A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The news that Techbio had been shut down overnight spread like wildfire throughout half of Beijing the very next morning.

It was a well-known company in the city center with a foreign brand, and its collapse without a trace inevitably caused a stir.

At first, it was just some unfounded rumors, saying things like "the funding chain broke" or "the boss ran away with the money."

Around noon, a post from a seemingly reliable "insider" quietly appeared on several popular local forums and social media platforms.

The post was written with such vividness and detail that it seemed as if the author had witnessed it firsthand.

The core idea is just one thing:

This unethical foreign company, under the guise of biotechnology, is secretly conducting high-risk virus experiments in violation of regulations!

A serious operational error occurred last night, resulting in a virus leak from the core laboratory! That virus is extremely dangerous; it's lethal on contact with blood, and it dissolves instantly upon contact!

All the foreigners in their company died!

"Thank goodness!" The post ended with a change of tone, filled with relief at surviving the ordeal and heartfelt praise for the efficiency of the authorities.

"Our heroic People's Liberation Army soldiers and police officers reacted incredibly quickly! Upon receiving the news, they rushed in immediately, risking infection, and decisively sealed off the scene to control the source of contamination! This prevented the virus from spreading and saved the lives of all the people of Jinghai!"

The post was like pouring cold water into a pot of boiling oil.

With a "boom," the entire city's public opinion exploded!

"Holy crap! Really?! A high-risk virus experiment? And in the city center?!"

"Holy crap! No wonder I heard police cars and fire trucks blaring their sirens over there last night, I thought it was just a regular fire! Turns out it's this kind of nonsense?!"

"These foreigners are scoundrels! Not content with doing this despicable nonsense in their own countries, they come here to wreak havoc!"

"They must be severely punished! Executed! All of them must be executed!"

"Damn it! I was working overtime until 10 pm last night, and I happened to be passing by that building! Did I just have a brush with death?!"

"I'm three blocks away! I'm having trouble breathing! I need to go to the hospital!"

"Don't panic, upstairs. The official report says the leak is under control and hasn't spread. That's just psychological. Take deep breaths and drink more hot water."

"Thank you, People's Liberation Army soldiers! Thank you, police officers! These are the people who saved our entire city!"

"A banner! We must send banners! I'll pay for it! Let's get ten or eight!"

"Yes! We'll present them with a banner! And we'll get some free-range eggs and old hens to nourish the soldiers and police officers!"

"The person upstairs clearly doesn't understand; the military and the police don't accept these things. Let's just send them a banner with 'People's Guardian' written in big letters and hang it on their door!"

"Furthermore, those foreigners must pay us compensation! Compensation for our emotional distress, lost wages, and air pollution!"

"Yes! Pay up! Pay them handsomely! This isn't over until they're left with nothing!"

Public opinion was overwhelmingly against the government, and the people were outraged.

Everyone is criticizing Tektronix, calling the foreigners unethical, and praising the bravery of the soldiers and police.

Occasionally, one or two "rational and objective" individuals would emerge, weakly saying, "The matter hasn't been fully investigated yet, so don't be swayed by one-sided opinions," or "We should trust the law and procedural justice."

He was immediately bombarded with angry comments from netizens, such as "Were you also on the verge of death last night?" and "How much money did you get from the foreign devils?", which silenced him from showing his face.

perfect.

They have a firm grip on the public opinion front.

Both online and offline, public sentiment is outraged.

The nature of the incident, the official credit, public sentiment, and even the public opinion foundation for subsequent "compensation" and "accountability"...

In that post by an "insider" that was half true and half false, full of vivid details, and the ensuing overwhelming public opinion, everything was arranged clearly and logically.

And that helpful citizen who posted the exposé...

Right now, he's sitting in the office of the Publicity Department of the Jinghai Branch of the 749 Bureau, happily counting the bonus he just received for the "Special Contribution Award for Public Opinion Guidance".

It's a thick stack, and feels solid to the touch.

He whistled, stuffed the money into his pocket, and gave a thumbs-up to his colleague from the publicity department who was in charge of the matter.

