Chapter 67: What the Hell? Xu Qingfeng Turned Out to Be a Fucking Entrepreneur

That day, major media outlets published detailed reports on the "Modu Internet Plus Cultural Entrepreneurs Symposium." The meeting emphasized that private enterprises are a vital component of economic development, and local authorities must base their efforts on practical realities, coordinate the implementation of policies promoting the growth of the private economy, and vigorously support the development of internet and cultural enterprises...

However, for ordinary citizens, such policies and support felt too distant. What caught everyone's attention were two figures who abruptly appeared in the news footage.

Most of the people present were unfamiliar to Lin Chen, but the prominent "Shanying" logo in front of him made it clear to everyone who he was. The Shanying platform had already become an essential pastime for many during their leisure hours.

As for the other person, it came as an even greater shock: Xu Qingfeng!

He bore a variety of titles: "The Pioneer of Flesh-and-Blood Offensives," "The King of Hell," "The ADC," "The Bomber," and "The Suicide Truck."

To be honest, not a single one of those titles was complimentary. Ordinarily, someone like this wouldn't even be attending an entrepreneur symposium; he'd more likely be hauled away by the men in uniform the moment he stepped outside. Yet there he was, attending openly and publicly, and not only was he there, but his seating position was quite prominent.

That, frankly, was extremely unsettling.

Especially for those celebrities in the entertainment industry who prayed day and night, burning incense and kowtowing in hopes that Xu Qingfeng would meet with a catastrophic accident or choke on drinking water—they felt close to exploding from frustration.

"Why is this bastard only doing better and better?"

"What the hell! He actually became an entrepreneur?"

"Damn it, he went around exposing everyone left and right, and as a result, he's been exposed right into the capitalist class? Is there any justice left? Is there any law?"

"You son of a bitch, you really deserve to die!"

Shockwaves rippled through the entire entertainment industry. For the celebrities, this undoubtedly increased their level of risk.

Zhang Hongbo had been blacklisted, and Zhou Zhengyi had been thrown into prison with his life essentially ruined. The total annihilation of his former agency, which had dared to cross him, fully demonstrated Xu Qingfeng's personality: he was a man who held grudges and sought vengeance for the slightest grievance.

In a cutthroat circle filled with backstabbing like the entertainment industry, who could honestly claim they had never offended him?

Stealing a role—did that count? Ranking ahead of him—did that count? Snatching an endorsement deal—did that count?

It was hard to say, especially for Xu Qingfeng, who believed that anyone who insulted him deserved to be exposed.

Waking up, it felt as though the sky had fallen.

Weibo was equally distressed. They had already formulated a detailed and vicious plan to stifle the growth of Shanying, but with Modu pulling a stunt like this, they hesitated to make any rash moves.

If Shanying genuinely received the full backing of Modu, they would be forced to resort to conventional tactics to suppress it. While Weibo was confident in doing so, the real problem was that troublemaker Xu Qingfeng, who would pop up to sting them every now and then. It was a special kind of disgusting.

Through the word-of-mouth spread of netizens, amplified by the frenzied hype of marketing accounts, Xu Qingfeng had been molded into a figure with a mysterious background and a weighty mission.

Rumors circulated that he was a pawn in the hands of some high-ranking tycoon who despised the entertainment industry, and the tycoon intended to use him to clean up the stinking cesspool of showbiz.

Other rumors claimed he was an undercover operative for the authorities, tasked specifically with exposing the dark side of the entertainment industry to the public.

There were even whispers that he and Zhou Zhengyi had turned from love to hatred, and everything he did was merely to exact revenge on Zhou Zhengyi.

Xu Qingfeng had originally been watching the netizens' discussions with amusement, but when he saw that particular comment, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a wok. What on earth did "turning from love to hatred" even mean? What kind of warped mindset could possibly invent such a melodramatic story?

Furious, Xu Qingfeng used a burner account to fiercely berate the commenter, only to get thoroughly chewed out in return.

