A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Gu Qingshang picked up his phone and said, "I've arranged for a lawyer to coordinate with your uncle and aunt. The restaurant's lost revenue, canceled orders, and delayed deliveries will all be recorded by time."

Su Niannian pressed the spatula back onto the stone table.

"OK."

She wiped the corner of her eye and stared at the secretly taken photo.

"If they dare to go, I'll make them come back with a compensation claim."

Chen Lang lowered his eyes and opened the old game recording.

The dark purple supercar sped along the outer edge of the mountain road into the bend. The headlights swept across the shoulder, and the right tire kicked up gravel; beyond the guardrail lay the valley.

The girl in the passenger seat was wearing an off-shoulder dress, her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat. Xiao Yunlong was controlling the steering wheel with one hand and holding up his phone with the other, pushing the camera in front of her.

"Look at the camera."

"laugh."

The girl pursed her lips. Two seconds later, she forced a smile.

Chen Lang's thumb stopped on the progress bar, and his legs, which had been resting on the back of the chair, were pulled back to the ground.

"Is the original video still available?"

Ye Xingyu nodded.

"exist."

"I used an anonymous account to back up the data to the cloud, and I kept the original video and the extraction code."

Send it to me.

Chen Lang zoomed in on the cornering scene, tapping on the rear of the car, the tires, and the chassis in turn.

"The rear wing is too large, the suspension is too low, and the tires used are racing tires."

"Regular competitions require vehicle inspections, grouping, and verification of safety features. This car won't pass the inspection if it remains in its current condition."

The screen was zoomed back to the location where the speed limit sign appeared.

"This is a public mountain road."

"Without road closure permits, it will be treated as speeding on the highway. Even with permits, ambulances, fire trucks, rescue points, and emergency access routes must be provided."

Chen Lang tapped the screen.

"There's nothing in the video."

He glanced at the crowd.

"Let's look at the passenger seat."

"He was untrained, not wearing protective clothing, and didn't have a helmet or restraints. Yet he still dared to use one hand to slap people."

"The vehicle was involved in a minor collision, and the passenger in the front seat received no basic protection."

"This video recording will be given to the event management department, and they will be able to find out the event's qualifications from the vehicle modifications."

Su Niannian stared at him.

"Tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

Chen Lang put his phone back on the stone table and got up to pull out a chair.

"The Su Family Restaurant will remain open for business as usual. If there is any harassment, we will collect evidence through surveillance cameras, call the police and obtain a receipt, and have the business losses calculated by our lawyers."

"At the bend in the road, let's find the girl who rode in that car before."

"For those who are willing to speak out, we will help them keep records. For those who do not wish to appear in public, we will keep their information anonymous. We will not force people to stand in front of the camera."

"This matter cannot be resolved solely by terminating Xingyu's contract."

He turned to Ye Xingyu.

"Send me the contract, supplementary agreement, agent chat logs, team roster, and original live stream footage from previous years."

"What's the name of the person who sat in the passenger seat? Which company did they work for? Can you still contact a few of them?"

Ye Xingyu opened her phone's notes app.

The screen was filled with names, dates, and pinyin abbreviations. Some people had left the industry, some had been blacklisted, and some had even deleted their accounts.

"I remember more than half of it."

She bit her lower lip and met Chen Lang's gaze.

"There are a few people who are afraid to come forward and testify."

"I can find all the original live stream footage. I can also make up for the missing time by using screen recordings from other accounts."

She clenched her fingers and pressed her fist against her knee.

"If it really comes to court, I'll go."

Chen Lang stared at her for a few seconds.

"Okay, remember that sentence."

"We are not asking Xiao Yunlong to release the people, nor are we going to talk to Xingyao about making an exception for us."

"Once we have enough evidence, we will proceed according to procedure."

He picked up the phone containing the threatening records and slammed it onto the table.

"If they want to act tough, let them talk to the police, lawyers, and judges."

Chen Lang took a black laptop from the equipment bag, opened the screen, and connected a portable hard drive.

"Shen, set up an evidence database."

"Chat logs, original video clips, and webpage screenshots are all dated. The originals are stored separately, and only copies are used for analysis."

"We should also create a catalog for Su's restaurant. It should include all the CCTV footage, police reports, order losses, and unusual negative reviews."

"If they dare to accuse us of forgery, then submit the document source, transmission records, and verification results together."

Shen Qingci pulled the computer to his side. The sound of keyboard clicks echoed along the courtyard wall.

"Make three offline backups and save them to different devices."

"The original file is locked, and a checksum is calculated for each document. Changing even a single byte will alter the result."

She created a storage directory and numbered each piece of evidence.

"Archive snapshots of web pages and accounts."

"The platform logs will leave traces of the other party deleting posts, removing videos, and changing text, and you can apply to retrieve them later."

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her.

"Student Shen, you've completed your apprenticeship."

Shen Qingci pressed the Enter key.

"The teacher did a decent job."

Bai Weiwei carried the pottery jar and walked to Ye Xingyu's side.

Hot roasted tea falls into the ceramic cup, and the aroma of caramelized milk spreads along the rim of the cup.

She placed the cup against the back of Ye Xingyu's hand and turned the rim of the cup to a position where it would be easy to drink.

The blue and white cloth strip on her wrist was lifted by the night breeze and brushed against the armrest of the rattan chair.

"Star Language".

Bai Weiwei leaned back in her chair and gestured with her chin toward the courtyard gate.

"This gate to the Bai family courtyard is usually not locked."

"Anyone who wants to kick down the door should first count how many people are standing in the yard."

Ye Xingyu cupped the ceramic cup with both hands.

The cup warmed my palm, and two drops of water fell into the tea soup, creating ripples.

