I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

Within ten minutes of the recording being sent out, the hotline of the provincial capital's evening newspaper was overwhelmed with calls.

The first group to be affected was the Kang Sheng patient support group.

Many people have taken the life-saving medicine delivered by Lin's Pharmaceutical Line and have seen patients queuing up to pick up their medicines at the old Kang Sheng factory.

Some people took photos of their medical records, some posted their follow-up reports online, and some patients' family members even went to the entrance of the provincial capital's evening newspaper building to block the door.

In the morning, they were still criticizing several local accounts related to Lin's Pharmaceutical Factory, but in the afternoon they started deleting posts.

If you can't delete them, just turn off the comments.

The screenshots have already been circulated.

The materials released by Xia Xue included not only recordings, but also bank account statements of three family members.

One million.

Three strokes.

The timeframe is entirely before the first edition is sent to print.

The payment company and Tiankang and Wangjia Medical went through two layers of intermediaries, but Lin Fu made the equity diagram into a table.

Who pays the money, who submits the manuscript, and who issues the lab reports—the lines are laid out before everyone.

The door to the medical news department of the provincial capital's evening newspaper building was being banged on.

A dozen or so patients' family members were blocking the corridor.

They are not from the Lin family.

Some people's fathers survived the critical period thanks to Lin's pharmaceutical thread, some people's children used free medicine kits from the old Kang Sheng factory, and some people queued for three days to get a box of trial medicine.

A man slammed a newspaper against the glass door.

"Zhou Qiming, come out here! My mother survived after taking the Lin family's medicine. You've taken money to spread rumors; who do you think you are?"

In the editor-in-chief's office, Zhou Qiming locked the door from the inside, and the phone on the desk rang one after another.

He took one of them and kept the fire burning.

"Chairman Shen, what's the deal with the online recording? Didn't you say that arrangements had been made for those family members?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't show up, only leaving a message.

"Stay calm. The report was issued in accordance with the association's risk warning; the evening paper merely reprinted public concerns. Don't speak recklessly."

Zhou Qiming's forehead was covered in sweat.

"There are dozens of people blocking the way outside, how can I stay calm?"

"The Lin family's entry into the media building constitutes an attack on a news organization. Call the police."

The phone hangs up.

Zhou Qiming then called the legal department, but no one answered.

He got up and went to the computer, preparing to delete the front page layout records and the emails containing the source of the articles.

The screen had just turned on when the mouse stopped moving. A message popped up on the computer: "Data has been backed up."

Lin Fu sat in the command center at Buckingham Palace and switched the computer screen to the large screen.

"Grandpa, Zhou Qiming wants to delete the source material. We're too late. We've already got the original emails, scanned copies of the lab reports, the association's reminder letter, and the list of contacts for Wang's Hospital."

Lin Ting sat at the table, holding several photocopies of lab reports in his hand.

"Have you finished reviewing the patient information?"

Lin Fu nodded.

"The first patient had been registered at Wangjia Hospital three years ago and had stage four chronic kidney disease. The second patient did not purchase Lin's medications during his hospitalization. The third is even more outrageous; he was working in another province, and the photos of his hospital bed were staged photos of an empty bed at Wangjia Hospital."

Xia Xue took out another document.

"The expert mentioned in the front-page article is an advisor to Tiankang Group and a director of the provincial pharmaceutical association. Last year, he received 260,000 yuan in lecture fees from the Wang family's medical practice."

Lin Ting stood up.

"Go to the evening paper."

Thirty black SUVs drove out of Buckingham Palace and headed straight for the Provincial Evening News Building.

When the car arrived downstairs, the entrance was already crowded with people.

Some people held up medical records, some held up medicine boxes, and some tore the rumor-mongering front page in half and threw it on the steps.

The evening newspaper's security guards stood in a row, using retractable barriers to stop people.

Lin Fei got out of the car and walked up to the security captain.

"Lin's Pharmaceutical Factory, look for Zhou Qiming."

The security captain braced himself.

"This is a news organization; outsiders are not allowed in."

Lin Fei patted the market supervision on-site inspection notice, lawyer's letter, police report receipt, and evidence list on his chest.

"Then let Zhou Qiming come out."

The security captain tried to block him, but Lin Fei raised his hand, pressed down on the retractable barrier, and pushed it aside.

The railing and its base slid off together, clearing a path for the security team.

