Jiangling Television Station.

Wang Yu sat before a computer, puffing on a cigar and wearing sunglasses, a cold smirk playing on his lips. Just a moment ago, he had spread negative news about Coiling Dragon Bay, and now the internet was in an uproar. Even people who had been interested in buying a home there were now openly celebrating their narrow escape.

"Coiling Dragon Bay?" Wang Yu sneered. "I'd like to see how you sell a single house now!"

So far, not even ten houses had been sold at Coiling Dragon Bay, and he had more tricks up his sleeve.

"Are you there yet?" Wang Yu said into his phone. "Remember, no matter who tries to stop you, just barge in and start snapping photos. I want every dirty secret of Coiling Dragon Bay exposed!" After hanging up, his smile grew even more triumphant.

Coiling Dragon Bay had always been notorious, and not for anything good. After all, too many people had died there. Any citizen of Jiangling looking to buy a house would certainly hesitate and avoid the place. Most people still believed in feng shui. If a place's feng shui was bad, living there was just asking for disaster.

The previously announced redevelopment of Coiling Dragon Bay had attracted a lot of attention online, but that was in the past. Now, as the director of Jiangling Television Station, Wang Yu could manipulate the news however he liked, and no one would ever catch him.

Because he was Wang Yu, a man of the Jiangling Wang Family.

Coiling Dragon Bay's predecessor, Haiyuan Tiancheng, was a project he and the Fang Family had deliberately set up. Through internal manipulation, they could embezzle unlimited funds. With his connections, he could hype up a property or reduce it to a failed development. In Jiangling, every businessman feared him. No matter how sterling your reputation, it couldn't withstand Wang Yu's spin. He could destroy it overnight.

Killing with the pen was Wang Yu's specialty.

Moreover, the people he had dispatched this time were from Jiangling's largest media company. Even if someone suspected him, what could they do without evidence?

BANG!

Suddenly, the office door was thrown open, and Xu Bing stormed in, her face flush with anger.

SLAP!

She slammed her hand on the desk in front of him. "Wang Yu, what is the meaning of this? On what authority did you delete all of my reports? Do you have any idea how much work I put into them?"

Xu Bing had been following the Coiling Dragon Bay story closely, and her work had garnered significant attention. She never imagined that the news she had worked so hard on would simply be erased by Wang Yu. It was completely gone from the internet, replaced by nothing but negative stories about the development.

"Xu Bing, watch your tone," Wang Yu said, his expression turning cold. "I am the director now."

"You..." Xu Bing's face was crimson with rage. She ripped her work badge from her neck and threw it at him. "As of today, I'm done with you! I quit!"

With that, she turned and stormed out of Jiangling Television Station. She had to tell Lin Mu. A promising development like Coiling Dragon Bay couldn't be destroyed by the likes of Wang Yu.

Watching her leave, a fierce light glinted in Wang Yu's eyes.

"Damn her," he muttered, viciously grinding his cigar into the ashtray. "I thought you were smart enough to offer yourself to me; I might have even promoted you. But you had to be so damn ungrateful! The audacity!"

Picking up the phone, Wang Yu dialed another number. "Are you ready? Remember, there can't be any mistakes. This time, I'm going to destroy that kid!"

He paused, then added, "Also, get a big screen set up across from the Coiling Dragon Bay sales center. I want a live broadcast for the entire city!"

Wang Yu knew too many of Coiling Dragon Bay's secrets: the structures built by the Corpse Raising Sect, the countless bodies buried there. Things an ordinary person could never detect.

"You want to fight my Wang Family?" he sneered, standing up and striding out of the office. "I'll make you pay a painful price!"

He was going to watch the show in person. After preparing for so long, he wouldn't be satisfied if he didn't see it for himself.

At that moment, a large group of reporters was rushing toward Coiling Dragon Bay. They had received a tip that a vast number of bodies were buried on the property, along with some sinister buildings. This was a massive story. With Coiling Dragon Bay now officially open for sale and making waves in Jiangling, any scandal they could unearth would attract incredible attention.

The power of an online mob has always been terrifying. It could destroy not just a product but a person, hounding them to their breaking point. So what if it was all lies? If enough people spread a rumor, it becomes the truth. Many keyboard warriors would even call you thin-skinned for not being able to handle the pressure. It's not like you could crawl through the internet cable to fight them. You could only accept your fate.

And so, thanks to the news Wang Yu had spread, the Coiling Dragon Bay sales center was utterly deserted.

Inside the entire building, there was only one young man. He was reclining in a lounge chair next to a small table where a pot of tea was brewing.

It was Lin Mu.

"Well, if it isn't President Lin? You seem to be in high spirits," a voice drawled.

At some point, Yu Fei had arrived. As someone in the construction business, he naturally kept a close eye on major projects. Besides, he'd received a tip, which was why he was here.

"How are the sales going?" Yu Fei sneered. "Looks like business is a little slow."

"None of your damn business," Lin Mu said flatly, feeling not an ounce of goodwill toward him.

"Tsk, tsk, such a temper," Yu Fei said with a grin. "I heard there was some trouble at Coiling Dragon Bay today. As an old classmate, I just came to show my concern."

"Haha, President Yu is right," Peng Qin chimed in as he walked over. "Lin Mu, don't be so ungrateful. We were classmates, after all."

Not only him, but Gu Jie, Wen Xiaojuan, and others had also shown up. They even brought friends, all of them here for the express purpose of seeing Lin Mu humiliated. Lin Mu had shamed them last time, and today, they were here to settle the score.

"Get lost," Lin Mu uttered, his voice cold and distant.

"So, Xiaojuan, this is really your old classmate?" a girl in sunglasses said with a pout, her eyes full of disgust. "He's just like you said—not much to look at, but he's got quite a temper."

She had heard many bad things about Lin Mu from Wen Xiaojuan, but it had all been secondhand. Seeing him in person confirmed her opinion.

"Xiaojuan, I'm so happy for you," the woman continued in a shrill voice. "It's a good thing you cut ties with him. Otherwise, I'd feel sorry for you." Her words dripped with contempt for Lin Mu.

"Yes, I'm very glad I did," Wen Xiaojuan said, nodding with a sweet smile. "Ya Wen, you have no idea. Some people are just so full of themselves. They think they're so great, but in reality, they're nothing but a freeloader who lives off his wife!"

Apparently, Wen Xiaojuan had discovered Lin Mu's status as a live-in son-in-law. At her words, the entire group burst into laughter.

"Are you finished?" Lin Mu asked calmly. "If you are, then shut your stinking mouths, open your damn eyes, and watch."

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