A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

Then the comments section went crazy!

Holy crap?!

[50 cents? I was cursing for ages, and someone else got paid?]

[The "Don't Ask Cats" meme is hilarious; even a smear campaign couldn't stop Lao Liu.]

[Entertainment Gossip Uncle, say something!]

[Isn't this the script you just played?]

[Dark Web Media? That's such a disgusting company name!]

Uncle Gossip stared at the projected screen, his lips moving a few times.

"This...this is a forgery! You're violating trade secrets!"

Lu Yuan looked at him: "You admit this is yours?"

The entertainment gossip columnist was speechless on the spot.

The next second, the live stream was cut off.

The right side of the screen went black.

They got away!

He ran away!

[Hahaha, carrying a high-speed train overnight!]

[Uncle Gossip, don't run away! Your 50 cents haven't been settled yet!]

I apologize to Lu Yuan; I was just used as a pawn.

[This smear campaign team should come out and take their punishment!]

The basement of a dark web media outlet.

Cheng Yan stared at the projected screen, his ears filled with the sound of machine fans.

The head of the online trolls stood to the side, his face pale.

"Mr. Cheng, how did the group chat logs end up in his hands?"

Cheng Yan didn't answer; he only had one thought in his mind.

The internal network has been compromised!

Their price lists, order forms, and script libraries were all extracted from their very bones and placed before the eyes of 30 million viewers.

The entertainment industry's black PR business relies on underhanded tactics.

Now the sewer cover has been lifted, and the stench is unbearable!

......

At the same time.

The dressing room at Lin Wanwan's agency.

Lin Wanwan was holding one of Xiao Ju's old spare phones.

An account suddenly appeared in Lu Yuan's live stream.

"[Lin Wanwan] enters the live stream room."

Immediately afterwards, carnival special effects rained down one after another.

ten.

Twenty.

Thirty.

The comments section paused for a moment.

[Lin Wanwan herself?]

Holy crap! The nation's first love is here!

Is she sending gifts to Lu Yuan?

Lu Yuan looked at the screen full of special effects and then calculated the platform's commission.

"Don't bother, it's not worth it."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[Dude, people are taking sides with their real names, and you're worried about the transaction fees?]

[Lu Yuan: The platform's commission is even more ruthless than that of a black PR campaign.]

Lin Wanwan's Weibo account has also been updated.

In a lengthy post of over a thousand words, she described the time, location, and people present at that dinner party that night.

Write about how Boss Wang forced people to drink!

It is written that Lu Yuan did not accept her expensive watch, nor did he ask for any reward from it.

The last paragraph is only a few lines long.

Teacher Lu is not the one who hurt me.

He was the only one who made me leave that table.

If the truth comes at a price, then I'll pay it myself.

The Weibo server is lagging.

The trending topics page won't load.

A few minutes later, the entry reappeared.

#Lin Wanwan speaks out under her real name#

#Lu Yuan saved Lin Wanwan#

#DarkWebMediaBlackPR#

#50Cent Party Trolls#

#Entertainment Gossip Uncle Runs Away#

Public opinion has completely shifted.

In Su Qinghan's studio, the public relations director slammed his chair back.

"pretty!"

Su Qinghan looked at the screen, and her tense shoulders and neck relaxed after many days.

In the live stream, Lu Yuan opened the last document.

A scanned copy of the contract appears in the center of the screen: [Public Opinion Guidance Cooperation Agreement]

Signatory: Dark Web Media, Cheng Yan.

Representative of the client: Ah Kun.

Next, the deposit payment receipt.

Payment account holder: Qiming Cultural Consulting Co., Ltd.

Lu Yuan looked at the camera.

"Thanks to Qiming Culture Consulting, a subsidiary of Star Capital."

"We've generously sponsored this online extravaganza!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the comments section erupted as if someone had flipped the table.

[Star Capital?]

[The company behind Mr. Wang?]