Lin Ting walked through the crowd, and the family members of the patients blocking the door automatically made way. An old lady raised the medicine box in her hand.

"Grandpa Lin, my old man has taken your medicine and can get out of bed now. Don't be afraid, we'll be your witnesses."

Lin Ting paused for a moment.

"Give the medical records to Lin Fu, and the Lin family will hire a lawyer for you."

The old lady nodded and hugged the medicine box back to her arms.

At the entrance to the editor-in-chief's office, several deputy editors-in-chief and legal counsel from the evening newspaper were blocking the way.

"Mr. Lin, if there are any disputes regarding the report, you can follow the normal procedures."

Lin Ting looked at him.

"The normal procedure is for me to find the source of the counterfeiting."

"From inside the door," Zhou Qiming called out.

"If you go any further, I'll call the police!"

Lin Fei kicked open the office door.

The door slammed against the wall, and Zhou Qiming's phone fell to the ground.

He tried to retreat behind the desk, but Lin Fei had already walked over and pressed him back into the chair.

Lin Fu spread a stack of materials on the table.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhou, the lab report number was temporarily generated on the Wang Family Hospital's internal network, and the patient's purchase record is empty."

Three family members received one million yuan; the article originated from the secretariat of the provincial pharmaceutical association. Did you not verify it before signing it?

Zhou Qiming is stubborn.

"We are only issuing this press release based on public safety alerts; specific medical information is provided by the hospital."

Xia Xue walked into the office and connected the hard drive to the computer.

A surveillance video is playing on the screen.

Zhou Qiming received a brown paper bag in his office at 11 p.m. last night.

The person who handed over the bag was the deputy secretary-general of the provincial pharmaceutical association.

A lab report was visible inside the brown paper bag.

Zhou Qiming's fingers trembled when he saw the screen.

Lin Ting picked up the falsified test report on the table.

"This piece of paper caused Lin's Pharmaceutical Factory to stop production for half a day, prevented Kang Sheng patients from getting their medicine, and forced three family members to take the blame."

He folded the test report into several pieces and handed it to Zhou Qiming's mouth.

Zhou Qiming tried to back away, but Lin Fei held him down on the back of the chair.

Lin Ting spoke up. "Will you eat it yourself, or should I have someone feed it to you?"

Zhou Qiming held on for a few seconds, then finally opened his mouth and bit the paper in.

The patients' family members outside the office could see it clearly.

Someone filmed it, and someone else apologized on the spot.

Zhou Qiming choked on the paper and coughed for a long time, tears welling up in his eyes.

Lin Ting didn't tell him to stop.

"Who gave the order?"

Zhou Qiming covered his neck, speaking haltingly.

"The Provincial Pharmaceutical Association... Shen Chengze. He said that Lin's Pharmaceutical Factory had broken industry rules and must be suppressed first."

The family members, lab reports, and expert interviews were all sent by the association's secretariat. Wang Family Hospital cooperated, Tiankang Hospital provided experts, and the Evening News only covered the front page.

Lin Fu placed the recording pen on the table.

"Where's the money?"

Zhou Qiming lowered his head.

"The association gave me three million in public relations fees, which were deposited into the evening newspaper's GG department account. There's also five hundred thousand in cash in the trunk of my car."

Xia Xue asked.

Why was the investigation department bypassed?

Zhou Qiming dared not look at her.

"If you investigate the Bai family and the Chamber of Commerce, someone at the editorial meeting already wanted to cancel your column. Shen Chengze said, if you come back, just say you have mental problems, and all your articles will be scrapped."

The evening newspaper reporters in the corridor all heard it.

Several young editors took off their employee badges and threw them on the ground.

Lin Fu received a phone call and walked over to Lin Ting's side.

"Grandpa, Shen Chengze is hosting the annual banquet for the Medical Association at the Provincial International Conference Center tonight."

Representatives from Wang Family Hospital, Tiankang Group, and Mitsui Pharmaceuticals, as well as presidents of private hospitals throughout the province, will be present.

Lin Ting took the front-page approval form signed by Zhou Qiming, and then picked up the reminder letter sent by Shen Chengze.

He turned and walked out.

Zhou Qiming slumped in his chair, still trying to plead for mercy.

Lin Ting did not turn around.

"Prepare the car and head to the Medical Association banquet. Have Shen Chengze clear out the head table."