Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 42 Celestial Master, can my wish be granted? Yes, you'll spend ten years in jail!

Tangtang suddenly stood up.

His hands were trembling, but his movements were extremely fast.

She hastily threw on a coat, without even removing her makeup from last night; her mascara was smeared into two black blobs, and her lipstick was smeared on her chin.

He grabbed his bag and rushed towards the door.

Open the door.

The lights in the corridor were a blindingly white.

She stumbled and ran towards the elevator, wearing the hotel's disposable slippers.

I pressed the elevator button.

I waited for three seconds.

The elevator didn't come.

She pressed it again.

Two times.

Three times.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry—"

She muttered to herself unconsciously, her fingers clicking the buttons repeatedly.

"bite"

The elevator has arrived.

The door opened.

Tangtang lifted her foot, about to step inside—

Her feet stopped in mid-air.

Inside the elevator.

There were four people standing there.

Two men and two women.

Wearing a dark-colored uniform coat.

They wore identical ID clips on their chests.

The man in the lead was in his thirties and had a blank expression.

He was holding a document in his hand.

"Tang Tiantian?"

The sound wasn't loud.

But every word is like a nail.

Tangtang pulled her foot back.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

The man flashed his ID card holder.

Tangtang couldn't see what was written on it.

Her vision was already blurred.

"Please come with us."

"There are some accounting issues that require your cooperation in verifying."

The tone was very polite.

It could even be described as mild.

But that gentleness—

The gentleness that Qin Du showed yesterday when he said, "First, see if your life is tough enough," is the same kind of gentleness.

It cannot be refused.

Tangtang's legs were trembling.

Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something.

I want to say, "I need to call my lawyer."

I wanted to say, "You can't do this."

I want to say, "I am a public figure."

But ultimately—

She didn't say anything.

Because she suddenly remembered a scene.

Yesterday afternoon.

Inside the main hall of Qingyun Temple.

The young man in the old Taoist robe sat in the armchair.

She asked him, "Master, do you think my wish can be granted?"

He said one word.

"able."

At the time, she thought it was a simple, perfunctory answer.

Now she understands that it wasn't just a perfunctory response.

That was a verdict.

Tangtang was taken into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed.

The stark white light reflected distorted spots of light onto the stainless steel interior walls.

Her reflection was cast on the gleaming metal surface.

With disheveled hair.

Makeup ruined.

His eyes were vacant.

Like someone who has just been dragged out of a nightmare, only to find that reality is even more terrifying than the nightmare.

The elevator began to descend.

From the 28th floor.

Layer by layer.

down.

down.

down.

Two dark-colored minivans were parked at the entrance.

There was no flash.

.

There were no onlookers.

The hotel lobby was almost empty at 7 p.m.

Tangtang was invited into the car.

The car door closed very quietly.

"Bang."

It's like a book being closed.

The last page.

Tangtang's case is progressing faster than anyone expected.

How fast?

Starting from the morning she was taken away /

On the third day, all her social media accounts were permanently banned by the platform for "violating the community guidelines." Sixteen million followers vanished overnight.

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On the fifth day, the seventeen brands she endorsed released almost identical statements on the same morning: "Given that the artist is suspected of serious illegal activities, all cooperative relationships are terminated effective immediately, and we reserve the right to pursue legal responsibility."

Seventeen statements.

the same day.

On the same morning.

It was as if they had planned it together.

—Actually, it was already agreed upon.

There's a group in the brand PR circle with over thirty PR directors. As soon as the news broke, the group reached a consensus in less than twenty minutes: unified timing, unified messaging, and unified segmentation.

This is the efficiency of capital.

When I adore you, I wish I could carve your name on the moon.

When I step on you, I'm afraid I'm not running fast enough.

On the tenth day, her assistant, agent, and company legal counsel were successively summoned for questioning.

The financial hole is too big.

A difference of several hundred million is not something one person can handle.

There are people involved in every link of the entire chain.

None of them will escape.

On the fifteenth day, the pink-haired photographer she once adored posted a 20,000-word article on social media.

Title: "Everything I Witnessed Firsthand During My Three Years Working with Tangtang's Team".

The content is extremely detailed.

From how she directed her online army to launch targeted attacks on competitors, to how she used dual contracts to siphon money from brands into her own pocket.

From her warm greetings to her fans during her live streams, to her subsequent insults calling them "leeks" and "idiots," to how she managed to have all of a new blogger's promotions withdrawn with just one phone call—

No matter how small the matter.

The time, place, and dialogue are all written down clearly.

Like a witness statement.

This long article garnered over 200 million views within 24 hours.

Because everyone who finishes watching it has only one feeling—

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out that those "coincidences" were not coincidences at all.

It turns out that those bloggers who were "unlucky" weren't actually unlucky.

It turns out this industry is full of...

It was much deeper and dirtier than I had imagined.

A month later.

The verdict has been delivered.

Although the court hearing was not broadcast live online, the judgment was quickly reprinted in full on various legal forums.

Tang Tiantian.

Multiple offenses will be punished concurrently.

Everyone only knows one number.

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ten years.

ten years.

There are also fines.

A number that makes everyone take a deep breath.

That amount of money is enough to buy twenty houses in downtown Yunzhou.

Of course, she most likely won't be able to come up with that money.

Because all of her assets had already been frozen during the investigation.

That white Mercedes-Benz V-Class minivan.

Those designer clothes and limited edition bags.

That diamond-encrusted Zippo lighter.

None of it belongs to her anymore.

The only thing she brought in was a gray, unbranded uniform that had been issued to her.

Meals and accommodation included.

Just like Zhang Lei.

But the most interesting part of Tangtang's story doesn't involve her personally.

And her fans.

Sixteen million.

This number was Tangtang's proudest asset during her most glorious period.

"I have 16 million family members."

She said it countless times in her live streams.

Every time he spoke, his eyes shone with a sincere and grateful light.

This light is fake.

But the fans believed it.

Not only did he believe her, but he also fought bravely for her.

Two years ago, Tangtang casually remarked during a live stream, "That Lu Han is trying to ride my coattails."

In less than four hours, hundreds of thousands of fans flooded into Xiao Lu's comment section.

Insult her.

Insult her.

Threaten her.

They doxxed her school address and family information.

Photocopy her portrait for her funeral.

Comment "Go to hell" under every single one of her videos.

It lasted for a full seven days.

Until Xiaolu deleted all her accounts.

Then he was admitted to the hospital.

A new scar appeared on my wrist.

Tangtang's fans are not unaware of these things.

They know.

But they didn't care.

Because in their world, the "older sister" is perfect.

The older sister was wronged.

Whatever my "older sister" says is right.

Those who question "Sister" are all "haters".

This logic persisted for two whole years.

Until that night.

The chat logs were made public.

Black and white on white paper.

The screenshot is clear.

"Fifty thousand yuan, get that account called 'Little Deer' deleted within seven days."

"What do I care? It's her own fault for having a bad mentality."

These words were not made up by someone else.

It was not generated by AI.

It's not taken out of context.

It was dug out verbatim from Tangtang's own phone and her own chat history.

Ironclad evidence.