He fiercely criticized the Manchu scholar clique and the twelve emperors of the Qing Dynasty.

Sunlight streamed through the dormitory's glass windows, casting a regular patch of light on the floor. Zhao Shuyao sat in front of his computer, scrolling the mouse wheel slowly.

The screen displays the webpage of the National Enterprise Credit Information Publicity System.

The search bar contained the superstar's real name.

At the bottom of the page, there were more than a dozen related companies listed in a dense row. Zhao Shuyao’s eyes lingered on several of the entries whose names contained the words “cultural media” and “film and television studio”.

He clicked on the details page of one of them, and his eyes quickly locked onto the "Registration Address" field.

Horgos, Xinjiang.

Zhao Shuyao leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands behind his head.

In early 2016, a very special time, the entertainment industry was experiencing its most frenzied and unbridled period of growth. Registering shell studios in specific tax-free zones was the most tacitly understood tax avoidance method in the industry.

It's legal, but unreasonable.

As for those hidden under-the-table contracts and the real accounts of tax evasion, they naturally cannot be found in the publicly available online system.

"There's no cat in the world that doesn't steal fish." Zhao Shuyao chuckled as he looked at the registered capital and change records on the screen.

A person who can casually use "one-tenth of her wealth" to measure the right to speak in front of dozens of media outlets has an extreme desire for money and arrogance ingrained in her bones.

People who value profit more than life itself would never honestly hand over tens of millions of dollars in taxes proportionally.

Every fox eventually shows its tail; it's just a matter of time.

Zhao Shuyao moved the mouse to the red cross in the upper right corner and closed the page.

Releasing this scrap of information now will not cause any real harm; on the contrary, it will alert the other party's public relations team in advance.

Since the other party wants to use money and social class to launch a devastating attack, then he must prepare a heavy enough hammer to deliver a solid blow to the most vulnerable link in this frenzied chain of interests.

As for now.

Let her enjoy that so-called "Queen of Pop" a bit on the trending topics first.

Zhao Shuyao switched back to the desktop, preparing to continue revising the graduation thesis, which had already gone through three revisions.

The next morning, I returned to my dorm to continue revising. I had just typed two words when my phone, which was next to the keyboard, suddenly started vibrating violently. The screen lit up and the caller ID showed: Counselor Zhang.

Zhao Shuyao raised an eyebrow slightly.

Since the Yan Chongnian incident went viral online, and the college withdrew the quota for him to stay at the school, which he then publicly refused, this counselor, who had always been caught in the middle between school leaders and students, has rarely contacted him proactively.

Pick up your phone and swipe to answer.

"Good morning, Director Zhang." Zhao Shuyao's tone was gentle and relaxed.

"Zhao Shuyao, where are you now?" Director Zhang's voice came through the receiver, speaking very quickly with obvious rapid breathing, as if he had just run 800 meters.

"Revising my thesis in the dorm? What's up, Director Zhang? Judging from the noise you're making, our school is trending again?" Zhao Shuyao held his phone a little further away and teased with a smile.

"This is even worse than trending on social media!" Director Zhang swallowed hard. "I'm asking you, did you give an exclusive interview to CCTV News Channel?"

"Yes," Zhao Shuyao readily admitted, "It happened a couple of days ago."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

"Are you crazy?!" Director Zhang's voice rose instantly, even trembling slightly. "Such a big thing, why didn't you report it to the school beforehand? How could you not let out a single word?!"

Zhao Shuyao leaned back in his chair and sat up straight: "Director Zhang, I thought they would talk to the school, so I figured I didn't need to talk to the department."

"You call this a normal media interview?" Director Zhang was stamping his feet anxiously on the other end of the phone. "That's high-level media! It's official media with an asterisk! Do you know that since the interview came out this morning, our dean's office phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from every department!"

Zhao Shuyao listened quietly, his brain processing the information quickly.

The management of the University of Tokyo is currently in an extremely passive position.

In the last live broadcast incident, Zhao Shuyao used the argument of class antagonism to thoroughly humiliate Assistant Li of the Dean's Office, forcing school leaders to personally step in and set the tone. In the eyes of the school, Zhao Shuyao is now a highly destructive and uncontrollable variable.

Now, this variable has not only not been contained, but has also made its way onto the most authoritative media platform. The school administration's first reaction is definitely not pride, but panic.

They didn't know what Zhao Shuyao said in front of the camera. If it involved school management issues again, it would be like directly humiliating Dongda University in front of a national audience.

"The school was indeed unaware of this." Zhao Shuyao's tone remained calm. "I thought reporter Lin would communicate with the school through official channels. This is my fault; I didn't follow up properly."

That statement gave them a good way out.

Director Zhang sighed, his anxiety turning into deep helplessness: "It's too late to say all this now. What era are we living in? When big media outlets come down to interview a student, they don't even need to go through the school's external liaison procedures. Aren't you busy right now?"

