I sent the carefully selected photos and short video clips from the source, as well as some screenshots of internal chat records, to Yang Shuya in batches.
After sending it, I threw the phone on the table, leaned back in the chair, and rubbed my sore eyes.
The screen soon lit up again, and Yang Shuya's reply came. It was no longer a simple text, but a voice.
I clicked on the playback, and her unique voice sounded in the quiet room:
"These things are interesting. They are more specific than I thought."
However, this alone is not enough. You need to give me something more solid and irrefutable, preferably something that directly corresponds to the angle of my previous report." Her reaction was completely expected, interested, but cautious.
Hungry for breaking news, but more concerned about their own professional safety and the legitimacy of reporting. This is the attitude a mature reporter should have.
I was about to reply when the door to the room was gently pushed open.
Su Yan walked in wearing that purple nightgown: "It's so late, are you still busy? The light is always on."
I subconsciously put the phone screen on the table: "Well, I have some work matters to deal with, I'll be done soon."
She had no intention of leaving, and naturally sat on the edge of my bed.
「什么工作能让我们站长忙到深更半夜？要注意休息啊，身体垮了，可就什么都做不成了。」
我暂时把预制菜的事情放到一边，现在得先应付苏妍。
Walking to the bedside, before I could say anything, Su Yan had already laid down on her own.
Her eyes looked bottomless under the dim light of the desk lamp, with a bold provocation.
Before I could take action, Su Yan had already taken the initiative to untie the tie on a pajama.
At this time, any words seemed redundant. I leaned down and placed my palms on the mattress beside her.
I quickly leaned over and kissed her lips, and Su Yan's hands went up to wrap around my neck.
This night, Su Yan did not leave my room, and I didn’t wake up until I heard the movement outside the room.
Seeing Su Yan still sleeping next to her, I secretly thought something bad.
If Lin Xiaoyu discovers this, I will really be doomed.
At this moment, there was a noise in the living room. It was the sound of the refrigerator door being opened and closed, followed by the sound of the kettle base being pressed.
The only person who will be active in the living room at this time is Lin Xiaoyu! She's up!
I can only pray that she will just get a glass of water and go back to her room.
Su Yan turned over unconsciously in her sleep, with her back to me, and seemed to show no sign of waking up.
After a while, I heard the sound of Lin Xiaoyu's door closing.
My sense of crisis has not diminished at all. We must take advantage of this opportunity to let Su Yan leave!
Pushed Su Yan, who was still sleeping soundly next to her: "Su Yan, wake up quickly!"
She was sleeping deeply, and when I disturbed her, she waved her hand in a daze: "Don't make trouble... sleepy..."
"Stop sleeping!" I pushed harder on her shoulder.
"It's daybreak! It's time for you to go back to your room!"
Su Yan finally half-opened her eyes reluctantly, as she didn't seem to fully understand the situation.
Looking at my anxious face, she lazily stretched her body: "What are you doing! Driving people away so early in the morning? Are you afraid of who will see it?"
Her nonchalant look made me even more anxious.
I can almost imagine Lin Xiaoyu opening the door again and coming out at any time.
"Who are you afraid of seeing? Hurry up! Now!"
Su Yan reluctantly lifted the quilt and stepped on the floor with her bare feet.
She picked up the scattered nightgown and wrapped it tightly to cover her breasts. When she walked to the door, she looked back with a half-smiling look.
Su Yan first opened the door a small crack and cautiously peeked out.
Hence, he quickly slipped out sideways, and his figure disappeared through the crack of the door in a flash.
I closed the door tightly again and let out a long sigh of relief.
Hand picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and glanced at it. The screen showed that it was just seven o'clock in the morning. It's still a while before the site's normal working hours.
However, after all this tossing, sleepiness has long gone.
Simply clicked on the short video platform. The message bar displays an astonishing red 99+ prompt.
The three videos I posted last night about the inside story of prepared dishes each received thousands of likes and hundreds of comments. The data continues to grow.
Clicking on the comment area, one was almost overwhelmed by the torrent of complaints:
Fuck! So this is what I eat every day?
Good exposure! Support bloggers! Is there any more information?
The cost...the profit is too dark! Treat us like leeks?
Public opinion is almost unanimously criticizing the problems existing in the prepared food industry. My video obviously hit the pain points of many consumers.
While I was scrolling through the comments, a new private message popped up.
Coming from an unfamiliar account, the profile picture is empty and the name is a string of garbled characters. When I clicked on the content, there was only a brief sentence:
"Delete the video and stop here. Otherwise, it won't be just the car that will be smashed next time."
It has come to this point. There is no point in retreating and compromising. It will only make the other party think that I am easy to bully.
I looked at the threatening private message with cold eyes and chose to ignore it completely.
Want to scare me with this dirty trick? That would be too naive.
After washing, I put on my coat and went out as usual to buy breakfast for the two ladies who lived together.
After finishing breakfast, I deliberately delayed for a few minutes to let Su Yan and Xiao Yu go to work first.
Otherwise there is no way to explain where the car went. I don’t want them to know that my car was smashed.
It’s a new day and I have a lot of things to deal with.
The first thing, and the most urgent thing, is to send in those bastards who smashed my car last night.
I contacted the police officer in charge of the case again, and the other party replied that the person who smashed the car had been caught, and now we have to wait for the damage to the vehicle to be assessed.
Hang up the phone, I thought to myself: "There are cameras everywhere now, and those people are stupid enough."
The second thing, to maintain the operation of the site, is to increase efforts to recruit people.
The couple from yesterday have already replied that they want to come over and give it a try, and I welcome them.
The third thing, and the most important thing, is to fight to the end with the Northwest Wind Restaurant.
There has been no new reply from Yang Shuya. Apparently she is assessing the risks of the information I provided.
I can't put all my money on her. This battle has just begun.
At noon, I refreshed the background data of the short video platform.
The total views of the three videos released in the early morning have exceeded 500,000, and the number of likes and comments are still rising crazily.
The comment area has been completely reduced to a forum for complaining about prepared dishes and a battlefield for crusade.
"It seems that many people have been suffering from pre-made dishes for a long time." I whispered to myself.
At this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated, it was an unfamiliar local number.
When I picked up the phone, a familiar yet disgusting voice immediately came from the other end. It was the arrogant Manager Jia from yesterday!
"Chen Hao, right?"
His tone was still harsh.
"You can do it, kid! What are you posting randomly on the Internet? Delete the videos you posted immediately! Otherwise..."