I'm a crispy college student? It’s really hard to kill the whole network!

Those guys have definitely toned it down a lot.

"Mr. Wu, do you think we need to reinforce this area further?" a young man asked cautiously.

Wu Bin glanced at it and nodded slightly: "Not bad, but the details can be polished. Come with me, I'll demonstrate for you."

The young man was flattered and quickly followed.

Zhu Ling watched from the side, a smile playing on her lips. This was the Wu Bin she knew—unyielding yet focused on himself. Those clowns weren't worth Wu Bin's time and effort.

However, the good times did not last long.

About seven or eight days later, Zhu Ling rushed over, looking rather unwell.

"Wu Bin, those guys are getting restless again."

Wu Bin was flipping through a document when he heard this. He looked up, his eyes calm: "What's going on?"

"They don't dare to attack you openly, but they've started making underhanded moves. Rumor has it that someone is spreading rumors about you, trying to sow discord." Zhu Ling gritted her teeth. "These people, they're like dogs that can't change their nature!"

Wu Bin put down the documents and slowly stood up.

His gaze drifted into the distance, and after a moment of silence, he chuckled softly, "As expected."

"Aren't you angry?" Zhu Ling asked, her eyes wide.

"Angry?" Wu Bin shook his head. "I told you long ago, these people are nothing special. It would be strange if they actually settled down."

Zhu Ling was still indignant: "But what they're doing is clearly a provocation!"

Wu Bin turned around, looked at Zhu Ling, and said in a calm but undeniably powerful tone: "Zhu Ling, you must remember that truly powerful people never lose their composure because of others' provocations. The more they do that, the more it shows that they are afraid."

Zhu Ling paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

Wu Bin sat down again, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Let them make a fuss, they can't stir up any trouble. What's most important for us now is to do our job well."

That being said, Wu Bin did not completely disregard this matter.

That evening, he sat alone in his study for a long time.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his serene profile. Wu Bin's fingers tapped lightly on the table, producing a rhythmic sound—a habitual gesture when he was thinking.

The rumors spread by those people were nothing more than accusing Wu Bin of abusing his power, being unforgiving when he was in the right, and that pursuing the matter was making a mountain out of a molehill and using it as an excuse to vent his anger. Wu Bin could guess most of what they were saying without even having to ask around.

ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

When those people did those disgusting things back then, did they never think this day would come? Now they're turning the tables and making it seem like they're the ones in the wrong?
Wu Bin closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

He told himself not to care. People can say whatever they want. He, Wu Bin, was upright and honest, and didn't need to explain himself to anyone.

The next morning, Wu Bin appeared before everyone as usual.

He was in excellent spirits, showing no signs of having been troubled the previous night. Zhu Ling carefully observed his expression, secretly admiring him—such composure was not something everyone possessed.

“Mr. Wu, we’ve heard some rumors circulating outside…” someone said cautiously.

Wu Bin waved his hand: "No need to pay attention to it."

"But those words were so harsh, saying things like, 'You—'"

“I told you, ignore it.” Wu Bin interrupted them, his tone calm but firm. “You’re here to learn skills and do serious work, not to listen to gossip. Instead of wasting time on these trivial matters, you should focus on improving yourselves.”

These words resonated deeply, and everyone nodded in agreement, saying no more.

In the days that followed, Wu Bin focused even more on his work.

He led his team day and night, solving one problem after another. Those who had initially doubted him gradually changed their minds as they witnessed his abilities and sense of responsibility.

Those who spread rumors became increasingly agitated when they saw that Wu Bin remained unmoved.

They began to operate on a wider scale, trying to win over more people to their side. However, the effect was the opposite—most people are not stupid, and discerning people can tell who has real skills and who is just bluffing.

One evening, Zhu Ling excitedly ran to Wu Bin and said, "Do you know what? Several people have publicly expressed their support for you, and said that those who spread rumors are just being unreasonable!"

Wu Bin was organizing documents when he heard this, and simply smiled faintly: "It was expected."

"Can't you act a little happier?" Zhu Ling said, somewhat displeased.

Wu Bin raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of gentleness: "Of course I'm happy. But Zhu Ling, you must understand that what truly matters is what we do, not what others say. As long as we do things well, more and more people will naturally support us."