"I'm revising my thesis."

"Don't change it yet!" Director Zhang quickly interrupted. "Get ready right now and come to the Dean's office. The Dean and two leaders from the Academic Affairs Office are waiting for you."

Director Zhang lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of admonition: "Shuyao, no matter what you said in the interview, when you meet the leaders later, be sure to maintain a proper attitude. The school is doing this for the greater good, afraid that you might say something you shouldn't and bring negative consequences to the school. Do you understand?"

Zhao Shuyao's smile deepened; it was all too familiar.

"I understand." Zhao Shuyao showed no displeasure. "If I were the dean, I would probably have even found the blood pressure medication by now. Director Zhang, don't worry, I know the rules. I'll change my clothes and arrive in about half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Shuyao placed it on the table.

Half an hour is enough.

I opened the drawer, but instead of changing my clothes, I opened my browser and typed in *TV News Network.

The full version of the interview should already be online. Before meeting those anxious school leaders, he must personally check the final product.

The page redirects to the homepage, where the most prominent image is a still frame of him being interviewed in a coffee shop that day.

The title is steady and powerful: "Looking at the historical perspectives of young people through the internet craze: An interview with history blogger Zhao Shuyao".

Zhao Shuyao clicked play.

There was no lengthy intro; the interview footage was cut straight to the screen.

On the screen, I was wearing a clean white shirt, sitting in the shadow cast by sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, in an extremely relaxed posture.

"Wow, the young man is indeed quite handsome." Zhao Shuyao stroked his chin, stared at himself on the screen, and let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Under the incredibly realistic camerawork of CCTV, without soft lighting or filters, his facial features remained defined, and his eyes were clear and sharp, conveying a sense of all-knowing insight. Among the many internet celebrities today who rely on K-pop makeup, this is truly a breath of fresh air. (Only a sect leader or male lead could withstand this level of camera scrutiny!)

He could even picture the female viewers covering their mouths in front of their screens. (I feel a little better than the handsome readers in front of the screen, though of course, all of you readers are handsome too.)

After his narcissistic outburst, Zhao Shuyao composed himself and began to examine the content of the program.

The progress bar slowly moves forward.

Lin Jing's clear and professional voice rang out off-screen, discussing the responsibilities of contemporary young people, the trap of consumerist anxiety, and the historical tone of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Zhao Shuyao listened to his own answer.

"A true sense of fulfillment comes from the most authentic leaps in life at the bottom."

"What the Manchu Qing dynasty brought to Chinese civilization was a complete castration of cultural confidence."

These extremely sharp and even highly subversive remarks were all preserved without missing a single second.

A hint of admiration flashed in Zhao Shuyao's eyes. The directors of the national television station were indeed bold. They did not cut out those sharp words for the sake of the so-called "doctrine of the mean." Instead, through Lin Jing's extremely restrained guidance, they thoroughly solidified the logical basis of these words.

As the program drew to a close.

On the screen, Zhao Shuyao uttered that conclusion about the ultimate goal.

"Our goal is not only to return to the glory of the Han and Tang dynasties, but also to uphold the ultimate belief of the great unity of the people of the world."

The scene freezes on this extremely grand theme, ending with Lin Jing's magnetic narration.

The progress bar is complete.

Zhao Shuyao leaned back in his gaming chair and slowly exhaled.

无可挑剔。

This interview did not deliberately try to evoke emotions, nor did it stand on a moral high ground to deliver dry lectures. Instead, it cleverly stitched a grand historical narrative into his personal popular science writing in a way that was most down-to-earth and in line with the thinking logic of modern young people.

This is not merely an affirmation of him personally; it is the official voice using him to launch a highly serious and targeted crackdown on the current trend of historical nihilism and consumerism on the internet.

Zhao Shuyao picked up his phone, opened his contacts, found Lin Jing's number, and quickly typed on the keyboard.

"Good afternoon, Reporter Lin. I have seen the final version of the interview, and the content is excellent. Thank you for your professionalism, both in terms of the depth of the questions and the pacing of the editing. I look forward to meeting you again, Zhao Shuyao."

Click send.

Lin Jing's reply popped up less than ten seconds after the message was sent.

"You're too kind, Zhao. Your content itself is powerful enough. The station's leaders were very satisfied with this episode, and the ratings curve was excellent. Keep up the good work, Zhao. You have a long road ahead of you, keep it up!"

Upon seeing this reply, Zhao Shuyao turned off the screen.

With this official stance, I've essentially donned a bulletproof vest in this public opinion arena. As for that diva who's still jumping up and down flaunting her wealth, and that public intellectual who's pretending to be dead while fanning himself with a folding fan, their little antics are utterly laughable and insignificant in their presence.