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Song Yun started to ponder again about what ans to use.

If he used people, he could simply order the smashing of that newspaper office, but such an action would seem too crude.

Could he really resort to violence for everything?

Although violence is the best solution to problems, the ti now called for subtlety, didn’t it?

Besides, Song Yun, being an influential figure, should not be seen as soone who only knew violence, as that could lead to contempt.

Having dismissed violence, Song Yun had no choice but to take the legitimate path.

He thought for a mont and then picked up the phone.

“Zhao Yan, do you know any dia contacts?” Song Yun asked.

“Do you need them, Brother Yun?” Zhao Yan asked.

“Yes, get

a few who will completely follow our lead,” Song Yun instructed.

“Okay.

I’ll contact them imdiately.”

After hanging up, Song Yun dialed another number.

“Hello, is this Director Liu?

It’s Song Yun~ Yes, yes, it’s .

I’m sorry for calling just now.

There’s a matter I need your help with.”

That morning, Song Yun made several calls, and who they were to, nobody knew.

But by the afternoon, the online atmosphere had shifted dramatically.

First, major portal sites began seeing crowds supporting Song Yun and questioning the authenticity of the news.

Then, well-known figures from various websites also stepped forward, vigorously defending Song Yun.

So even claid that Su Linglong was setting a trap because Song Yun had refused her unspoken rules, alleging that she had fabricated the news herself.

Gradually, online public opinion split into two factions.

One faction, waving the banner of “eliminating harm for the people,” labeled Song Yun as a public enemy and a scourge on society, more despicable than little RB or Korea, with so even claiming that Song Yun was a spy planted by foreign countries in Shen Zhou—though this was just so people’s imagination.

The other faction advocated for factual discussions, their tone not as extre, simply laying out the facts and reasoning.

As the debate intensified, major websites in Shen Zhou were embroiled in discussions about the issue, with Su Linglong frequently appearing as the victim.

Song Yun, however, remained silent, which made his attackers even more triumphant, loudly declaring that Song Yun was feeling guilty.

What was Song Yun doing at this ti?

He was looking at the won in front of him with a wry smile.

Yes, as the situation escalated, the won had inevitably found out.

“Song Yun, you’ve been quite busy, huh?

A seasoned musician and even a judge now,” Li Shishi was the first to speak.

“And there’s the unspoken rule too?

I wondered why you disappeared all day yesterday.

Turns out you were out enjoying yourself?”

“Really, Brother, you shouldn’t have been caught on cara,” Song Yuxue, with a mischievous smirk, teased him.

“Is that Shen Yan next to you?

Both of you together?

That’s rather bold.”

“Sister, keep your thoughts healthy.

Do you think your brother is that sort of person?” Song Yun responded righteously.

“Senior Brother Song, I think soone might have set you up,” Xiao Qing chid in from the side.

Song Yun was imdiately moved to tears—his true confidant!

Without a doubt, Qingqing, I’d die for you.

“Xiao Qing, why are you taking his side?” Li Shishi said discontentedly.

“What I’m saying is true!

We co across these kinds of fishing news often!

Rember the banker who was accused of harassing a waitress not long ago?

The waitress looked like a gorilla; would anyone harass her?

Later investigations revealed it was a setup.

I trust Song Yun’s taste; Su Linglong doesn’t even compare to you guys,” Xiao Qing earnestly replied.

“As expected, our Xiao Qing is the smart one!” Song Yun said, giving her a thumbs up.

“Co here, Xiao Qing, for my clear na, I need to give you a hug.”

“This…

alright, I take back what I said,” Xiao Qing hesitantly comnted upon seeing Song Yun’s lecherous grin.

Eventually, through Song Yun’s efforts, the won believed him, but they warned him not to engage in such activities in the future.

“What a troubleso life,” Song Yun muttered as he walked back to his room.

The online argunts had reached a climax by then.

He thought for a mont and made another call.

“It’s ti to start.”

Inside the XX newspaper office, Liu Dabai was looking displeased at his subordinates.

“What did you say?

Another group of hired comnters has entered?

What’s going on, weren’t arrangents already made?” Liu Dabai exclaid.

“I…

I don’t know.

This group seems quite influential!” a middle-aged man with glasses reported, looking down.

“Influential?

How influential can they be?

In the entertainnt circle, is there anyone who wouldn’t give

face?” Liu Dabai said disdainfully.

“This group seems to be from the ‘Fifty Cent Party’ affiliated with certain governnt departnts.

I recognize a few of them,” the middle-aged man continued, still looking down.

“What!” Liu Dabai stood up abruptly.

“The Fifty Cent Party?

Aren’t they from governnt agencies?

Why are they involved in such gossip matters?”

“I’m not sure.

Maybe, our opponent can reach the Fifty Cent Party?” the middle-aged man suggested after so thought.

“So nobody, and you think he can mobilize the Fifty Cent Party?

Go find out exactly who is backing him,” Liu Dabai ordered.

“Yes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud commotion erupted outside the office.

“What’s going on?” Liu Dabai said, annoyed.

“A lot of people from the Bureau of Industry and Comrce are here!” soone rushed in and shouted.

“Why the panic?” Liu Dabai walked out of his office proudly.

“What are you doing?” he demanded as he saw several authorities from the Bureau of Industry and Comrce going through his files.

“You’re suspected of spreading false information.

Shut down your business,” a middle-aged man declared.

“Who are you to say that?

Just shut down?

I know your director!” Liu Dabai challenged.

“Sorry, I don’t report to him,” the middle-aged man replied with a smile.

At that mont, soone else stepped forward and said, “We’ve almost finished the search, Wang sz.”

“Alright, take them all away.”

“Mayor!

You’re Wang sz?” Liu Dabai exclaid in surprise.

“Hmph, news workers should report the truth.

With your kind of tabloid journalism, I see no need for your existence,” Wang sz said coldly before leaving with his team.

“This…” Bao Dabai was stunned.

He knew this major figure, who was in charge of the Bureau of Industry and Comrce.

Although Bao Dabai had always ensured backdoor dealings, including those involving his own influential backers who had solid control over the Bureau, he did not fear this man.

However, today this man’s confidence and the knowledge of his own backers, yet still daring to raid, proved that he had nothing to fear!