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

Zhou Ruoyun stared at Qin Lang for five seconds, then suddenly laughed, "Qin Lang, you must be mistaken. How could my dad possibly accept anything from the Zhao family?"

"Sister Zhou, take a look at this..."

As he spoke, Qin Lang took out a sealed kraft paper envelope from his bag and pushed it in front of Zhou Ruoyun.

"What's this?" Zhou Ruoyun looked at the envelope but didn't reach out to take it.

Qin Lang: "Some of the Zhao family's financial records over the past three years. This includes the path they used to transfer funds through seven shell companies, as well as some irregularities involved in obtaining land approval for the Dongcheng New Area project."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ruoyun's expression changed.

Wu Yong's expression changed; he understood Qin Lang less and less.

Zhou Ruoyun reached for the envelope, tore open the seal, and pulled out the document inside. Inside was a detailed report that Qin Lang had compiled based on his memories from his previous life and information he had gathered from public sources.

All the information and figures in the report are true; Qin Lang did not fabricate anything. All the data comes from publicly available business registration information, land auction announcements, and financial reports of companies under the Zhao family. After connecting these publicly available information in the correct logical order, what is revealed is a complete and shocking network of illicit transfer of benefits.

Zhou Ruoyun stared intently at the document, his expression shifting repeatedly, from indifference to seriousness, and from seriousness to shock…

She flipped through the pages for almost ten minutes, finishing the last word. She looked up at Qin Lang with a complex expression, her voice slightly hoarse, "How...how did you get these?"

"I naturally have my own channels, and I'm sorry, Sister Zhou, I can't say." Qin Lang shook his head, still smiling. "But I can guarantee that every single number on this is real. Everything the Zhao family is doing now is actually digging a pit for the Zhou family, using the Zhou family as a scapegoat."

Zhou Ruoyun didn't say anything, glanced at Wu Yong next to him, hesitated for a moment, and then handed the report to him.

Wu Yong took the report, and after reading only the beginning, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why are you telling me this?" Zhou Ruoyun looked into Qin Lang's eyes. "What grudge do you have against the Zhao family?"

"It's not really a grudge. They just wanted to find one of their own to replace Brother Yong, but I ruined their plans. So, they want to get rid of me as soon as possible," Qin Lang said casually.

"Xiao Qin, I'm sorry..." Wu Yong knew that Qin Lang had incurred the wrath of the Zhao family because he had reminded him.

"Brother Yong, don't blame yourself. Since I chose to help you, I was naturally prepared to offend the Zhao family." Before Wu Yong could finish speaking, Qin Lang spoke first.

"Then... why did you show me this report?" Zhou Ruoyun asked.

"Naturally, I want to use your Zhou family's sword to kill the Zhao family," Qin Lang said bluntly.

Zhou Ruoyun stared at him for a while and said, "If you give me these things, aren't you afraid I'll take them to the Zhao family and side with them?"

Qin Lang smiled, looked into Zhou Ruoyun's eyes, and said with certainty, "Hehe... I believe you."

After reading the report, Wu Yong took a deep breath, said nothing, and gently placed the report back on the table.

Zhou Ruoyun put the document back into the envelope, sealed it, and then put it into his handbag.

She picked up her glass of red wine, clinked it with the two men's, took a sip, and then said to Qin Lang, "I'll have the project manager contact you about the plan. As for the Zhao family and my father that you mentioned... I need some time to think about it."

Qin Lang took a sip of red wine, a confident smile on his face, and said, "Okay, Sister Zhou. No rush."

……

In the manager's office of Xiangcheng Group,

Zhao Zhiheng was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine. On the coffee table in front of him was a laptop, with the latest video of "Entertainment Industry Brutalizer" on the screen.

The video has been viewed over 500,000 times, and the comments section is filled with angry remarks about Qin Lang. Some people have even started digging up Qin Lang's personal information, posting his school, major, and even the address of his residential community.

As Zhao Zhiheng read the comments, the corners of his mouth widened. He took a drag of his cigarette, a smug expression on his face.

Standing beside him, Shen Jie adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone tinged with worry, and said, "Young Master Zhao, I have a feeling that Qin Lang isn't an ordinary college student. He's gotten in touch with both Wu Yong and Zhou Ruoyun. Isn't it risky for us to take this action against him?"

Zhao Zhiheng scoffed and said disdainfully, "Risk? What risks could he possibly face? A poor student who made a little money by making a few crappy animations thinks he can do whatever he wants in Liaobei? Let me tell you, in Liaobei, the Zhao family is the one who calls the shots."

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, picked up his phone, and sent a message to "Entertainment Industry Scoundrel": "Release the second wave tomorrow, dig up more dirt on Qin Lang, and if there isn't any, make it believable."

The other party quickly replied: "Making this kind of video is very troublesome and requires a lot of manpower and resources. So... you'll have to pay more."

"More money? No problem. If you do a good job, I'll give you double the money," Zhao Zhiguo said magnanimously.

This time, the other party replied instantly: "Don't worry, sir, there's another surprise tomorrow."

Zhao Zhiheng locked his phone, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and wore a satisfied smile. He was already imagining Qin Lang's expression when he saw those damaging stories: panic, anger, helplessness, and finally, surrender, kneeling before him and begging for mercy.

"Overestimating yourself," Zhao Zhiheng muttered to himself. "You're far from being able to compete with me."

Shen Jie stood to the side, watching Zhao Zhiheng's smug expression. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words back in the end.

However, the bad feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

There was something off about that young man named Qin Lang. He was too calm, unnaturally calm. A nineteen-year-old college student, knowing he had offended the Zhao family, a powerful family in Liaobei City, was acting as if nothing had happened, showing absolutely no reaction.

Furthermore, despite being falsely accused of plagiarism and having his personal information exposed, he has not responded at all. His novel continues to be serialized as usual, and his social media remains calm, as if none of this ever happened.

His composure suggests only two possibilities: First, he doesn't take the Zhao family seriously at all and has sufficient confidence. Second, he's terrified, knows he can't escape, and has simply given up the struggle.

Shen Jie believed that the second scenario was almost impossible, because he had met Qin Lang, and someone with that kind of aura couldn't possibly be a coward...