You said you failed your college entrance exam and are now crowdfunding to build a university?

The money is in hand, but building the school is still a long way off. Land, permits, teachers... none of these are insignificant. But the task must be pushed forward.

"Let's not think about the school location for now, but everything else has to be in some shape," Wei Ying muttered, pulling out a piece of white paper and a pencil from the pen holder.

The two or three hundred people in the live stream were completely confused.

"Why did the streamer change careers? From challenges to talent shows?"

"Where are the stockings you promised? My rocket is ready to launch!"

"Hey, the streamer's pen-holding posture is something else, has he practiced it?"

"Nothing to do but still try? How about performing biting a lighter?"

The comments section was buzzing. Wei Ying glanced at it, his pen still in hand, and replied casually, "Weren't we talking about building a university yesterday? New challenge: put together the framework for 'Haichuan University' in thirty days. Let's start by drawing a school emblem."

After saying that, he casually changed the title of the live stream to: [Challenge: Building a university by hand in thirty days].

The pen tip scratches across the paper. Masterful techniques flow from my mind, the lines and shapes are crystal clear.

"Is the streamer serious? Building a university? Do you know how much it costs to build a public toilet?"

"No matter how fancy the school emblem is, where's the land? Who's the principal? It's not you, is it?"

"Let's all go, the streamer has gone mad."

The chat was still flooded with comments, but the number of viewers in the upper right corner of the live stream quietly climbed from 300 to 350, and then jumped to 400.

On the same afternoon, at a police station in southern Sichuan.

A middle-aged man with thinning hair rushed into the reception room, sweating profusely: "Sir! I have a police report! My dad was scammed out of ten thousand dollars!"

The officer on duty, Lao Chen, looked up and said, "Don't rush, sit down and talk."

"My dad is a retired teacher. Yesterday, he received a text message saying they were building something called 'Haichuan University' and were calling for crowdfunding, offering 1,000 yuan per person. My dad... actually went to the bank and transferred 10,000 yuan!"

The man, Wu Bin, was so anxious he kept slapping his thigh. "No matter how I try to persuade him, he won't listen! He insists it's a good thing! Isn't this blatant fraud?"

Old Chen's expression turned strange after hearing this. He took out his phone, opened a text message, and handed it over: "Is this it?"

Wu Bin leaned closer and his eyes widened: "Yes! It's this one! You guys received it too?"

Old Chen and his colleagues exchanged glances and nodded. They hadn't just received any; the department had already received several similar calls today.

"This matter..." Old Chen scratched his head, "is a bit unusual. You should register first, and keep the transfer records and text messages. We need to think about it."

Wu Bin opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Old Chen's brows furrowed into a knot.

Yesterday, everyone in the office, from the floor cleaners to the office workers, had their cell phones ringing.

Everyone gathered around to look, laughing their heads off. They said that scammers these days don't even bother to put any effort into their stories anymore. Building a university? Crowdfunding? What kind of fantasy is that?

The very next day, someone actually came to report the case.

Judging from this, the text message wasn't aimed at their department at all; it's probably a large-scale operation. This... doesn't feel right.

The news spread throughout the country by the afternoon.

"Have you heard? A big case has come in."

"That scam text message about building a university? The tech department investigated, and wow, in this area of ​​southern Sichuan, I bet every single person between the ages of 18 and 60 has one on their phone."

"Are you crazy? Casting the net so wide?"

Everyone sensed something was wrong. This wasn't a minor incident.

Even Deputy Director Zhou Zheng was alarmed and came to oversee the situation personally. He stared at the identical text message on his phone, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Build a university? Crowdfunding?" he muttered to himself, "Who actually believes this nonsense?"

But then I thought, the other party dared to send it out so widely, it's obvious they didn't care about anything else and just wanted to get it out there first.

With a large enough pool of cases, even a blind cat can stumble upon a dead mouse. Right now, only one person has come forward to report it; who knows how many more are lurking beneath the surface?

"Contact the telecommunications company and trace the source. Also, let's get in touch with 'NetJ'; this case might be related to online fundraising." Zhou Zheng rubbed his throbbing temples and began assigning tasks.

The young police officers behind him all looked grim. Their own phones lay in their pockets like evidence, bearing the same fraudulent text message – it felt like being slapped in the face.

Suppressing anger.

About an hour later, the technical department replied.

"Found it. The registered owner of the number is Wei Ying, 26 years old, male. His parents passed away long ago. He became a live streamer after graduating from high school, with zero 20,000 followers. His background is... clean, no criminal record, and his social circle is simple."

The office was silent for a few seconds.

"That's it?" a young officer couldn't help but ask. "Does this resume even match that of a fraud ringleader?"

Zhou Zheng remained silent, his gaze fixed on the file photo. He had a buzz cut, a respectable appearance, and his eyes didn't appear slick.

He'd been doing this for almost thirty years and had a knack for judging people. This Wei Ying, judging solely from appearances, was indeed "clean as a blank sheet of paper."

"One person couldn't send that many text messages; there must be a group behind it," Zhou Zheng pondered. "He might just be a front man."

"Deputy Director, there's a situation." The technician's expression was a bit strange. "He's live-streaming right now."

"live streaming?"

"Hmm, look at this title." The technician turned the screen around.

The webpage zooms in, and a headline jumps into view: [Challenge: Create a "Haichuan University" by hand in thirty days].

The air in the office seemed to freeze for a moment.

Zhou Zheng's eyelids twitched; he instantly matched the live stream title with the scam text message. Building a university, short of money... the exact same excuse!

"It's him!" a police officer whispered. "He's too arrogant! He scammed people out of money and still dares to do a live stream?"

"This is utterly lawless!"

The atmosphere was getting heated. Just then, Wei Ying, who was on the live stream, put down his pen and looked up.

"The emblem of Haichuan University is pretty much like this."

Only then did everyone see the paper in his hand. It was purely hand-drawn, with clean lines and a clever composition; even through the screen, one could sense his considerable skill.

"He's actually drawing the school emblem?" Zhou Zheng stroked his chin, his gaze never leaving the drawing.

The live stream chat became lively at this point.

"Is the streamer done drawing? Can you do something more sensible? Like 'borrow' a pair of stockings from next door?"

"Holy crap! That school badge's got something! Can the streamer sign up? I'll pay two thousand!"

"Two thousand? Who are you trying to embarrass? I'm a designer, this level of work starts at fifty thousand! I'll offer twenty thousand!"

"Wait a minute, you guys have veered off-topic! What happened to the suggestive stuff?"

"Is this painting really that amazing?"

A few self-proclaimed professionals joined the live stream and started inflating the prices. The number of viewers in the live stream unknowingly surpassed 1,000.

"Is it all an act? Those guys bidding are definitely shills." Someone in the office muttered quietly.

Zhou Zheng shook his head: "No way. This design level is genuine; it takes years of practice to achieve." His wife is an art designer, and he's picked up some skills from her. The commenter's asking price of 20,000 isn't outrageous.