effect on Wang Qing, and there was no need for him to buy them.

I have 3.5 million yuan on me now, but I can't even spend it all.

But Wang Qing also found a way in: there was a "sword-forging club" in Gray Core City, a circle of rich second-generation kids, so he could only go to the club to hang out.

Clubs can get the necessary qualifications, while many small and medium-sized enterprises can't.

"That's weird."

Wang Qing happened to come across a short video that bordered on suggestive, showing off the second bedroom without shaving armpit hair. There weren't many comments yet, so he immediately replied, "I'm not shaving, you know."

My phone immediately started ringing incessantly, flooded with likes.

Through a month of research into the popular culture of the makeshift hospitals, it was found that people's thinking was controlled, and their cognition did not revolve around knowledge, but rather around the entertainment interlayer trapped by knowledge.

Different combat forces need to be selected for different battlefields. The underworld needs crazy and ruthless desperados, while the system needs tactful and skillful people who know how to choose sides.

The most combative force in the public opinion arena are clearly these young people with heavy internet addiction.

Through experimentation, Wang Qing has figured out in what form he will attack on the Internet.

【What am I supposed to do with this? I jumped.】

Why is the ground rising so rapidly?

Is this the overflowing happiness that others are basking in?

Wang Qing uses these kinds of emojis to quickly get the first comment in videos of loving couples, and he gets tons of likes every time. It works every time.

The old methods used by the cultivation world are no longer effective. Creating the image of a powerful and influential figure who can shake the heavens and capture dragons is not applicable at present, and we are far from reaching that stage.

After taking control of Mercury Heavy Industries, in order to gain support in the public sphere, he will launch an attack in the form of Ao-nan.

"Um."

Wang Qing was speechless; he couldn't believe he had come to this conclusion, but it was the right path.

Wang Qing placed the puppy plush toy he had won from the claw machine yesterday on his computer desk. He had disconnected the internet and was running the computer offline because he needed to edit a PDF document of a cultivation technique.

Wang Qing spent some time tinkering yesterday, but he didn't manage to edit the cultivation technique. He only learned how to use PDF and incidentally learned video editing in Premiere Pro.

Thinking of this, I almost forgot about Mewtwo's helmet. The magical organization is like an underground party in the makeshift hospital, making it very difficult to contact them. Black Mewtwo is one of the few ways to make contact.

Send a message to Yuan Jingang.

[USER: Get me a pair of black sunglasses and a Dream helmet, and also find out where I can buy a complete set of game cartridges.]

Wang Qing's account for handling matters in the underworld is the default ID, and his profile picture is also the default image: a simple gray silhouette of his upper body.

Yuan Jingang and his group had their parts replaced at Mo Zhenxiong's clinic last night. Because they were doing extremely dangerous work, they were under a lot of pressure. As late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, they could go ten days or half a month without sleep.

He's still hanging out in bars to relieve stress.

Upon seeing the message from Wang Qing, he dared not delay.

[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze: The helmet isn't a problem; just buy a new one, and Mo Zhenxiong can crack it. But the cassette tape is very difficult. The crackdown has been intense for decades, making it hard for individuals to buy. You can only experience it in gang-controlled studios; they are not for sale.]

[USER: Where is the studio?]

Wang Qing thought it made perfect sense. People in this industry must be extremely careful, not only to guard against the police but also against evil forces. Only in this way can the safety of the supply chain be strictly controlled and no slippery slopes should appear.

For cassette tape makers, in this market environment, studios are the biggest customers. They sell in bulk and are highly secure. Individuals' offers are not enough and may even implicate the production company.

Under such rules, middlemen will also be physically destroyed by those with vested interests.

Ultimately, it all comes down to interests. Wealthy people can contact the manufacturer for private customization or buy cassette tapes at high prices.

Different positions on the power chain require adherence to different rules.

It can only be said that this rule is the mainstream rule of the large market.

[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze: Very discreet, messages are unclear, and there's no location information. I don't know the exact location either, I haven't looked into it. Ali can be found; he used to be a male porn star and knows some people in the industry quite well.]

[USER: Male actor?]

[Mingyue Qingfeng: That's the actor from Black Sunglasses Dream, who's acted in a few erotic films. Brother Qing, are you going today?]

[USER: Not today, but I'll try to go in the next few days.]

[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze: Okay, I'll have Mo Zhenxiong get a helmet first. As for the cartridge, I'll have Ali lead the way.]

Wang Qing put down his phone.

The male actors are alright, but the makeshift hospital is still challenging the worldview of those in the old cultivation world.

Ali is really something. He's also the youngest in the gang, around twenty-nine years old.

Yesterday his tongue was cut out, and he stopped him from killing Xiao Su. He's been under a lot of pressure lately, so he deserves a reward for his good work.

I have nowhere to spend the money I have for the time being.

[USER: [Transfer 300000] This is a donation for Ali to get a slightly higher-end prosthetic body. The helmet should be of a higher specification. I will reimburse you once it's completed.]

There was no reply from Yuan Jingang for half a minute.

Only then will the transfer be accepted.

I hesitated for a while before replying.

[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze: Ali, thank you very much. I'll get the helmet and cartridge sorted out.]

Wang Qing did not reply.

Yuan Gao High School has always strictly controlled his attendance. Although he is going to visit Mercury Heavy Industries today and does not need to attend morning self-study, he still has to go to school early at six o'clock to report.

I put on my backpack and went out.

Because it was a low-rent housing complex, there was no such thing as property management. Each floor housed dozens of residents, including families on the verge of bankruptcy, local thugs, and miserable high school students like Wang Qing.

The monthly rent is 800 yuan, and this is the kind of community you can only enjoy. The common areas are dirty and messy, and the elevators are coin-operated, so you have to scan five yuan every time you go up or down the stairs.

Every morning when Wang Qing takes the elevator downstairs, the same middle-aged office worker follows him in, trying to save on the cost of the elevator coin.

Wang Qing was used to it and didn't care, and never spoke a word to him.

The office worker would just smile awkwardly each time. It was true that he was trying to take advantage of others, but only this young man would not be offended by his contemptuous looks or speak rudely. He could find the last bit of dignity he had left here.

After leaving the garbage-strewn community.

Because we're going to visit Mercury Heavy Industries today, students can't wear their regular clothes; they have to wear the uniforms of Yuangao High School. We need to maintain a good image for the school.

Wang Qing finally stopped wearing a tacky all-black suit. He layered a khaki V-neck knit cardigan over a white shirt, paired with dark brown straight-leg pants. He wasn't strict about shoes and still wore sneakers.

Because his physical body is now comparable to the late stage of Qi Refining, and his muscles are well-developed, his size is a bit larger than his original size. These pants seriously affect his movement and feel very tight.

Having abandoned the plan to ride shared bikes, I opted for the long-awaited urban light rail transit, which is now the mainstream mode of transportation in Gray Core City.

The city of eternal night, shrouded in black mist year-round.

The ghosts of the city, swept along by the crowd, nameless and expressionless.

Souls, squeezed into thin shadows, clung to the car window, rushing past the gloomy buildings, reflecting countless faces that seemed to be either happy or dejected, bathed in light.

Wang Qing gazed at his reflection in the train window.

Heavenly Council, Giant Enterprises, United Front, New East China Sea, Fangcang Shelter.

In this grand sacrifice, all beings are offerings stripped of their outer shells. Who is right and who is wrong, who is true and who is false, and who is secretly coveting this boundless despair?

Myself,

They've already entered the game.