Master Li does not bear the brunt of the thunder; Master Li blows it all to pieces.

While "Boss Mei" expected Master Li to act as a lightning rod for the trouble, Master Li chose to detonate the bomb instead.

And it was a precision detonation at that.

Mei Xingyu had just returned from a troop-cheering performance in Huating, where he took the stage to sing "Good Luck Coming." His operatic style and seamless transition between male and female vocals had certainly opened the soldiers' eyes.

Boss Li, on the other hand, chose the first day of the third lunar month to post on Weibo, tagging Yang Ying and the Chairman of Daye Film and Television, Yang Ying: "President Yang, let me ask you something. Are you going on a blind date with 'Fairy Wang'? @Wang Shiyin, Teacher Wang, is there any truth to this?"

"Nani?!"

"Holy crap!!"

"You're the best, my brother! Brother Xie! You are my brother, my true brother!"

"Hulatang Dejin," who had just bought new clothes for his elderly parents, was already thinking of fleeing with them that very day.

Damn it...

This "Shence Apparel"... it's no good!

The destructive power of Li Jie's Weibo post became apparent ten minutes later, because the "Houlang" Weibo server crashed.

Li Jie was no longer some small-time nobody; he was a seasoned veteran. His follower count had already surpassed nine hundred thousand, and his real, active follower base was quite staggering, making him a top-tier influencer on "Houlang" Weibo.

As a result, Boss Li's follower count surged by a million—not just reaching a million, but *gaining* a million. In other words, Boss Li now had 1.9 million followers.

"Houlang" Weibo staff worked overtime. The moment the site was restored, Li Jie’s posts were being refreshed so rapidly that many users found their phones freezing like a slideshow presentation.

The entire "Ten-Year Anti-Fan" chat group was in chaos. People were frantically tagging "Pingjiang Xiaoshuai." Boss Li, who had changed his ID again, tagged all members in the group: "It’s all true. 'Fairy Wang' and that son-of-a-bitch Yang Ying are having a blind date on the third day of the third month. The banquet is being held at the Kaihuang Sanatorium in Xuzhou."

"Oh my god!"

"This world is too crazy, a fairy is becoming a dog's bride!"

"You need to pursue a PhD, you must! Not pursuing a PhD would be an insult to your talent."

"I envy your talent!"

"I envy your 'cauliflower'!"

"No, wait, Brother Xie, where did you get this information?!"

Boss Li was very calm, continuing to tag all members: "To prevent the group from blowing up, I will be dropping the rest of the news on Weibo."

"Oh my god..."

"Brother Xie, you are truly a legend!"

Meanwhile, "Hulatang Dejin" was shivering and sent a private message to Li Jie: "Father, have mercy! Please! I was too arrogant before..."

"Look at you, getting anxious again."

"How can I not be anxious?!"

Old Hu felt that Brother Xie was truly a beast, a madman.

Boss Li chuckled and sent a voice message to Old Hu: "What the hell are you panicking about!"

"Just one?"

"..."

Of course, he wouldn't actually drag Old Hu into it. Boss Li dropped another bomb on Weibo. Amidst a million replies, he posted again: "According to revelations from President Yang's former assistant, Mr. Li Lingbo, Teacher @Wang Shiyin is not actually surnamed Wang, nor is her name Shiyin—it's a stage name."

Li Lingbo, who was also following the matter, was in Shudu, right in the middle of being with an old flame, when he shuddered and finished prematurely.

He rushed to draft a post to clarify, but his phone was already ringing.

"Lingbo, what is going on?"

"Third Young Master, I honestly don't know! That bastard suddenly bit me; I was completely unprepared. I really didn't expect him to involve me."

At this moment, traffic on "Houlang" Weibo surged again. The servers had to hold on! Hold on! Hold... on!!!!

But it crashed anyway.

Repair it again!

Fifteen minutes later, the traffic, which was more intense than the rush for Spring Festival tickets, had the Weibo operations team sweating buckets.

It was too exhilarating!

Entertainment media outlets, desperate for the scoop, mobilized in full force, flooding Li Jie's personal Weibo. But these were just small potatoes; the real powerhouses were "Sanjiang Media" and "Yongle Media." Li Jie had sold the scoop to them five minutes early for one million per tip.

Boss Li had sold three such tips.

"Yongle Media" ramped up the intensity, immediately pushing the news across all channels.

They tagged Li Jie on Weibo and posted: "Confirmed through multiple sources, the renowned artist 'Wang Shiyin's' real name is Ji Shengnan!" Following that, they posted another: "According to concrete information, the renowned artist 'Wang Shiyin,' or Ms. Ji Shengnan, has arrived at Xuzhou in the Jiji Special Zone of Sili Province and has briefly stayed at the Kaihuang Sanatorium, suspected to be visiting the injured 'Daye Film and Television Chairman,' Mr. Yang Ying."

