The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 302 Going crazy
There's no doubt about Qian Tu's prospects. These past few days, there's been a lot of online bullying against him, especially after today's live stream, regarding Zhou Yaqin's unboxing incident. Qian Tu doesn't believe that no one has stepped forward to guide the situation.

They do unethical things while expecting others to be moral. They're really good at playing the double standard!
Qian Tu didn't bring this up during the conversation because he knew it was pointless to argue about it.

The idea of ​​lawyers talking about morality is a joke, but today, three industry leaders told him this joke with the utmost sincerity.

Qian Tu let out a low, sarcastic laugh and got into the Phaeton parked by the roadside.

The security guard/driver also went on a trip, so he had to drive the luxury car himself.

This unassuming beast can only be driven by him personally.

He didn't drive off immediately. After turning on the air conditioning, he leaned back in the driver's seat, took out his phone, and opened the noisy online forum.

With just one glance, the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

If the previous cyberbullying was merely a frenzy of vulgar language, then now, Pandora's box has been completely opened. Those hands hidden behind the screens are tearing his boss Zhao Xiaochui and Zhou Yaqin's lives to shreds and throwing them at bloodthirsty onlookers.

The attack on Zhou Yaqin was a symphony of slut-shaming and age discrimination.

"The old lady quit her job at a state-owned enterprise when she was young because of sexual harassment. I heard that she was harassed again after she joined a private company. Didn't she quit her job for nothing?"

"Haha, I thought he was someone important, but it turns out he graduated from a vocational school, got into a Fortune 500 company, and was lucky enough to solve the problem of the foreigners' thunder last time, which is why he has been able to get to where he is today with smooth sailing all the way."

"A single old lady, no wonder she's not afraid of being criticized by netizens, she's someone you can't afford to offend..."

The curses directed at Zhao Xiaochui were even more vicious and devastating.

"We've found out! The boss's name is Zhao Xiaochui, and he's the only person listed on the household registration. He's an orphan!"

"No wonder he's so arrogant, he must be a cursed star who brought death to his parents, right?"

"This person definitely has psychological problems. I suggest checking if he abuses small animals. He's definitely a psychopath!"

"Opening a massage parlor under the guise of 'health,' who knows if it's actually a money laundering den? I suggest the relevant departments investigate thoroughly!"

"He only owns this one run-down shop, where would he get the money to hire so many lawyers? The money must be tainted!"

Qian Tu's breathing became heavy, and his knuckles, gripping his phone tightly, turned white from the force. When he saw the latest comment that had been pushed to the top of the trending list, his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a manipulated black-and-white portrait of Zhao Xiaochui, with the words "Bastard child, you should have gone to join your dead parents long ago!" written in blood-red lettering.

"Holy crap, damn it!"

A suppressed roar exploded in the enclosed carriage.

Qian Tu slammed his phone onto the passenger seat, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and yanked open the car door to jump out!
……

Meanwhile, in an unnamed office building belonging to a certain bureau, in the command center...

"Boom-"

A stainless steel thermos fell to the ground, and the young woman hurriedly went to pick it up, but dared not make a loud noise.

Apart from the sounds she made, the entire hall was eerily quiet, with only the hum of the equipment.

On the wall, a huge multi-screen display is divided into dozens of images. The main screen shows real-time images of the South American jungle transmitted from high-resolution satellites.

In the thermal imaging, a lone dot of light, codenamed "Old Man," is evading a dozen or so pursuers. The gunshots and flashes of explosions, even transmitted via satellite, are still shocking.

Lei Zhen, who had just returned from the front lines, arrived in his combat uniform, still travel-worn. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the dot of light on the main screen.

"Which match is it?" His voice was hoarse.

“Report, sixth engagement.” The assistant beside him answered in a low voice, “'The old man' had mastered the use of modern individual weapons in the fourth conflict. But… the enemy’s forces are stronger each time.” Lei Zhen frowned with worry: “Is there any other information I need to know?”

The young assistant thought for a moment, then looked at the Labor Bureau sitting next to him. Seeing that the bureau chief nodded slightly, he reported, "A CIA agent has issued an ultimatum on the dark web, offering a reward of $100 million for information about the 'old man's' nationality, identity, and other details."

Upon hearing this, Lei Zhen clenched his fists, staring at the faint flashes of light that appeared intermittently on the screen: "How far is he from the US-Mexico border?"

No one answered.

Lei Zhen turned his head in confusion, only to see this scene:
Everyone in the hall, from the highest-ranking commander, the Labor Bureau, to the youngest analyst, stood silently at their posts.

Their gazes were divided, some fixed on the blood-soaked jungle on the main screen, while others were fixed intently on a small secondary screen next to it.

On that secondary screen, there were no tactical maps, no data analysis, only scrolling pages of domestic social media.

That glaring black-and-white portrait, those vicious curses, that inhuman revelry, are silently being refreshed.

The entire command hall fell into an inexplicable silence.

Here they are, using the nation's highest-level resources, watching intently as a compatriot fights against the enemy.

Meanwhile, within the country behind his compatriots, countless people are using the most vile language to wage a bloodless yet equally deadly... media siege against him.

Lei Zhen's question will never be answered.

Because at this moment, distance has lost its meaning.

For the besieged 'old man', the US-Mexico border has become a 'return'.

And the land seemed to be getting further and further away from him!

Lei Zhen finally understood why the young girl had bumped into the thermos and cleaned it up with tears in her eyes.

…………

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the Phaeton's heavy door slammed shut.

Qian Tu got off the car, and his usually gentle and refined face was now filled with only cold calm.

He raised his hand and, with a stiff, mechanical motion, straightened his tie, as if he were calibrating a weapon. Then, he took out his personal phone, dialed his father's video call, and casually turned on the recording function.

The call connected, and he strode straight toward the entrance of the litigation center.

Outside the door, the center director, the bigwig in the red circle, and the legal director of Ugly Donkey were chatting happily and saying goodbye in a relaxed manner.

The next second, Qian Tu appeared in front of them.

"Attorney Qian, why are you back? Have you come to a realization?" the Ugly Donkey Legal Director asked with a half-smile.

Qian Tu's gaze slowly moved across the three of them, as if examining some dirty object.

“I have always believed,” he began, his tone calm, “that those of you who sit in these positions should at least understand one principle—that what makes us human is that we have things we should not do.”

He took a step forward, causing the three of them to instinctively tense up.

"We'll deal with legal loopholes and business tactics that are out in the open. But hiding behind a screen, hiring online trolls, digging up people's privacy, photoshopping the deceased's portraits... don't you think it's a bit degrading to live like maggots in the gutter just to win?"

He stopped in front of the Ugly Donkey's legal director, looked him straight in the eye, and asked the most cutting question, word by word:
"Tell me, where exactly is the bottom line of your humanity? Or... is there no bottom line at all?"

(End of this chapter)