The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 332 Courage
Tangtang's extremely arrogant provocation was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan, and it exploded instantly!
The live stream chat and comment section went completely crazy:
"Holy crap!!! So arrogant?!"

"She admitted it! She actually admitted it herself!!"

"So what if they're Celestial Dragons?! Those with connections dare to act so arrogantly?!"

"@Relevant departments, have you seen this?! Why aren't you investigating?! How can you tolerate this?!"

"A leisurely, slow-paced lifestyle is a breeding ground for all sorts of filth and depravity! It's a place where all kinds of monsters and scoundrels can be found!"

"Is this woman out of her mind? Like a truck that's about to explode?"

The crowd doesn't need the truth; it only needs an outlet for its emotions and a target to attack at will.

Tangtang's "I hit you and then spit on you" attitude completely enraged countless anonymous "righteous people" behind the screen, making them even more frantic and irrational.

Watching Tangtang's provocative performance from behind the screen, Gu Tianyu's lips twitched slightly before he chuckled.

To be honest, he actually admired these girls. If they could withstand today's pressure without breaking down, they might truly experience a phoenix-like rebirth in the future!

Black and red are also red!
If that old lady can capitalize on this phenomenal surge in traffic and streamline all the related business supply chains, then the short video industry may well be about to usher in a new internet celebrity giant.

But what does that have to do with Gu Tianyu?
He wants to crush them, to make them kneel before him and beg for mercy today! To make EasySlowTravel drop their lawsuit and compromise today! To let his company secure the astronomical contracts from Faraway and UglyDonkey, and rise to the top of the global industry!

The rest is none of his business!

So, who will be next?
Gu Tianyu browsed the comments section, and as expected, some comments began to appear:
Beyond this madness and irrationality, another voice, unorganized and unprovoked, gradually began to emerge:
"Wait a minute, you can openly admit to using connections to steal exam questions?"

"Um... I just have one question. With this young lady's looks and figure, would she need to pull some strings to get a job at a KTV?"

"Same question. The technicians that Easy Slow Travel has been promoting are all top-notch. I'd like to know if they have any scandals or negative stories about them."

Seeing these comments, Gu Tianyu's lips curled into a cold smile. So what if there are smart people among them?

He pressed the intercom on the table and said casually, "Suppress those 'discordant' comments."

He then opened a WeChat group containing the heads of various regions of Ugly Donkey—a group that Leng Xiao had specially created to coordinate with his operations.

"let's start."

After sending the message, Gu Tianyu stood by the window, looking at the bustling traffic below, feeling relaxed and content.

He knew he had to end everything before the "relevant departments" intervened to stop this farce.

As an expert in psychology, he had thoroughly researched all the information about the group of girls and the manager of the massage parlor.

He had been observing the stress response patterns and defense mechanism effectiveness decay curves of the group that walked slowly and easily. Now he can determine that their psychological resilience is approaching the critical point, and signs of group disintegration are beginning to appear.

They're on the verge of collapse!

What he needs to do now is to materialize the cyberattack and accelerate their collapse.

A network impact without a physical entity is a very incomplete network.

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Online, riders wearing ugly donkey yellow vests are multi-talented: they can sing, dance, play musical instruments, and cook, showing the warmth and talent of life; they can also step forward to save people from danger in times of crisis, or silently remove obstacles on the road to protect the smooth flow and safety of the city.

But we all know that among the more than 800 million yellow vests, they are all ordinary people. It is self-evident what kind of people are below them.

15:55, a relaxed stroll through the office area.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze.

Unlike the solemn yet resolute atmosphere before previous live broadcasts, the office area was now shrouded in a suffocating silence. No one spoke, and no one even looked up to exchange glances.

Guoguo, Linglan, Xiaolu, and Tangtang, who had stood up earlier, were either leaning back in their chairs, exhausted, with their eyes closed, or staring blankly at the screen that kept popping up malicious comments. Their courage seemed to have been exhausted by their repeated self-destruction, leaving only a numb silence.

The remaining girls, who had not yet been affected, were scattered in the corners.

Someone bit their lower lip hard, their fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of their clothes, their eyes darting away, not daring to meet Zhou Yaqin's or anyone else's gaze.

Some people buried their heads deep in their arms, their shoulders trembling slightly.

Others stared blankly out the window, their faces filled with struggle and fear.

They could hear their own hearts pounding, and every breath they took was heavy with pressure.

Standing up means exposing one's most shameful past to the public, and it means that one's family members may also be harassed and threatened like Guoguo and Xiaoye's families.

Silence... silence at least provides a temporary respite, even if that respite is accompanied by guilt.

Zhou Yaqin stood in the middle, her gaze sweeping over the young faces that were filled with confusion.

She didn't urge or speak; she just stood there quietly. But her clenched fists and slightly reddened eyes betrayed her inner torment and helplessness.

She knew she couldn't ask for more; every bit of pressure the girls were under was precisely calculated by modern psychology.

In the eyes of the enemy, their tears, fear, and the collapse of their families are merely quantifiable data. Every escalation of pressure is simply an adjustment of variables in an effort to destroy a living, breathing person most efficiently.

What they were facing was not people, but a heartless meat grinder.

Zhou Yaqin took a deep breath, intending to personally take the lead and draw fire, even though it was pointless and wouldn't disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

The girls said that Little Hammer is coming back.

So what other options did she have but to keep going?

"Mr. Zhou..."

A voice with a slight tremor broke the silence.

Puff stood up, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her dress. She didn't dare look at Zhou Yaqin, her gaze lowered.

"I...I'll give it a try..." Her voice was soft, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on the cream puff.

The fawn closest to her, its eyes red, instinctively reached out to grab her, mouthing "Are you crazy?" but no sound came out.

Many people looked at this usually timid girl who loved sweets with a mixture of shock and pity in their eyes...

Puff finally mustered her courage, raised her head, and looked directly at Zhou Yaqin. Her voice was still trembling, but her eyes were unusually firm:
“I’m scared… I’m terrified. But I’m even more scared that when Little Hammer comes back, he’ll see us… some people standing there waiting for him, and some people… leaving on their knees.”

July 11, 15:58 AM.

Impatient netizens finally saw that the official account of Relaxing and Slow Travel had started a live stream.

"My name is Puff, I'm a senior SPA technician on the second floor of Relaxing Walk."

"I……"

"I don't have any dirt on me. You can make up whatever you want, I'm waiting!"

(End of this chapter)