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

Zhang Chengdong was silent for a few minutes, presumably reviewing the materials Qin Lang had sent. After a while, he replied: "The materials are sufficient. I can take this case. I'll retrieve the other party's identity information this morning and get back to you this afternoon."

Qin Lang: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Brother Zhang. Let's invite Brother Yong over another day, and everyone can get together."

Having settled things with the lawyer, Qin Lang opened another chat window: Zhou Ruoyun. Before parting ways at the Western restaurant last night, Zhou Ruoyun had proactively added him on WeChat, saying there was something on the project that they could discuss anytime.

Qin Lang thought for a moment and first sent a document to Zhou Ruoyun. The document contained supplementary materials analyzing the flow of funds in the Dongcheng New District project in Liaobei City. It detailed the Zhao family's financial operation model in the Dongcheng New District project and showed obvious signs of targeted bidding during the listing and transfer of a certain piece of land.

After sending the document, Qin Lang added a note: "Sister Zhou, what I just sent you were some supplementary materials for yesterday's report. You can refer to them. Also, I wanted to remind you of something..."

After a ten-second pause, Qin Lang sent another message: "At the executive meeting next Tuesday, someone will propose adjusting the heads of five departments in the Chengdong Development Zone. You can think about which five departments they are referring to yourself. If your Zhou family has any ideas..."

Qin Lang didn't edit the rest of the content; he believed that Zhou Ruoyun, with her intelligence, would definitely be able to understand it.

After sending these two messages, Zhou Ruoyun replied two minutes later: "This issue hasn't been officially announced yet. Where did you get this information from?"

Qin Lang looked at the message, a slight smirk playing on his lips. After hesitating for two seconds, he began typing: "Sister Zhou, as I've said before, I have my own channels. As a friend, I'm just casually reminding you. Whether you're willing to seize this opportunity or not is your own business."

After sending the message, Qin Lang didn't wait for Zhou Ruoyun's reply. He put down his phone and went to eat the breakfast Xu Han had prepared.

Xu Han, Ruan Zhihuan, Su Yue, and Wu Xiaoxiao seem to have reached an agreement to take turns making breakfast. Ruan Zhihuan made it yesterday, and it's Xu Han's turn today.

Each person receives an egg, a slice of whole wheat bread, and a cup of black coffee.

Qin Lang finished eating quickly, then sat down at his desk, turned on his computer, and began writing his novel, "The Undying Yuan Zun." He had no classes today, and planned to write 30,000 words in a row. After all, having more drafts would put him at ease.

As for the haters who came from Bilibili's silly animations and the malicious comments they left under the novel, they didn't affect Qin Lang's mindset at all. In his previous life, he was a screenwriter for short dramas, and the client asked him to revise the script thirty-eight times. In the end, the client chose the first draft. He could laugh off that kind of torment. Therefore, these insignificant malicious comments were not worth mentioning to him.

Continue, update when necessary, write when necessary. Qin Lang's motto is: You can criticize all you want, I'll make my money.

Qin Lang was engrossed in writing, sitting for three hours straight. At noon, he had written 12,000 words of drafts, checked them, and set them to be released on a scheduled basis, following the release times of the previous chapters.

Then he refreshed the Bilibili backend and saw that the finale of "Shrimp Cultivates Immortality" had surpassed 200 million views. On the Bilibili platform, a content creator achieving 200 million views for a single episode is considered top-tier. His account also now boasts over two million followers, most of whom are new viewers who became fans after watching the finale.

Two videos by the self-proclaimed "entertainment industry shrew" criticizing him actually garnered significant traffic. This is the magical reality of the internet age: the more people criticize you, the more people see you. As the saying goes, even negative publicity is still publicity.

Qin Lang looked at the data curve in the backend, a slight smile playing on his lips. The biggest contributor to this surge in traffic was none other than Zhao Zhiheng, the young master, who had personally funded this massive promotional campaign for him.

"Young Master Zhao... what a good person..." Qin Lang muttered to himself, then opened QQ and sent a message to Old Z, whom he hadn't contacted in a long time.

Qin Lang: "Old Z, are you busy?"

Within seconds, Old Z replied: "I just collaborated with Eagle Falcon on something. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

Ever since Old Z learned that Qin Lang knew Eagle Falcon and helped connect the two online, his attitude towards Qin Lang has become very friendly.

Qin Lang: "Make me a diagram."

Old Z: "No problem, just send me your requirements."

Qin Lang: "Here's a screenshot of a statement. I've already written the content; could you please help with the layout? Keep it simple and avoid anything fancy."

Old Z: "Okay, I'll make it for you right away."

Qin Lang sent over the statement. It was very simple, less than three hundred words, with the core points being: First, the accusation of "plagiarism" is purely malicious fabrication; he has already entrusted a lawyer to secure evidence. Second, regarding the accusation of "unpaid wages," his studio is currently in the preparatory stage and has not employed any staff; the claim of "unpaid wages" is unfounded. Third, a lawyer's letter has been sent to the operator of the "Entertainment Industry Zhou Bapi" account, demanding the deletion of the infringing video and a public apology within 24 hours, otherwise legal action will be taken.

Old Z was very fast; he finished the drawing in less than half an hour and sent it to Qin Lang.

Qin Lang glanced at it; the layout was clean and neat, highlighting the keywords that needed to be emphasized and keeping the auxiliary information low-key. The overall style matched the tone of his account very well.

Qin Lang replied to Old Z: "Very good, thanks!"

Old Z: "You're welcome... By the way, does what you said before still stand?"

Upon seeing this message, Qin Lang was stunned. What had he said before?

Qin Lang: "...?"

Old Z: "I'm planning to go to your hometown in the north. I'll go in a few days."

Old Z is coming to Liaobei… Qin Lang was a little surprised, then remembered what he had said before: when Old Z came to Liaobei, he would introduce him to beautiful women. However, Old Z's reply at the time was… he doesn't like women…

Qin Lang replied, "Very good, a warm welcome..."

He closed the QQ chat window, logged back into his Bilibili account, posted a screenshot of the statement, and added the following text: "Regarding the recent false statements against me online, I hereby make the following statement. Rumors stop with the wise, and also with the law."

The comments section exploded shortly after the photos and text were posted.

"Shrimp's got guts! Send a lawyer's letter straight away, no wasting words!"

"Support my Shrimp God! Didn't those rotten fish and shrimp say that Shrimp God was too guilty to respond? Now that he's responded, let's see how you respond!"

"I work in the legal field. This silly shrimp is going to use the law to defend its rights. Do you need any help? It's free."

"I knew Shrimp would never do something as despicable as plagiarism, but you all insisted on joining the condemnation. Now you're proven wrong, aren't you?"

However, many of the "entertainment industry swindlers" who are known for their blatant exploitation of the public are still holding out.

"It's just a lawyer's letter, not a real lawsuit. Who are you trying to scare?"

"That's just bluffing!"

"..."