Chen Lang turned his laptop back to face him and opened the browser and the enterprise information query page.

The screen displays the organizers, shareholders, and affiliated companies of the Jiuzhuwan Night Race.

The registered capital is 500,000.

Online posters, influencer press releases, venue hoardings, and team sponsorships—any one of these would be enough to crush this company.

Chen Lang opened several pages, arranged the publicly available company records side by side, and checked them layer by layer according to the equity information.

Behind the shareholders of the cultural media company, there are two layers of shareholding companies.

Ultimately, it ended up with an MCN agency.

Xingyao Interactive Entertainment is a wholly-owned subsidiary.

He downloaded the company report, then dragged the promotional poster for Xiao Yunlong and Ye Xingyu's joint competition into the window and zoomed in on the co-producers in the lower right corner.

"What a coincidence."

Gu Qingshang walked to the computer and leaned over to scan the screen.

"Have you uncovered their secrets?"

Chen Lang tapped the corner of the poster.

"The money for event promotion was transferred from Xingyao's own subsidiary."

"The organizers were responsible for stamping the documents, Xiao Yunlong was responsible for making appearances, and Xingyao was responsible for adding people and attracting traffic."

"Wang Rui's claim that the company doesn't get involved can only fool people who haven't checked the accounts."

He clicked on the registration information for several other competitions and listed the company names, promotional accounts, and production units in a row.

"Female celebrities are responsible for generating traffic, while the night competition is responsible for creating buzz."

"If an accident really happens, they'll use their personal activities to absolve themselves of responsibility. Once the job is done, the blame falls on the artist."

Chen Lang tugged at the collar of his windbreaker.

"Setting up the stage and putting on a show, with a clear division of labor."

Ye Xingyu stared at the poster on the computer.

Wang Rui's words are still preserved in her chat history.

"The company will not get involved."

"It was all individual behavior."

She held the ceramic cup and twirled it halfway, the tea splashing against the rim.

The promotional funds, the production company, the list of contestants—everything points to Xingyao.

At the foot of Cangshan Mountain, the bar's LED lights swept across the booths.

The subwoofer was pressed against the bottom of the glass, and the whiskey swirled along the side of the glass.

Ah Biao huddled in the corner of the sofa, his pale face reflected on his phone screen.

All the messages sent to Ye Xingyu showed as delivered.

No reply.

Across the table, Xiao Yunlong leaned against the leather sofa.

His racing suit collar was open, his watch rested on a pile of chips, and a half-empty glass of whiskey sat beside him.

He swirled the glass, and the ice cubes bumped against the side.

"Still playing dead?"

Ah Biao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Young Master Long, Ye Xingyu has Gu Qingshang supporting her, and Chen Lang is also guarding the Bai family's courtyard."

"That kid's popularity is skyrocketing lately. Motorcycles, rescuing people, live streaming from Cangshan Mountain—the whole internet is watching him."

"If he really exposes Ye Xingyu's affair, the company will be put in a very difficult position."

Xiao Yunlong lifted his eyelids.

"so what?"

Ah Biao moved forward half a body length.

"The winding road is missing a topic that can trend on the hot list."

"Chen Lang has a million followers, and his followers love watching extreme sports. Let's send him an offline challenge and ask him to participate in a cross-disciplinary competition."

"It's openly a friendly challenge, and outdoor streamers are welcome to exchange ideas."

"If he doesn't come, the media at the scene will keep asking him if he dares to do it."

"When he came, all the traffic went to our venue."

Xiao Yunlong did not interrupt.

Ah Biao glanced at him a few times and continued speaking.

"You've driven the winding road dozens of times."

"We know the schedule, the teams, the camera positions, and the broadcast schedule all like the back of our hand."

"Chen Lang has ridden a few motorcycles, and even if he's daring, he'll have to relearn the rules when he switches to a four-wheeled track."

He grinned, revealing a row of teeth.

"You suppress him in front of the entire internet."

"Those million fans came to the stadium for Chen Lang, but in the end they could only watch you cross the finish line."

"The person is his, but the hype is yours."

The subwoofer pushed against the floor, and no one spoke again at the table.

Xiao Yunlong placed the wine glass on the table and opened a secretly filmed video.

The scene was filled with crowds celebrating the Cangshan Festival.

Chen Lang stood outside the flowering tree, wearing a black windbreaker, his hair disheveled by the wind.

He was surrounded by a sea of ​​phones, but he didn't even bother with the cameras.

Xiao Yunlong dragged the video back to the beginning and played it again.

The third time it stopped, Chen Lang's nonchalant face remained fixed in the center of the screen.

Xiao Yunlong pressed his wrist against the edge of the table, and several chips rolled into the carpet.

Ah Biao sat still.

"Reaching the top of the entire internet by stepping on Chen Lang..."

Xiao Yunlong read it aloud, his teeth touching the rim of the cup.

"This scene is worth watching."

He picked up his phone and dialed his assistant's number.

"Don't send online invitations."

"Emails and private messages can be treated as spam."

Xiao Yunlong projected the secretly filmed video onto the TV in the booth, pointing his finger at Chen Lang's face.

"Let's have an offline match tomorrow."

"Set up the scene."

"The team, the media, the anchors, the audience—we called them all."

"The camera positions at the start and end points were set up in advance, and the official live broadcast room had all its lines open."

He leaned back on the sofa, his shoes pressing down on the rolling chips.

"When he comes, I'll pin him down at the bend in the road."

"If he doesn't come, we'll ask him in front of all the cameras if he dares."

Xiao Yunlong raised his wine glass and clinked it against Chen Lang's on the television screen.

"I want his million fans to see this clearly."

"How big is the difference between outdoor streamers and track enthusiasts?"