[So it was that CEO Wang from the dinner party who hired smear campaign staff?]

[Qiming Cultural Consulting, check it out!]

Why aren't you calling the police?

Inside a private club.

When Mr. Wang saw the words "Qiming Cultural Consulting," the wine glass in his hand slipped onto the carpet.

Ah Kun couldn't stand up anymore either.

That's not your average PR shell.

That company passed several funding thresholds.

Film and television investment, overseas promotion and distribution, consulting services—it's a convoluted process, and while the books look clean on the surface, there's a lot of mud underneath.

Now that we've been exposed in front of so many people, the police will definitely take notice very soon!

Mr. Wang's voice tightened: "Book the plane tickets."

Ah Kun was stunned: "Where to?"

"Anywhere is fine! Let's get out of here first!"

Mr. Wang kicked the coffee table away.

"Give me your passport! Cash! Let's go now!"

Municipal Bureau Command Center.

On the large screen, the map of companies affiliated with Xingyao Capital is marked in red.

Qiming Cultural Consulting, three shell film and television companies, two financial outsourcing points, and the underground office of Dark Web Media were all apprehended.

Reports continued to come from the hall.

"Economic Investigation Team One is in place."

"Cybersecurity authorities have locked down dark web media servers."

"Control measures have been completed at airports, high-speed rail stations, and highway entrances."

"The area surrounding the club where Wang was located has been sealed off."

Jiang Yan looked at the payment receipt in the live stream and smiled.

This bastard throws clues into the trash can and then reveals evidence of his smear campaign to the entire internet during his live stream.

The knife was handed over so smoothly.

In the city's public security command center, the deputy director picked up a walkie-talkie.

"Close the net."

......

As night fell, police lights flashed across the elevated highway.

Jiang Yan sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, her earpiece filled with message confirmation sounds.

"The Economic Investigation Team 1 has arrived at Xingyao Capital."

"Cybersecurity authorities have located the underground offices of dark web media."

"Control measures at the South Suburb Expressway entrance are complete."

Jiang Yan fastened the holster, her fox-like eyes fixed on the dark path ahead.

Meanwhile, Lu Yuan's live stream still had over 30 million viewers.

In the shared bikes, cat treats and trash bags are sold out!

The comments section was still flooded with messages.

[I just finished denouncing a smear campaign by a PR firm, and I still didn't get a trash bag!]

[Teacher Lu, is President Wang really going to be arrested?]

Don't ask, it's all about criminal law.

Lu Yuan glanced at the backend inventory and then picked up Lao Liu with satisfaction.

"Remember to pick up your packages on time."

He paused, then added, "Go to sleep early."

Then, press the stop play button.

The live stream screen went black.

The comments flooded the black screen like snowflakes.

[Keep your achievements hidden!]

He wouldn't even glance at President Wang!

[Sixth Brother, make sure your dad posts more links!]

The old residential area in the south of the city has become quiet again.

Lu Yuan slammed his phone down on the coffee table and looked down at Lao Liu.

"Your endorsement fee is very high tonight."

The sixth brother raised his paw and slapped him.

"Don't rush, there's a settlement period."

……

The basement of a dark web media outlet.

Cheng Yan has lost all his former dignity.

The price list, the group control backend, and the complaint were all displayed by Lu Yuan in front of 30 million viewers.

This is an ancestral grave that was dug up overnight, and 30 million people were brought to visit it!

"Smash it! Smash it all!"

Cheng Yan grabbed the hammer and swung it at the main control cabinet.

The hard drive enclosure was smashed open, and fragments flew onto the desktop.

The technical supervisor squatted down beside him, his hands shaking so badly he couldn't insert the data destroyer.

"Mr. Cheng, it's too late. There are still three backups on the internal network..."

"Unplug the power!"

"Unplugging it didn't work, log—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The basement iron door was forced open with a hydraulic door breaker.

Bang! The door slammed against the wall.