Others might fear the "Kaihuang Group," but "Yongle Media" didn't even blink; they reported whatever they had.

Li Jie had sold three pieces of information, netting two million from "Yongle Media," with the remaining one million coming from "Sanjiang Media."

Things were heating up!

Boss Li's tactic of dropping bombs everywhere left all parties completely bewildered.

The Yang family had wanted to destroy him before; now, it was a necessity!

Yang Shiren had visited the Kaihuang Sanatorium several times on the first day of the third lunar month to check on the progress of the banquet preparations. The day after tomorrow was supposed to be a grand day for the Yang family to gain more support and expand into North China, Anbei, and Bohai!

Now, it had all been ruined by a mongrel and two Weibo posts!

At this very moment, Yang Shiren admitted that his second nephew was absolutely right—that Jiangnan mongrel had to die!

Meanwhile, "Fairy Wang," who had arrived in Xuzhou two days ago and had been constantly trying to psyche herself up, was in her detached villa, grabbing a military saber and slashing wildly!

This time was different from before; the dolls were life-sized "Power Red" silicone models.

A 1.9-meter silicone model was much more satisfying to hack at.

After the saber was ruined, "Fairy Wang" pinned the model against the wall and unleashed a flurry of punches, never stopping.

At first, she used one hand, as the other had to hold the model up. Later, as long as her punching speed was fast enough, the silicone model wouldn't fall off the wall. If she used enough force, the "Power Red" model would be smashed against the wall so hard it couldn't be pried off.

"You surnamed Li, you've gone too far!!!"

Gritting her teeth, Ji Shengnan had never been this furious from afar. How many times had it been?

This "perverted, violent maniac" was simply toxic!

However, Ji Shengnan's anger didn't even amount to a fraction of Yang Ying's, and the mood of the Second Young Master Yang was far more complex.

He was naturally furious, but there was also an inescapable fear.

"Fifth Uncle! Fifth Uncle—"

"Don't worry."

Just two words from Yang Shiren calmed Yang Ying down. A man holding a dragon-headed staff, his back to Yang Ying, stood before the floor-to-ceiling window and asked, "How much certainty is there that this can be done without anyone knowing?"

"Not much certainty. We can only trade with the Sanjiang Province side."

"Then I will leave everything to you."

"Don't worry, Big Brother. It won't take long. We can just compensate the Sanjiang side afterwards."

Yang Renshou didn't continue discussing this matter, turning instead to look at Yang Ying, who was lying on the bed. "You’ve already met Ji Shengnan; her beauty is not lacking, and she will be an asset to your career. We should actually thank that Li Jie; if he hadn't been so reckless, the Ji family wouldn't have been forced to make a decision so soon. Originally, Ji Shengnan still had the chance to go into the military to polish her credentials. Now, the Ji family definitely won't do that; they will only accelerate the marriage with our Yang family."

Saying this, Yang Renshou revealed a long-absent smile. "After crushing that bug, everything will return to peace and tranquility."

In truth, sending Yang Ying to the Zhili Province to "marry into" the Ji family didn't have a high chance of success originally. Now, using "making amends" as a reason, it would allow Yang Ying to go to North Capital and keep his head down, not necessarily as a subservient figure, but to focus on the cultural industry.

If the east side doesn't shine, the west side will. The failure in Sanjiang Province might be the cornerstone that births success in Zhili Province.

Everything was moving in a good direction, which brought Yang Renshou great relief.

The waves in the field of public opinion were, after all, just transactions.

After a period of calm, not to mention the majority of netizens whose memories were no better than an amoeba's, even the most gossipy people on the streets would soon find this just another topic of conversation, quickly buried by the next one.

Over the years, Yang Renshou had experienced too many similar situations.

"Fifth brother, you handle the rest."

"Yes, Big Brother."

After Yang Renshou left, Yang Shiren made a call to Han Zitong in front of Yang Ying, telling him to keep a closer eye on Li Jie recently.

He tried calling several times, but couldn't get through; the line was always outside the service area.

"Hmm?"

Yang Shiren felt something was strange, so he chose to call Han Zitong's satellite phone. This time, it went through.

"Old Han, what's going on? Why couldn't I get through?"

"Fifth Boss, how is that possible? My signal was just—static, static..."

Beep...

A busy signal followed. In that instant, Han Zitong's satellite phone must have been destroyed.

"No, something has gone wrong."

Yang Shiren hurriedly chased after him, stopping Yang Renshou before he could get into his car. "Big Brother, something has happened. It's about Old Han."

"What?!"

Yang Renshou, who had just been in a good mood, turned deathly pale at this moment!