I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

Less than two minutes later, the legal director and financial director of Weiguang Literature pushed open the door and walked in. Before they could even speak, Chang Liren simply brushed the situation off.

"The Starry Sky Studio under Cloud Map just used emergency security to freeze Yu Huashi's personal account. At midnight tonight, Teacher Yu will have a three million yuan debt that will be forcibly seized due to overdue payment."

Chang Li-ren looked at the general counsel and asked bluntly, "How do we bypass his personal account to balance the books?"

The general counsel adjusted his glasses, his mind racing:

"The preservation order applied for by Yuntu can only freeze the cash flow under Teacher Yu's name, but it cannot stop others from legally repaying his debts. The law does not prohibit third parties from legally repaying debts for debtors. As long as we transfer three million yuan directly into Xinghui's receiving account in the name of Weiguang Literature using the company's corporate account, this debt will be cleared in the underlying logic of the federal system."

"Okay, let's use this method."

Chang Liren stood up and looked at the CFO: "Three million. Transfer it from the platform's senior reserve fund. Go and process the paperwork."

"Wait, Mr. Chang!"

The CFO's expression changed slightly. "A company account transferred three million to a competitor without any documentation? Without the board's signature, that's against regulations! What if they audit the accounts..."

"rule?"

Chang Liren didn't get angry; he simply slammed his fist on the table with a very heavy tone.

"Rules are meant to protect interests, not to become stumbling blocks. Teacher Yu is now a core asset of Weiguang. If he is taken away tonight, the platform's lost valuation and traffic will be irreparable, even with ten three-million-dollar sums. We can complete the compliance procedures tomorrow. If any problems arise, I will personally cover them. Now, proceed with the loan disbursement immediately."

Seeing that Chang Liren had put it this way, the CFO immediately put aside his concerns, nodded, and turned to follow the legal counsel out of the office to finalize the payment.

Looking out the window at the dazzling neon lights of the central district, Chang Liren sneered.

Yuntu Literature's attempt to ruin a god-level author—a talent that Weiguang had painstakingly cultivated and who was capable of overturning the entire online literature landscape—using such underhanded tactics is simply a pipe dream.

……

At the entrance of the seventh slum, the black, paint-chipped hovercar sat quietly in the rain.

Inside the car, the bald man and the crew-cut man were staring at the collection terminal on the control panel.

The countdown to the forced execution, which had stopped, suddenly and without warning turned red again and started ticking down second by second.

The crew-cut man swallowed hard. "Bro... what does this mean? Did Teacher Yu not pay? Or is Xinghui determined to take him down?"

The bald man stared at the flashing red numbers, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"It's like gods are fighting; Xinghui is determined to kill him in this muddy ditch."

"So what do we do? If we really go and tear down Teacher Yu's place right after midnight..."

The man with the buzz cut glanced at the refrigerator in the back seat.

"Demolish my ass!"

The bald man slapped the buzz-cut man on the back of the head:

"Are you tired of living? Those big shots, with millions of readers in their hands, are they people we can mess with? Tonight, no matter what enforcement orders pop up on the terminal, we'll play dead and sleep in this car. We won't get out even if the sky falls!"

……

Time ticked by, and there were only ten minutes left until midnight.

Shangcheng District, a private holographic intelligent computing mansion.

Pei Zhixing, dressed in silk pajamas, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, swirling a half-full glass of fine red wine in his hand.

The holographic screen behind him was displaying real-time data from Weiguang Literature.

The readership of "To Live" continues to climb at an alarming rate.

But there's a hidden countdown in the corner of the screen.

"Mr. Pei, there are ten minutes left."

The operations officer stood to the side, a hint of relief in his voice:

"His personal account remains locked. Even if Weiguang Literature wanted to help him hire a lawyer to appeal, it would be too late in the process."

Pei Zhixing tilted his head back and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

"In this era, talent is the least valuable thing."

He walked to the desk, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"In the gutter of the lowest rungs, if the rules want you dead, you won't live to see tomorrow. Prepare the press release. When the news comes out tomorrow, the readers will definitely riot. We need to wipe the star off the map as soon as possible."

"clear."

The operations officer nodded.

five minutes.

three minutes.

One minute.

The countdown has reached zero.

Pei Zhixing stared at the screen, waiting for the green official letter from the federal judicial system that automatically popped up, announcing "Overdue Default and Enforcement Initiation".

However, the screen flickered.

Instead of a green enforcement notice, a glaring gold case closure notice popped up.

[Notice of Closure in Federal Commercial Court]

[The person subject to enforcement: Yu Wen.]

[Target Target: 3,000,000 Star Coins]

[Status: Fully repaid by a third-party company (Weiguang Literature Information Technology Co., Ltd.)]

[Outcome: The debt chain has been completely dissolved. The enforcement proceedings have been permanently terminated.]

Immediately afterwards, the encrypted communicator in the operations officer's hand began to vibrate wildly.

He answered the call and listened for a couple of sentences, then his expression changed drastically.

"Mr. Pei... Mr. Pei..."

The operations officer could barely hold the communicator. "Xinghui's corporate account just received a remittance of three million yuan, directly from Weiguang Literature."

The smile on Pei Zhixing's lips slowly disappeared.

He looked at the extremely precise "23:59:59" on the screen.

Weiguang not only directly used corporate reimbursement, but also timed the payment perfectly.

This lightning-fast move effectively shut down any possibility for Starshine to exploit system vulnerabilities and perform a second freeze.

"Mr. Pei..."

The operations officer's voice was a little dry as he stared at the account entry notification on the terminal:

"The accounts are settled, and the case regarding the penalty for breach of contract has been closed."

Pei Zhixing remained silent.

He placed the wine glass back on the table, the glass base making a dull, soft sound as it hit the marble surface.

The night rain is still falling outside the window.

On the holographic screen, the reading data for "To Live" continued to scroll upwards.

In this deathly silent mansion, only the faint light from the screen illuminated Pei Zhixing's face.

That low-level writer, once confined to the lower city and easily manipulated, is now no longer within his control of the rules.