From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of life

The previously calm live stream chat exploded with comments, with many people leaving messages expressing their confusion and asking questions.

The hype surged instantly, but the live stream was shut down, and all the explanations came to an abrupt end.

My heart sank, and I immediately clicked on the live streams of the other five streamers.

The result was exactly the same: everyone was simultaneously and forcibly banned and taken offline by the backend, and no one was able to finish recounting the full story.

A strong sense of unease welled up inside me, and my heart suddenly tightened.

No doubt, Xingyao Media's internal operations had already taken precautions!

I became increasingly nervous because I had no idea what they were going through.

I quickly opened the streamer's private chat group and urgently asked:

"Are you all alright? Did they give you any trouble? If anything happens, call the police immediately, and preserve recordings and chat logs as evidence. Do not confront them directly!"

As soon as the message was sent, several messages tagging me popped up in the food delivery rider group chat.

"Don't worry, Brother Ye! All the footage from the six live streams has been recorded, word for word, and all the key testimonies have been saved!"

"I have a high-definition screen recording here. The part about reporting tax evasion is recorded clearly, without missing a single detail!"

Seeing the messages reporting that I was safe and sound in the group chat, my anxiety eased slightly, and I sent a prayer-like emoji.

He then solemnly asked everyone:

"Thanks to all the brothers for their great help. Please make sure to distribute all the live stream clips across the entire network by tomorrow morning. If any video is maliciously reported and taken down by Xingyao, please use a different account to repost it. Thank you all for your hard work. Once this is settled, I'll organize an offline gathering and treat all the brothers to drinks."

After sending the message, I put down my phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

Now that things have come to this, I've exhausted all the backup plans I could.

The rest is up to fate.

Until this matter is settled, I have no interest in dealing with any trivial matters at the courier station.

Although my stomach was aching from hunger, I had no appetite at all.

I sat at the courier station, staring intently at my phone screen, waiting for the result.

I just opened a pack of cigarettes this morning, and in just half an hour, I've already smoked most of it.

In all my years, I have never felt so anxious and panicked.

Because this time, I know very well that it is a conflict where the two sides are completely unequal in strength.

With his access to capital, company teams, and public relations resources, Fang Heng, backed by his extensive network of connections, acted with impunity.

I had nothing, no background, no power, so I could only rely on my brains to devise strategies and on the sheer number of delivery guys to fight against capital head-on.

I'm also afraid that Fang Heng will spare no expense to hire a top-notch public relations team in the industry to completely suppress all the hype surrounding the revelations.

Once public opinion is completely suppressed, not only will I fail to bring down Xingyao Media, but 776 people will also suffer, and I will lose everything.

But I'm not gambling.

I would never drag 776 people along to gamble with me.

Tonight, all six of them spoke out simultaneously, revealing irrefutable evidence.

No matter how skilled Fang Heng is in public relations, he can't silence the voices of netizens or suppress the public's sense of justice.

Evil can never prevail over good.

Time ticked by, each second feeling incredibly long.

After an unknown amount of time, the private chat group for the streamers finally lit up with a message notification.

I immediately opened it and saw that it was a text message from Anran:

"I'm fine. I slipped out in the chaos. I'm never going back to this lousy company, no matter what. I don't know what happened to the other girls, but before I ran away, I heard pushing and fighting coming from the live stream next door."

Sounds of fighting!

When I saw those three words, my heart sank.

This is the situation I was most worried about.

I'm not afraid of the plan failing, but I'm afraid that these girls, who are forced to resist, will be retaliated against and beaten by company personnel.

I suppressed my panic and quickly typed, "Are you safe right now? Is anyone following you?"

An Ran sent a voice message, her voice filled with angry curses: "I'm safe! This damn shady media company that cheats people out of their money will go bankrupt sooner or later!"

I am safe and sound, but my heart is still heavy.

There are six people in the group, but only one has reported that he is safe and sound, while the other five are still missing.

Moreover, Anran said she heard fighting sounds coming from one of the live streams, which made my heart jump into my throat again.

But I tried my best to remain calm and said to Anran, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, you're the one who should thank me. If it weren't for you enlightening us and giving us the confidence, we would never have dared to rebel against the company in our lives, and we would have just been worn down to death," An Ran replied.

As soon as the message was sent, Xiaoxue, the second streamer in the group, chimed in: "I'm safe now too. The live stream manager rushed up and confronted me, and there was chaos at the scene. I took the opportunity to escape."

An Ran replied instantly: "Xiao Xue, you're out too? Where are you now?"

"Okay, I'm going back to my dorm to get my things."

"Are you crazy? You dare go back to the dorm? Aren't you afraid the company people will come after you?"

"It's alright. The company is in complete chaos right now, and there's no time to look after the dormitories."

An Ran immediately said, "Okay, wait for me, and help me get my documents out too."

After confirming that both of them were safe, my tense nerves relaxed slightly, but my worries remained.

Four people are still missing.

I immediately asked Xiaoxue, "When you were running away, did you see where the other four people were moving?"

Xiaoxue typed back: "I couldn't see clearly, but I glimpsed Qiqi being stopped at the entrance of the live broadcast room by the company supervisor. The two were pushing and pulling each other. I was too scared to stay, so I ran away immediately."

She did the right thing; in times of chaos, self-preservation is always the top priority.

But hearing her say that made my heart sink even more.

Frustrated, he lit another cigarette and silently prayed that the remaining four people would escape safely.

After another five or six agonizing minutes, two more female livestreamers with the username "Anchor" spoke up in the group simultaneously:

"We escaped too, and we're together now. Where are you two right now? Let's meet up."

An Ran immediately replied, "Come downstairs to the dormitory. I'll wait for you here. Be careful."

"Don't worry, no one's watching us. The entire company is busy cleaning up the mess from the livestream incident; they're too busy to deal with their own problems!"

"Haha! Serves them right! This scam company will go bankrupt sooner or later!"

Watching them chat, I could tell that four people were safe and sound.

Now only Qiqi and another female anchor are left.

While keeping a close eye on WeChat group messages, I also opened a short video platform to monitor public opinion in real time.

The incident occurred relatively recently, and the online buzz has not yet exploded.

However, the clips of the live streams released by the delivery guys have already been successfully uploaded to the platform.

The keyword "Xingyao Media's unfair contract" can be easily found by searching for videos, indicating its rapid spread.

After another anxious wait of more than ten minutes, the latest message finally popped up in the group chat; it was from Qiqi.

"Sisters, I've escaped too! Where's the meeting point?"

"Come over to the dorm, we're all here," An Ran replied immediately.

I immediately sent a private message in the group chat asking, "Qiqi, are you injured?"

A few seconds later, Qiqi typed back: "It's nothing, I just got slapped by that idiot supervisor. I'll remember it and get my revenge someday."

It was just a slap; there was no serious injury, and thankfully, he was unharmed.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, then quickly asked, "Where's the other girl?"