"Old Liu, call me again if you need this kind of work next time!"

The investigator, called Lao Liu, didn't even look up, continuing to type away at his computer. Hearing this, he simply waved his hand.

"Alright, get out of here. Remember to return your forum account and password; that account belongs to the company, and we'll need it for the next mission."

"Alright!"

The "helpful citizen" pocketed the money, hummed a song, and strolled briskly out of the office.

Hidden strength and name.

The prize money was kept hidden.

Meanwhile, the real behind-the-scenes directors were in the director's office, sipping tea and reviewing the public opinion briefing, their faces showing tacit, kind, and gratified smiles.

"We've secured our position in terms of public opinion."

Zhang Yucheng put down his teacup and looked at the lieutenant colonel and police inspector opposite him.

"Next, we should proceed with the formal procedures."

He picked up the official document that had just been drafted on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It's time..."

"Let those 'international friends'..."

"Take a look and see what it means to..."

"The iron fist of socialism, and the bill of capitalism..."

"They've received dual education."

A few days later, that thick stack of official documents, so meticulously worded that it made one's head spin, crossed the ocean and was placed on the luxurious desk of a certain "international friend".

The document cover features a prominent national emblem, adheres to standard formatting, uses sophisticated wording, and even thoughtfully includes a bilingual version.

Content available...

This middle-aged gentleman, dressed in a suit and tie with a worrying hairline, patiently flipped through a dozen pages, and the veins on his forehead began to throb.

He forced himself to read a few more pages, feeling as if his breasts were about to burst from the gas.

What the hell is this garbage?!

The entire document is filled with top-level diplomatic jargon such as "deep regret", "serious concern", "unacceptable", and "blatant violation of international consensus".

The laws, regulations, international treaties, and bilateral agreements cited could fill a whole bookshelf.

But all those convoluted, high-sounding words, stripped of their flowery diplomatic rhetoric and rigorous legal veneer, boil down to just two words—

Send money.

No, it's three words.

Send the money quickly.

To put it more bluntly:

Your dog has committed heinous acts on my turf, and now it even tried to kill my people.

Now the dog has been beaten to death, the kennel has been destroyed, and I'm the one who has to clean up this mess.

So, you'd better hurry up and send the money.

Compensate me for my losses, compensation for my emotional distress, compensation for lost wages, equipment wear and tear, site cleanup costs, follow-up monitoring costs, and costs for calming public anxiety...

There were seventeen or eighteen items in total.

Each item is followed by a number that makes your eyes go dark.

Finally, they even "thoughtfully" included the receiving account information: Bank: Dahan People's Bank of China Jinghai Branch; Account Name: Jinghai City 749 Bureau Special Compensation Fund Special Account.

Note: Supports wire transfer, letter of credit, gold, spirit stones, and some equivalent extraordinary resources as payment.

"Fuck! Fuck! Mother Fucker!!!"

Edward finally lost his temper and slammed the thick stack of documents onto the expensive handmade wool carpet, causing his expensive gold-rimmed glasses to tilt to one side.

He ripped off the Hermès tie that was constricting him so tightly he was almost suffocating, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed red like a frog about to explode with anger.

"Zhang! Yu! Chen!"

He spat out the name through gritted teeth, each syllable laced with molten fury.

"You bandit in official robes! You scoundrel! You shameless robber!"

Blatant extortion!

Undisguised extortion!

They even used official documents! Stamped with an official seal! They went through proper diplomatic channels!

How is this any different from robbery?!

No, this is worse than robbery!

At least robbers are masked; they can act quickly.

They're dressed in uniform, driving police cars, holding official documents, blocking your doorway, and broadcasting through a loudspeaker: "Hello, we are a legitimate law enforcement agency, and we are now legally robbing you. Please cooperate, thank you."

Damn it, cooperate with your grandma's legs!

Bonus: I generated a picture of our little Ji, hehe, it's totally my type! I'll post it in this comment first thing tomorrow morning. (¯▽¯)ゞ