Zhu Ling thought about it carefully and realized that what he said made sense.

However, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease.

Just when Wu Bin thought things would gradually calm down, an even more troublesome problem arose.

That night, Wu Bin was preparing to rest when he suddenly received news that someone was secretly gathering forces to launch a "counterattack" against him. This counterattack was not merely verbal; it involved a substantial struggle for interests. Upon learning this, Zhu Ling was furious, her face turning pale: "These people are simply courting death!"

Wu Bin pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is the news reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable!" Zhu Ling patted his chest and assured him, "I've planted people over there, so the source of the information won't be a problem."

Wu Bin stood up and paced around the room a few times.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his sharply defined profile. His brow furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed.

"Since they want to play, then let's play along." Wu Bin's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

Zhu Ling's eyes lit up: "You have a plan?"

Wu Bin did not answer directly, but walked to the window and looked at the bright moonlight outside.

"Zhu Ling, do you know why those people have never dared to be too presumptuous?"

Zhu Ling thought for a moment: "Because of your abilities, they dare not act rashly."

“Not only that.” Wu Bin shook his head. “More importantly, they know that if they really break off relations, they will be the ones who suffer. So they only dare to make small moves in the dark, but they never dare to confront each other directly.”

Zhu Ling nodded thoughtfully.

“But things are different now.” Wu Bin turned around, his eyes sharp. “They are gathering their forces to retaliate against me. What does that mean? It means they are enraged and have lost their composure.”

"Then what should we do?" Zhu Ling asked anxiously.

Wu Bin smiled slightly, a smile that carried a deeper meaning: "Wait."

"Wait?" Zhu Ling was stunned.

“Yes, wait.” Wu Bin sat back down in his chair. “Wait for them to make the first move, wait for them to reveal their trump cards. When that time comes, we will strike and deliver a fatal blow.”

Zhu Ling suddenly realized and nodded vigorously.

For the next few days, everything was calm and peaceful.

On the fifth day, news arrived—those people had indeed made their move.

They sabotaged one of Wu Bin's key projects, attempting to cut off his vital resource source. If successful, this move would indeed cause Wu Bin considerable trouble.

Zhu Ling paced anxiously, saying, "Wu Bin, we must take action immediately!"

Wu Bin remained calm and composed: "No rush."

"Aren't you in a hurry? It'll be too late if you wait any longer!"

Wu Bin glanced at Zhu Ling and slowly said, "Do you think I didn't anticipate this?"

Zhu Ling was taken aback.

Wu Bin stood up, walked to the desk, took a document from a drawer, and handed it to Zhu Ling: "Take a look for yourself."

Zhu Ling took the document, opened it, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"This is... something you prepared all along?"

Wu Bin nodded: "From the day they started spreading rumors, I knew they wouldn't give up. So I made preparations in advance, just waiting for them to take the bait."

Zhu Ling was so excited she almost jumped up: "You're amazing!"

Wu Bin waved his hand: "This is just basic operation. Now, we can make our move."

What followed went much more smoothly than anyone expected.

Wu Bin's pre-arranged counterattack plan was meticulously executed, each step precisely striking at the opponent's Achilles' heel. Those who thought they had succeeded not only gained no advantage but also suffered heavy losses.

What surprised them even more was that Wu Bin's counterattack was not limited to that.

He publicly revealed evidence of those people's underhanded tactics, exposing their true colors to everyone. Public opinion completely reversed; those who had previously believed the rumors turned against them, launching a scathing attack on the group.

Wu Bin stood on high ground, looking down at everything, his eyes calm as still water.

Standing beside him, Zhu Ling couldn't help but exclaim, "That was a brilliant battle!"

Wu Bin shook his head slightly: "There's no need to say such things. I just want them to know that they shouldn't think that I, Wu Bin, am easy to bully."

"What's next? Should we press our advantage?" Zhu Ling asked.

Wu Bin pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "No need. Giving them a lesson is enough; there's no need to wipe them out."

"Aren't you afraid they'll come looking for trouble again later?" Zhu Ling asked, somewhat worried.

Wu Bin smiled slightly: "If they're smart enough, they won't come back. If they're not smart enough..." (End of Chapter)