In the realm of internet arguments, Xu Qingfeng was nothing more than a rookie facing seasoned trolls.

The anger nearly caused Xu Qingfeng to throw his phone. Verbally abusing others was exhilarating, but getting abused in return felt like walking through the gates of hell. Still, thinking about how those hypocritical beasts in the entertainment industry were equally unhappy, Xu Qingfeng's mood immediately improved considerably.

Qingfeng Media had just been established. Aside from himself, the employees consisted of a few bodyguards, giving the entire company the distinct aroma of impending bankruptcy.

With the help of Bailomiyi, Xu Qingfeng rented an entire floor of offices to serve as the headquarters for Qingfeng Media.

Although Bailomiyi had a real name that sounded quite pleasant, Xu Qingfeng still preferred calling her Bailomiyi. Lin Qinghe had teased him about this several times, secretly feeling relieved that she hadn't ended up with some bizarre online nickname herself.

"What a pity. I actually wanted to poach you," Xu Qingfeng said with a sigh of regret.

Bailomiyi was not only stunningly attractive, but her capabilities were also top-notch. The live-streaming department of Shanying had grown under her leadership, and more importantly, her vision for Shanying's positioning coincided completely with Xu Qingfeng's own.

Clean, beautiful, competent, full of ideas, and free from unnecessary drama—it was just a shame he couldn't poach her.

"In your dreams. Once things stabilize on your end, I'm heading back," Lin Qinghe said, toying with her hair as she dangled her long legs back and forth, making Xu Qingfeng feel slightly dizzy.

"Start recruiting. HR, finance, PR, talent management teams—I'll help you with the interviews."

For two days, Xu Qingfeng had been entirely consumed by matters concerning Qingfeng Media, only resuming his live broadcasts on the third day.

"Hello everyone, I am Xu Qingfeng."

Xu Qingfeng played some music and greeted the audience in his live chat.

As the top streamer on Shanying and across the entire internet, Xu Qingfeng's traffic was terrifying; his view count hit over 100k the moment he went live.

[Paying respects to the King of Hell, Black and White Impermanence!]

[Brother, you're finally here! Is Xinghui Entertainment doing okay?]

[The Bomber has arrived!]

[Get on with it, get on with it! Give us the juicy details about the Godfather's story.]

Xu Qingfeng shook his head. "We're not talking about the Godfather today, nor are we talking about any secretaries. Today, the streamer is going to talk about something that makes people furious."

"I have never denied that the entertainment industry is a giant cesspool, so whether they're evading taxes or feeding the audience absolute garbage, it doesn't surprise me. But some people are just too repulsive in their pursuit of traffic. If I don't expose them, my conscience won't let me rest."

[Huh???]

[Brother, you doing this makes me very uncomfortable.]

[What on earth is going on?]

[Damn it, my intuition tells me there's more juicy gossip.]

[Someone's about to be in deep trouble.]

"There are many sickening phenomena in the entertainment industry: unspoken rules, tyrannical clauses, workplace bullying, faking relationships for clout, stealing leading roles, fighting for center position, stepping on others to climb up, and stabbing people in the back while smiling to their faces. While the streamer cannot accept these, I can at least understand them. There is only one thing, however, that the streamer can neither understand nor accept."

Xu Qingfeng picked up a pair of glasses and put them on. "There is a certain show. They promote themselves as using identity-swapping to reveal disparities, letting urban children cherish their lives, letting rural children broaden their horizons, and allowing the protagonists to grow alongside the viewers. It sounds wonderful and very positive."

[That's right, isn't that a good thing?]

[City kids really should experience a bit of hardship.]

[If I had been able to broaden my horizons when I was a kid, I wouldn't have ended up the way I am now.]

[Is the streamer talking about "Metamorphosis"? I watch that too.]

"That's right, it's 'Metamorphosis.' Under the guise of educating children and educating the audience, they actually have no bottom line when it comes to chasing traffic. Today, the streamer is going to expose their despicable behavior piece by piece."