dkrc Chapter 84 Lin Zhou is furious: Bullying my wife? Did you even ask me?
Chapter 84 Lin Zhou is furious: Bullying my wife? Did you even ask me?
The notification box indicating that the email was successfully sent flashed twice on the screen and then disappeared.
Lin Zhou leaned back in the large boss's chair, his fingers tapping idly on the table. Based on his understanding of the entertainment industry's ways, this little bit of "talent display" wasn't enough; to completely turn things around, having just one good song wouldn't suffice.
After all, the current public discourse is as filthy as a sewer.
He casually opened Weibo, wanting to see just how bad the current situation had become. Although he had prepared himself mentally, when the glaring word "explosive" appeared in his eyes, Lin Zhou's fingers, which were tapping on the table, suddenly stopped.
# Su Qingge’s private life is chaotic#
#Bastard#
Opening the comments section, a nauseating stench hits you.
Those online trolls and haters were clearly no longer satisfied with attacking Su Qingge's professional abilities. They were like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood, frantically tearing at a woman's innocence, not even sparing a four-year-old child.
Someone photoshopped a black-and-white portrait of Su Qingge, accompanied by extremely malicious text; someone spread rumors about Nuonuo's background, using extremely vulgar language, saying things like "This is some bastard child who doesn't even know where he came from" and "Did they do a paternity test?"
Even more extreme, some people went so far as to find out the address of Nuonuo Kindergarten and threatened to go and "see what this bastard looks like."
"Oh."
The temperature in the study suddenly dropped to freezing.
Lin Zhou looked at the photo on the screen, where Nuonuo was smiling brightly but had been maliciously photoshopped with a red cross, and the last trace of nonchalant smile in his eyes completely disappeared.
Instead, a chilling and unprecedented ferocity prevailed.
"I tolerated being called a gigolo; I accepted being called a good-for-nothing."
Lin Zhou's voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself, but his peach blossom eyes were churning with a turbulent sea:
"But you shouldn't have touched my wife and children."
Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.
For Lin Zhou now, Su Qingge, who is arrogant but protects him in critical moments, and Nuonuo, who is soft and cute and shouts "Daddy is the best," are his biggest Achilles' heel in the world.
"System, redeem [God-level Hacking Skills]."
[Ding! Redemption successful! 1000 Happiness Points deducted.]
As a massive stream of data flooded his mind, Lin Zhou's expression changed when he looked at the computer screen again.
Those seemingly chaotic and even anonymous negative comments instantly transformed into strings of raw data code in his eyes.
"Crackling and popping—"
Long, slender fingers danced rapidly across the mechanical keyboard, the sound of the keystrokes as dense as a downpour.
The webpage disappeared from the screen, replaced by a black window displaying running code. Green characters flooded the screen like a waterfall, so fast it was dizzying.
Track, lock onto, hack.
Faced with god-level hacking skills, those so-called "anonymity protection" and "IP hiding" are like paper windows, easily broken with a single poke.
"Found it."
Less than five minutes later, Lin Zhou pressed the Enter key, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
Several deeply hidden folders popped up on the screen.
Those were internal chat logs between the public relations department of Dynasty Entertainment and several top online marketing companies, as well as detailed transaction records.
"Young Master Zhou has ordered that Su Qingge be smeared tonight, with a focus on the child; the dirtier the better."
"This is the copy. Everyone copy and paste it. It's 50 cents per line."
"The photo editing team should catch up and make those photos more realistic, ideally enough to cause physical discomfort."
Lin Zhou screenshotted, packaged, and backed up each piece of shocking evidence.
He even followed the trail and hacked into Zhou Lixing's personal computer, finding his emails with those short-selling institutions, as well as details of the huge sums of money he spent on data fabrication to promote "KUN".
Looking at these irrefutable, bombshell pieces of evidence, Lin Zhou's eyes were practically overflowing with murderous intent.
"Zhou Lixing, I only wanted to beat you in music once, to teach you a lesson."
"Since you don't want to be human, then I'll give you a hand and make sure you can't even be a ghost anymore."
Lin Zhou did not choose to expose it now.
The current buzz isn't enough; it hasn't reached the boiling point that will grab everyone's attention. He'll preserve this evidence until tomorrow morning, until "Legend" is released, until the moment when Dynasty Entertainment thinks it has victory in its grasp and is at its most arrogant—
Then throw these things right in their faces!
Let them experience what it feels like to fall from the clouds to hell.
Lin Zhou tapped his finger and wrote a program to send messages at a set time.
[Sending time: 09:00 AM tomorrow]
[Recipients: Major mainstream media outlets across the internet, complaint email addresses from regulatory authorities, and... Zhou Lixing's father's private email address.]
After finishing all this, Lin Zhou closed his laptop, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.
He turned to look at the thick darkness outside the window, his gaze seemingly piercing through the darkness to see the woman still anxious about the company.
"Wife, you gave me a black card, wanting me to buy a cigarette factory."
"I didn't buy the cigarette factory, but I've prepared a gift for you... one that's enough to reshuffle the entire entertainment industry."
Lin Zhou stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled collar, the fierceness in his eyes dissipated, and he regained his gentle demeanor.
"You bullied my wife? Did you even ask me?"
……
Meanwhile, at Starry Sky Media, in the top-floor conference room.
The song titled "Legend" had come to an end.
"Just because I glanced at you in the crowd..."
I can never forget your face...
Ethereal, timeless, and deeply affectionate.
Every note seemed to have been polished by the hand of God, precisely striking the soul of everyone present.
There are no heart-wrenching high notes, no fancy arrangements, only the purest melodies and the most touching emotions.
As the last note slowly dissipated into the air.
The entire conference room fell into a suffocating silence.
No one spoke, no one moved.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the speaker that had just emitted the sound, as if their souls had been sucked away by the song.
Mr. Li's cigarette had burned his finger, causing a blister, but he was completely unaware of it.
Lisa's mouth dropped open; even her exquisite makeup couldn't hide the shock on her face.
The one who reacted the most was the music director, Lao Zhao.
He was still wearing his headphones, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably. His wrinkled face, etched with exhaustion and despair, was now streaked with tears.
"Clatter".
The headphones slipped off his head and fell onto the table with a crisp sound.
The sound finally broke the silence in the room.
Old Zhao took a deep breath, as if a drowning man had finally grabbed onto a piece of driftwood. He slumped into his chair, covered his face with his hands, his shoulders heaving violently, his voice trembling so much it was almost incoherent:
"Help... Our savior has arrived!"
"We...we're saved!"