From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of life

I haven't even started to make a move against him yet, and this is already the second wave.

I don't even dare to think about what methods he might use to come knocking on my door tomorrow or the day after.

At this moment, a sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart, pressing heavily on my chest.

Why is it so difficult for ordinary people at the bottom of society to make a living by doing small businesses?

At the counter, several law enforcement officers, looking serious, checked the documents one by one and reviewed the store's accounts.

My cousin, standing to the side, grew increasingly flustered, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He lowered his voice and hurriedly spoke:

"Yezi, we're doomed! We've inherited a mess left by Liu Dong. We're definitely going to find out the problem today, and the site will be shut down and fined!"

My anger surged, but my mind remained unusually calm and clear.

From the very first day I took over this loss-making courier station, I predicted that this day would come.

I knew Fang Heng wouldn't let this go, and I also knew that Liu Dong had left a lot of mess at the courier station.

So after I took over this courier station, I have been organizing the procedures, filling in the records, and inspecting the fire-fighting equipment.

I've fixed all the loopholes.

All procedures were compliant and complete.

Business license, express delivery industry registration certificate, fire safety inspection report, daily income and expenditure ledger, employee registration record, equipment maintenance record...

I've been completely open and honest about everything and I'm not afraid of being investigated at all.

The staff took the documents and carefully checked them one by one.

All documents are complete, the filing is compliant, the fire-fighting equipment is in good working order, the safety passages are unobstructed, the ledgers are clear and accurate, and the tax declarations are complete without any omissions.

It's flawless!

The person in charge of the team checked the information twice and then personally inspected the store.

Finally, he put away his law enforcement record book, and his attitude towards me became noticeably more polite, speaking in a businesslike manner:

"Thank you for your cooperation. All procedures are in compliance with regulations, and there are no issues with illegal operations. Verification complete."

Upon hearing this, my cousin let out a long sigh of relief, his whole body relaxing.

After watching the staff leave, my cousin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice filled with lingering fear and excitement:

"I was so scared! My heart was in my throat. I really thought the site would be shut down and we'd lose our jobs right after starting work!"

I watched the two law enforcement vehicles drive away, but I felt no excitement whatsoever.

Surviving this time doesn't mean you're always safe.

This also reminded me that Fang Heng was determined to destroy me completely.

You might escape this time, but there will be a next time, and the time after that.

If he suffers a setback once, the subsequent suppression will inevitably escalate.

This approach of simply dealing with him is not a solution; the only way is to fight back and ensure he never has another chance to lay a hand on me.

I sat down, lit a cigarette, and carefully considered my next plan.

Tonight, Qiqi and the others will be live-streaming and revealing all the inside information. The screen recordings will be spread all over the internet. This is the only way I can fight back against Fang Heng right now.

However, the shortcomings remain: I have no power or influence, I don't know any professional media editing bloggers, and I can't connect with influential figures who have their own following to help me create momentum.

On second thought, big bloggers might not be effective; they could easily have their videos taken down by Fang Heng's public relations efforts.

The best way is to use sheer numbers!

I haven't left my old food delivery group yet. There are hundreds of delivery guys in the group, and everyone has several mobile phones.

With that in mind, I didn't hesitate any longer. I immediately opened the large group chat for food delivery and sent a message directly:

"Hey guys, anyone free right now? I need a little help out."

This group of delivery guys has always helped each other, and they are honest and righteous. I often cover for them when I'm on a delivery route, so they've always been well-liked.

Within three seconds of the message being sent, replies began popping up in the group chat.

"You're free! If you need anything, just let us know. We brothers will definitely help if we can!"

"Brother Ye, it's all over the group chat, you've been blacklisted by the entire food delivery industry? Who on earth is so malicious as to target you like this?"

I sent a helpless, wry smile emoji and simply said, "I've offended some well-off people in the city and am being targeted and suppressed. I do have a small matter to trouble everyone with right now."

"Don't be so polite, Brother Ye, just tell me what you want to do!"

My brothers all support me, after all, we usually have a good relationship.

Seeing the screen full of supportive messages warmed my heart.

I didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Several live streamers will be exposing the shady dealings of a media company by name. I need everyone to record their exposés at specific times, edit them into simple clips, and then post them to all the short video platforms."

No one refused; someone immediately expressed their opinion:

"Is that all? It's nothing."

"No problem, which livestream room? I'll even stop delivering food, I'll just keep an eye on it."

I immediately said, "Thanks, everyone. I'll send the links to these live streams to the group later. Everyone can spread out and watch them, and help share and spread each video."

These rider brothers never ask for reasons, they just trust me as a person. This unconditional trust is far more valuable than capital or connections.

Since I can't connect with top influencers, I'll rely on a massive online presence of thousands of individual investors to create momentum.

The videos were released in a deluge, and Fang Heng couldn't delete them all even with money, nor could he control the online buzz.

In the afternoon, my cousin and Yang Hao went out to familiarize themselves with the express delivery process.

I stayed at the courier station, repeatedly rehearsing all the details of tonight's live broadcast, checking for any omissions or gaps.

I must think things through thoroughly and cannot afford to make any mistakes.

Otherwise, someone like Fang Heng would bite me hard once he gets the chance.

Time flew by, and it was already 7 p.m.

There was also some activity in the live streamer group. Qiqi told me that they had started live streaming one after another and had agreed to reveal secrets at the same time at 8 pm.

I immediately forwarded several live stream links to the food delivery rider group and typed:

"Brothers, these are the six live stream rooms. Be there at 8 o'clock sharp for the key segments. Thanks everyone."

After saying that, I immediately sent several red envelopes in the group chat. The amounts weren't large, but they were a token of my appreciation.

It's a favor that my brothers helped me out of loyalty, and I can't take that favor for granted.

After everything was done, all that was left was to wait.

Waiting for 8 o'clock, waiting for the six people to reveal their true identities, waiting for the screen recording clips to go viral across the internet.

This is the first time I've orchestrated a public opinion counterattack, and I feel both nervous and apprehensive, yet also excited and determined.

I opened Qiqi's live stream and stayed in the background, keeping a close eye on the screen the whole time.

In the video, Qiqi is wearing the company's uniform dance outfit, her face expressionless and numb.

She didn't interact much with the audience; she just kept dancing.

I was actually a little nervous, afraid that someone might back out at the last minute, or that the company might notice something amiss beforehand.

Time flew by and it was already 8 p.m. After Qiqi finished her dance, she returned to the camera.

She raised her hand to straighten the microphone, her previously unfocused gaze suddenly hardening, and her clear, resonant voice rang out:

"Let me take a few minutes to rest. Today I want to tell you all something I've kept to myself for a long time. My long-time followers know that I'm signed with the agency Xingyao Media, and today I'm filing a formal complaint against this company."

"My real name is Lu Jiaqi. When I joined the company, I was misled by HR's persuasive tactics and signed a five-year unfair contract with hidden legal loopholes. After six months of employment, the company only paid me a base salary of 4,000 yuan per month, deducting all my live-streaming tips and sales commissions, and forcing me to shoot videos and stay up all night to do live streams without pay..."

"I reported it to the police and filed a lawsuit offline, but all to no avail. The platform and the police insisted on the terms of the paper contract!"

"I'm not the only one. There are five other female anchors in the company who have had the exact same experience as me. They were all forced to sign contracts and are now trapped here. The company has been exploiting its artists for a long time and is suspected of tax evasion..."

The key words had barely landed, and the words hadn't even finished being spoken.

The live stream screen suddenly went black, and the system message read: "The live stream has been forcibly closed."

It ended abruptly after just a few seconds!