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

"Holy crap, Old Master Zhao is awesome! That was such a satisfying scolding!"

"That's true character! The classical Chinese at the beginning was exciting, but the vernacular Chinese at the end is even more enjoyable!"

"I'm fucking laughing. Old Master Zhao has used up every single swear word he's ever learned in his life!"

"Upstairs, you underestimate Old Master Zhao. I suspect this is only one-tenth of his inventory."

"I've learned something, thank you Mr. Zhao for providing material for insults."

"Get in the front row, everyone! Sunflower seeds, peanuts, and bottled water ready!"

"The Wang family is probably in deep trouble this time. Old Master Zhao is going to fight them to the death."

"I've heard that the Wang family did a lot of despicable things back then, but I never expected they would even do something like throwing away a child. They're really scum."

"Old Master Zhao's scolding was well-deserved! This kind of family deserves to be thoroughly berated!"

Of course, some supporters of the Wang family also refuted this below, saying things like "The Zhao family is making baseless accusations," "Is there any evidence?" and "Without evidence, it's slander."

But he was quickly rebuked.

Although Old Master Zhao's insults were a bit harsh, he dared to post under his real name and name names when he cursed. Just that confidence alone makes him a hundred times stronger than those who only dare to hide behind anonymous IDs and make sarcastic remarks.

It is said that the old man of the Wang family was drinking tea when he came across this post.

When he saw the first half of the post, his face turned quite pale, but he managed to keep his composure. Although his hand holding the teacup was trembling a bit, he managed not to spill the tea.

When he saw the second half of the post, his hand suddenly trembled, and the teacup crashed to the ground, shattering into eight pieces.

Then he clutched his chest, his face flushed, his lips turned purple, and he leaned back, almost fainting.

The butler next to him was startled and quickly stepped forward to support him, pinching his philtrum and patting his back. It took him quite a while to catch his breath.

The first thing the old man said when he woke up was, "That brute Zhao Xingguo... how dare he..."

How dare he?

Zhao Xingguo really dared to do it.

And he still felt it wasn't enough.

Even after the proclamation was issued, the Zhao family still hadn't calmed down.

Zhao Xingguo then had the matter reorganized and changed into a version for ordinary people, and then filed a real-name report against the Wang family on social media platforms such as Kuaishou, Douyin, and Xiaohongshu.

The content of the Qi Cultivator version, with its talk of origins, memory manipulation, and divine powers, would only sound like a storyteller to ordinary listeners.

So the Zhao family made slight modifications to the content—

All elements related to Qi cultivators were removed, the core facts were retained, and then replaced with expressions that ordinary people could understand.

The Wang family not only abandoned the baby but also took its organs; they drove the child's biological mother to mental instability and memory loss; and for many years they used their family power to cover up the truth and oppress the victim.

The copywriting was so vivid and moving, it brought tears to people's eyes. It was accompanied by Zhao Ya's photo and an interview video. In the video, Zhao Ya cried her eyes out, saying that she had been searching for her son for nineteen years and had only recently learned the truth. She begged everyone to help her.

This change had an immediate effect.

Ordinary people don't care about origins or anything like that, but they care about abandoned babies, organ trafficking, and a mother driven to mental breakdown.

Each of these keywords can accurately hit the pain points of ordinary people and ignite their emotions.

The post was shared over 100,000 times in less than half an hour.

The comments section was filled with insults.

"Holy crap! Is this even human? They'd throw away their own flesh and blood? And harvest their organs? Is this something a human being could do?"

"The Wang family? Which Wang family? The Wang family in Shanghai? Oh my god, I know them! They're a listed company, the boss's name is something like Wang, the one who's always on the financial news!"

"Is this organ harvesting story true or false? That's terrifying! Is this a wealthy family or a criminal organization?"

"We strongly demand a thorough investigation of the Wang family! Such a family doesn't deserve to be called human!"

"Sisters, share this! Let more people see the true colors of this family!"

"I have already reported it to the police and hope they can investigate."

"I've reported them; this kind of family must be severely punished!"

Once public opinion is ignited, it's like a wildfire that no one can stop.

At this very moment, the "connections" that Zhang Yucheng had found for Ji Zuodao also began to take effect.

Almost simultaneously with the Zhao family's post, the official account released a statement.

First, the Shanghai police issued a notice saying that they had received reports from the public and had established a special task force to investigate the Wang family for suspected child abandonment and illegal organ harvesting.

Then the Shanghai Municipal Government Information Office forwarded the message, expressing its high concern about the matter and demanding that relevant departments handle it seriously in accordance with the law.

Following closely, CCTV News also reported on the case, with the headline: "The case of a wealthy family abandoning a baby: the truth is yet to be investigated, and justice should not be absent."

This series of operations was so fast it was dazzling.

From the time the Zhao family released the video to the official confirmation, the entire process took less than two hours.

This efficiency is ridiculously high.

The price was so high that it silenced all those who questioned in the comments section whether it was a publicity stunt or whether there was any evidence.

The stock price of the Wang family's listed company plummeted in response.

It opened at over 30 yuan, but by the close it had plummeted to just over 10 yuan, a drop of more than 50%, wiping out billions of yuan in market value.

And it's still falling.

The drop was so severe, so shocking. The candlestick chart looked like it had jumped off a cliff, plummeting straight down without even a rebound.

The Wang family panicked.

They tried to reconcile relationships with all parties in an attempt to salvage the situation.

But it didn't work.

Those business partners who usually treated them like brothers have all disappeared.

Phone calls go unanswered, WeChat messages go unanswered, and text messages disappear without a trace.

It was as if these people had never existed.

The Wang family then attempted to use the good fortune they had collected from Wang Bing to turn the situation around.

But good fortune has its limits.

It can make you make money from investments, make you find money on the street, and make everything you do go smoothly.

But it couldn't stop the public outrage.

It can help you avoid natural disasters, man-made calamities, and all sorts of accidents.

But it couldn't stop the anger of 1.4 billion people.

Forget about good fortune; even if the dragon's aura were to arrive, seeing this spectacle, all they could do was shake their heads, sigh, and say, "They're doomed; there's no hope."

The Wang family's sky has fallen.

At this very moment, Ji Zuodao was sitting in the office of Bureau 749, with his legs crossed, eating sunflower seeds, scrolling through his phone, watching the Wang family's stock price plummet, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Su Xiaoxiao walked in carrying a cup of tea. Seeing his appearance, she curiously leaned over for a look: "Oh, it's hit the daily limit down? It's only the first day, right?"

Ji Zuodao cracked open a sunflower seed, spat the shell onto the table, and chuckled, "It hit the daily limit down on the first day, and there are still several days to go. Just wait, I'll show them what true financial freedom is, the kind where you're so free you don't have a single penny left."

Ji Zuodao holds grudges. Although this will cost him a lot of money, which is a bit painful, but...

Damn, that felt so good.

Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at Ji Zuodao's pained yet satisfied expression, but a smile also appeared on her lips.

She placed the teacup in front of Ji Zuodao and said softly, "Alright, stop being so happy. Old Master Zhao called, asking when you're going to Shanghai."

Ji Zuodao tossed the melon seeds onto the table, clapped his hands, stood up, and stretched.

Tell him he'll arrive tomorrow.

He walked to the window, looked at the gray sky outside, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

The foreplay is over.

The main character should make his appearance now.