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

On this day, Qin Lang had nothing to do and was having an in-depth discussion with Xu Han about some creative issues when he suddenly received a phone call.

It was the studio's rental agency calling, saying that Qin Lang had credit issues and they refused to rent to him. As for the deposit, it would be returned in full.

Qin Lang put down his phone, his eyes narrowing. They had clearly reached an agreement and signed the contract, but now they were backing out. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Soon, another call came in. It was the editor who had been hired yesterday. They had almost reached an agreement, but he told Qin Lang that the salary he offered was too low and he wouldn't be coming.

Furthermore, other photographers, voice actors, and screenwriters all called or sent messages, urging Qin Lang, the prospective boss, to fire them.

Individually, each of these events seems like an accident caused by objective factors. But when put together, they are no longer accidents.

Qin Lang pulled up his pants, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Shen Jie... or Zhao Zhiheng? Is that all?"

He had seen these tactics many times in his previous life; to put it bluntly, they were the simplest and most brutal forms of suppression.

This tactic really works in a third-tier city like Taipei. The Zhao family, a Brahmin family, has been rooted here for decades, with a complex network of relationships from top to bottom. A single phone call can make a junior manager delay things for a few more days, and a single word can cause a deal to fall through suddenly.

In fact, Zhao Zhiheng didn't even need to show his face; he only needed to instruct his subordinates to block Qin Lang's paths one by one.

Qin Lang pondered for a moment, picked up his phone, scrolled to Wu Yong's profile picture in his contacts, typed a few words, and sent them.

"Brother Yong, which department is in charge of leasing office space in the Dongcheng New District?"

Wu Yong quickly replied, "China Merchants Group, what's wrong?"

Qin Lang: "Is Zhou Ruoyun at the China Merchants Group?"

Wu Yong: "Yes, she's the head of the General Affairs Section at the Investment Promotion Bureau. You're looking for her?"

Qin Lang typed "Mm," then sent another message: "Brother Yong, help me make an appointment with Sister Zhou. Tell her I want to treat her to dinner."

After a moment of silence, Wu Yong replied, "You're not thinking about making a move on Zhou Ruoyun, are you? I'm warning you, she's not an ordinary person. She's not someone an average man can handle."

Qin Lang: "You're overthinking it. I just wanted to talk to her about the project."

Turning off his phone screen, Qin Lang sat down at his computer and began writing the next chapter of "The Undying Yuan Zun".

The next morning, Zhao Zhiheng was looking at the planning map of the Dongcheng New Area project in his office.

Wang Kai pushed the door open and came in. "Young Master Zhao, I just received news that Zhou Ruoyun from the Zhou family inquired about the leasing of office buildings in Dongcheng through internal channels. He even specifically asked why an office building affiliated with Xiangcheng Industrial is not renting out to individual studios."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhiheng's pupils contracted slightly. "Zhou Ruoyun... Zhou Hongyuan's granddaughter... the head of the General Affairs Section of the Investment Promotion Bureau..."

This woman doesn't usually show her face much, but her background commands respect from everyone; she's from the Zhou family. And the Zhou family's power is far beyond what the Zhao family can match.

"He's hooked up with Zhou Ruoyun?" Zhao Zhiheng's voice turned cold.

"It seems so." Wang Kai pushed up his glasses and reported to Zhao Zhiheng, "When Wu Yong brought him to the party that day, he introduced him to Zhou Ruoyun. And as far as I know, Zhou Ruoyun is currently working on a short video project to promote the city's image, and it seems that he has handed over the project to Qin Lang to work on the proposal."

Zhao Zhiheng's eyelids twitched. He wasn't afraid of Qin Lang or Wu Yong, but Zhou Ruoyun... this woman, he had to think twice.

Zhao Zhiheng took a deep breath to calm himself down. He had been influenced by his father, Zhao Xiangcheng, since childhood. He could not speak of other skills, but there was one thing he remembered very clearly: when you do not know your opponent's biggest trump card, do not rush to play your card.

"Keep an eye on him." That was all Zhao Zhiheng said in the end.

"Yes." Wang Kai nodded, then turned and left.

While waiting for Wu Yong to help him arrange a meeting with Zhou Ruoyun, Qin Lang wasn't idle either. He decided to make a move to alert the enemy first...

He registered a new social media account named "Mr. Liaobei Zhiyan" with a smiling cartoon husky as his profile picture and the verified information stating "cultural media practitioner".

The account's first post was a long article titled "Behind a 1.5 Billion Yuan Project," which was 2,000 words long.

The article didn't name any specific company, individual, or project. He used phrases like "a third-tier city in northern China," "a large private enterprise," and "a commercial complex in a certain urban area." But after reading the whole thing, and given the account name "Mr. Speaking Frankly About Northern Taiwan," anyone with even a slight understanding of the current situation in Taipei could vaguely make connections.

In this article, he used publicly available land transfer announcements, combined with the conventional costs of the real estate industry and the rate of return on investment for commercial real estate, to calculate a simple account and roughly simulate the possible financial model and risk points of such projects.

These might be a bit too technical, so Qin Lang explained them to ordinary people in the simplest and most straightforward language.

At the end of this article, he wrote the following:

"Everyone, I'm not saying that any project is necessarily problematic. I just want to tell you that when a project claiming to be worth billions is established, don't just look at it from a bystander's perspective."

"Everyone should think about these questions: Where did the money come from? How was the land acquired? Could it be related to you? And... why must certain steps be handled by specific people?"

The article didn't get a high readership, but the number of reposts and the reach of screenshots had a significant impact on the business community in Taipei.

When Zhao Xiangcheng saw this article, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Who did this?" He slammed his phone on the table, his voice filled with anger. "Who exactly is this 'Mr. Straightforward Chatter'?"

Zhao Zhiheng stood to the side, his expression also not very good. He had already guessed that this person was almost certainly Qin Lang.

I never expected that kid to pull this tactic, writing a short essay... Damn it, those damned intellectuals.

His article caused everyone who follows business developments in Taipei to begin questioning the Zhao family's project.

"It must be Qin Lang," Zhao Zhiheng said through gritted teeth.

Zhao Xiangcheng looked up at his son and asked, "Who is Qin Lang?"

He only knew that he encountered some trouble in the process of replacing Wu Yong, but he did not inquire about the specific details. After all, such minor matters could usually be handled by his assistant, secretary, or son.

Zhao Zhiheng reported the whole story to his father, including all the details he had gathered about Qin Lang.

"He's just a student, and you can't even handle him?" Zhao Xiangcheng said, glaring at his son with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"I can handle it." Zhao Zhiheng left the president's office, his face so gloomy it could wring water out of it.