Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

At 2 p.m., Qin Lang looked at the edited video. It was four and a half minutes long, with a serious and professional style. With its deep narration and dark-toned visuals, it did look quite convincing.

However, there was one shot in particular that he wasn't very satisfied with.

It's a scene about a technician at Yulong Hot Spring giving a customer "music guidance". He and Xu Han filmed this scene several times, but it never felt natural.

Looking at the screen, Qin Lang clicked his tongue and said, "Tsk, still not very professional here... How about we film it again..."

"Get lost! It's all blurred out, how can you tell if it's professional or not?" Xu Han interrupted him, speaking coldly.

"Brother Lang, how about we give it a try?" Su Yue volunteered at this moment.

Qin Lang glanced at Su Yue, and thought, "Fine... never mind, health is more important."

"There's no time," Qin Lang said, waving his hand resentfully.

Instead of posting the video directly on a public platform, he uploaded it to an encrypted cloud drive and created a private link.

Then, using the virtual WeChat account that Lao Z had helped him register, he packaged one of them as an "investigative journalist" account. The profile picture was a silhouette holding a camera, and the bio read "Freelance writer, focusing on social issues and people's livelihood, exposing injustices."

This account has not posted any content, only a link to a private video.

Next, Qin Lang called Huang Ziqiang and asked him to call Qiao Desheng, saying that the money was almost raised, but he couldn't transfer it for fear of being caught, and needed to hand it over to him in cash in person.

When Qiao Desheng heard that the money had been raised, he naturally wouldn't refuse; cash was even better, as he preferred cash.

So, following Qin Lang's instructions, Huang Ziqiang made an appointment with Qiao Desheng to meet at a small internet cafe near Yulong Hot Spring an hour later.

Qin Lang followed, but did not participate directly. He wore a hat and a mask and sat opposite. The internet cafe was dimly lit, so he could not be seen unless he was right in front of him.

Huang Ziqiang went into the internet cafe and found Qiao Desheng. Qiao Desheng was wearing a black polo shirt today, the collar open, revealing the thick gold chain around his neck. He had a smug smile on his face, seemingly certain that Huang Ziqiang's 30,000 yuan would soon be in his hands.

"Kid, where's the money?" Qiao Desheng asked Huang Ziqiang directly.

Following Qin Lang's instructions, Huang Ziqiang said with a troubled expression, "Brother Qiao, I've raised the money, but I'm still short 10,000... Could you give me a few more days? I promise..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Desheng's face immediately darkened: "Ten thousand short? Are you kidding me?"

"No, no, Brother Qiao, listen to me..." Huang Ziqiang quickly waved his hand, then casually took out a piece of paper from his pocket, glanced at it, and then "carefully" stuffed it back in.

Qiao Desheng saw this action and assumed it was something valuable.

"What is it?" Qiao Desheng reached out to grab it.

Huang Ziqiang pretended to panic and protected his pocket, but then "accidentally" let the note fall out.

Qiao Desheng reacted quickly, picked up the note, unfolded it, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The screen displayed a website address and the following text: "Investigation into the inside story of Yulong Hot Spring, internal video, please do not distribute."

Qiao Desheng's expression changed instantly. He stared at Huang Ziqiang, his eyes filled with a sinister glint as he demanded, "What is this?"

Huang Ziqiang feigned a bewildered expression and stammered, "I...I don't know either...A friend sent it to me, saying it was a video of some kind of hot spring called Yulong Hot Spring...I haven't had a chance to watch it yet..."

Qiao Desheng grabbed Huang Ziqiang by the collar and whispered, "Who is your friend? Where did he get this?"

"I really don't know, Brother Qiao!" Huang Ziqiang's voice was trembling with tears. "It's just an online friend, we met in a game. He said he works in social media, and a while ago he suddenly sent me this link... I didn't even click on it..."

Qiao Desheng released his grip, his expression uncertain. Three seconds later, he turned on a computer next to him and entered the website address from the note. The page opened; it was a cloud drive link, requiring a retrieval code.

"What's the extraction code?" Qiao Desheng asked Huang Ziqiang with a cold look in his eyes, the words being spat out through clenched teeth.

"I...I really don't know. He...he just said a few letters to me, something like 'QNMB,' and I...I don't know what it means," Huang Ziqiang said nervously.

Qiao Desheng cursed "NMB", typed "QNMB" on his phone, and the next second, a video appeared on the screen.

He clicked on the video. Qiao Desheng watched the four-and-a-half-minute video from beginning to end, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Although the video did not directly name Yulong Hot Spring as engaging in extortion, the statements such as "according to insiders" and "reported by some internal employees" were enough to leave much to the imagination.

In particular, some of the scenes showing the technicians providing services are truly inappropriate for children and have gone beyond the scope of legitimate services.

At the end of the video, a line of large text appeared on the screen: "This investigation will continue, and we welcome anyone with information to come forward. Justice may be delayed, but it will never be denied."

After watching the entire video, large beads of sweat were already forming on Qiao Desheng's forehead. He turned off the video, looked at Huang Ziqiang, and asked sternly, "Besides you, who else has seen this video?"

"N-nothing..." Huang Ziqiang shook his head vigorously, "I just received a link, I...I haven't even watched this video..."

Qiao Desheng grabbed Huang Ziqiang's shirt with one hand, staring into his eyes for over ten seconds. Finally, he released his grip, took a deep breath,

His tone suddenly softened considerably: "Um, let's put the money aside for now. Give me your friend's contact information, and don't mention this to anyone, understand?"

Huang Ziqiang nodded quickly and gave Qiao Desheng a WeChat account that he had prepared beforehand.

This WeChat account is the "investigative journalist" account that Qin Lang registered using a virtual identity.

After getting the WeChat account, Qiao Desheng didn't do anything else and hurriedly left the internet cafe. Huang Ziqiang sat in his seat, his hands still trembling, looking at Qin Lang across from him.

Qin Lang responded with an "OK" gesture.

The fish has taken the bait. Now it's time to reel it in.

Qin Lang logged into the "investigative journalist" account on the computer in front of him, set his WeChat Moments to "only visible to friends," and then posted a status update: "The investigation into the Yulong Hot Spring incident that everyone is concerned about is still ongoing. The truth behind this bathhouse will soon be revealed. Thank you to all the friends who provided clues; your trust is my motivation to move forward."

Following the text, Qin Lang also included a blurry screenshot showing the administrative penalty record of Yulong Hot Spring.

He knew that Qiao Desheng would definitely see this post.