After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

In an instant, the green channel connecting Zhao's public relations department directly with the back-end of major platforms was completely blocked by a massive stream of junk data.

The exercise's firewall legitimately cut off all interfaces through which the Zhao family could perform unauthorized operations.

After doing all this, Gu Qinghan turned around. Her legs were naturally together, and the curves of her calves, encased in black stockings, were astonishing. She looked at Zhu Xunchuan, a faint yet extremely alluring smile appearing on her cool face.

"The passage is locked. They can't even delete a punctuation mark now." Gu Qinghan's tone was calm, but the desire for praise in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Well done, Teacher Gu." Zhu Xun Chuan praised generously, then picked up a cherry from the table and handed it to her.

Gu Qinghan didn't take it with her hand. She leaned down slightly, took Zhu Xun Chuan's hand, opened her rosy lips and bit into the cherry, her tongue even deliberately brushing lightly across his fingertips.

This seemingly unintentional little action instantly sounded the alarm for a chaotic scene.

Jiang Yao refused to accept this. She jumped up from the carpet, strode over to the sofa, and plopped herself into Zhu Xun Chuan's arms.

"Brother! My people have got things done too!" Jiang Yao wrapped her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, rubbing her full breasts against his arms. "The printing presses in all the Dongcheng and Chaoyang districts are practically smoking. Hundreds of thousands of flyers, the kind with QR codes, have been scattered all over subway stations and alleyways. I even had someone put a recording into the speakers of the square-dancing aunties, now all you can hear downstairs is that old bastard Zhao Tingzhi's voice!"

The young delinquent's way of taking credit was simple and crude.

Zhu Xun Chuan smiled and pinched Jiang Yao's cheek: "You'll be rewarded. I'll remember this great service."

Xia Wanying sat opposite, watching the two of them flanking Zhu Xunchuan. The richest woman's possessiveness kicked in. She stood up gracefully and walked behind Zhu Xunchuan.

A sophisticated woody scent wafted over. Xia Wanying placed her hands on Zhu Xunchuan's shoulders, gently but firmly massaging them.

"My billion yuan, even just hearing a sound is very expensive." Xia Wanying bent down, her proud curves pressed directly against Zhu Xunchuan's back, her warm breath blowing against his ear, "Mr. Zhu, the top twenty trending topics are all surnamed Zhao now. Is this birthday gift substantial enough?"

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back on the sofa, feeling the softness behind him and the beauty in front of him.

"That's enough." Zhu Xun Chuan picked up his teacup. "Let the bullets fly for a while."

Three women from top backgrounds, who fought fiercely for him in their respective fields, turned around and secretly competed for a single compliment from him in this 600-square-meter space.

This ultimate sense of masculine control and tender embrace is enough to make any man fall for it.

At 11:00 AM, public opinion spiraled out of control.

The topic garnered over 12 billion views. It didn't just dominate the entertainment section; the finance and social sections were also completely overwhelmed.

This is not a simple scandal; it is a shocking bloodbath with solid evidence.

The Diaoyutai State Guesthouse, which should have been packed with guests, was deserted. The Zhao family's parking lot was empty, and all the dignitaries who had agreed to attend the banquet had tacitly chosen to "fall ill" or "go on business trips" at this critical juncture.

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

The fact that Fu Yuan's file could so easily create such a huge stir online would be impossible without official tacit approval. This indicates that the true top echelons of Beijing have already taken action against the Zhao family.

Zhu Xunchuan was merely the executioner's blade they handed over.

The old Zhao family residence in Xishan villa area.

The study was a mess. An expensive purple clay teapot was broken on the floor, and fine Ming Dynasty Xuan paper was trampled underfoot.

Seventy-year-old Zhao Tingzhi, dressed in a dark red Tang suit, was deathly pale, showing no trace of the joy expected of a birthday celebrant. He leaned on the rosewood desk, his eyes glued to the computer screen.

On the screen are the suicide notes left by artists under Guangying Media before they jumped to their deaths, and blurry photos of bulldozers running over human bodies during a forced demolition in Gangnam Road.

The comments below have already exceeded one million. The entire internet is calling for a crackdown and a thorough investigation.

"Master!" The head butler stumbled into the study, his voice trembling. "Guangying Media's stock plummeted to its daily limit at the opening bell! The CSRC officials are already downstairs at the company. And the factory directors of several pharmaceutical plants in the south were all just taken away for questioning by the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection!"

Zhao Tingzhi felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and his chest heaving with blood and qi.

Thirty years of accumulated wealth were uprooted in just two hours by an unseen, terrifying force. The opponent's methods were too ruthless and cunning, leaving absolutely no room for maneuver. They were trying to wipe out the entire Zhao family, including their nine generations!

"puff!"

Zhao Tingzhi could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the screen, staining the shocking scandalous material red.

"Prepare the car! To the sea!" Zhao Tingzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face contorted like a vengeful ghost.

The butler shook his head in despair: "We can't get out... The outside is full of reporters who have been incited, and even the armed police are just surrounding us without driving them away. Plainclothes officers from the Municipal Bureau have already set up a cordon at the street corner."

The Zhao family was completely shut down.

Zhao Tingzhi swayed. With trembling hands, he pulled a red, secure cell phone from the deepest part of the drawer. It was his last trump card.

Thirty years ago, it was that old leader on the other end of the phone who promoted him into the inner circle.

As long as they speak up, the Zhao family can preserve their lineage.

Zhao Tingzhi dialed the number he knew by heart and held the receiver to his ear. His heart pounded wildly, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

The call was connected.

Just as Zhao Tingzhi was about to cry out his innocence, a cold, emotionless voice came through the receiver.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Blind voice.

The call was abruptly disconnected.

The busy tone from the phone receiver severed Zhao Tingzhi's last chance at life.

The red security phone slipped from his aged hand and crashed onto the rosewood floor, shattering its screen.

Outside the Zhao family's gate, the piercing sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached. Less than ten minutes later, three black Toyota Coaster minibuses bearing license plates bearing special privileges from the National Security Bureau and the Discipline Inspection Commission crashed through the retractable gate surrounding the Zhao family's residence and came to a steady stop in the center of the courtyard.

The car door opened. Dozens of fully armed special agents filed out, immediately blocking all exits.

A middle-aged man in a black jacket entered the study and showed his identification. He looked at Zhao Tingzhi, who was slumped in the armchair with blood still on his lips, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Zhao Tingzhi, you are suspected of multiple serious job-related crimes, organizing organized crime, and endangering national security. Come with us."

The handcuffs snapped shut with a crisp metallic clang.

This sound tolled the death knell for the Zhao family.

The once bustling Zhao family mansion is now deserted. None of the political and business allies who used to line up to offer gifts during holidays have stepped forward to plead for their release.

The moment they confirmed that Zhao Tingzhi had been taken away, they all convened meetings with their top executives, swiftly severing all ties with the Zhao family, and even directly mobilizing funds to begin dividing up the Zhao family's pharmaceutical companies and logistics markets in the south.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down. In this arena of power, there are no eternal friends, only bloodstained bargaining chips.