Chapter 11: Before You Experienced My Reality Offline, I Had Already Experienced Yours
The incident involving Xu Qingfeng had erupted into a massive scandal, drawing the attention of many celebrities in real time.
For many of them, this was likely the first time they were so engrossed in gossip.
They couldn’t help but be curious—who knew when this lunatic Xu Qingfeng might turn his fury on them? Take Chen He, for example, an old fox happily indulging in women at his age, only to suddenly be caught off guard by Feilong’s sudden strike.
On one hand, many of them weren’t exactly clean themselves and feared becoming Xu Qingfeng’s next target.
On the other, they were eager to see if those who had beef with Xu Qingfeng would suffer major consequences.
People are like that—taking pleasure in others’ misfortune while feeling relieved they escaped it themselves.
When they saw that Xu Qingfeng not only didn’t have to pay compensation or penalty fees but that Xinghui Entertainment had to pay him five million yuan instead, their hearts truly fluttered.
Turning a 200 million yuan loss into a 5 million yuan gain—it was hard not to be tempted.
Some less thoughtful folks even toyed with the idea of trying something similar.
Luckily, netizens quickly put them in their place.
They weren’t crazy like Xu Qingfeng; they didn’t want to meet their great-grandmother so soon.
Xu Qingfeng’s contract termination statement left the onlookers deeply disappointed.
“Bro, why did you chicken out?”
“I preferred you when you were spilling the tea—so charming, handsome, and dashing.”
“But I have to admit, your move was impressive—like a purge of the entertainment industry.”
“And it’s not even that despicable clause demanding billions in penalty fees. Seriously, that’s a blatant abuse of power, right?”
“Forget that for now, man. Didn’t you say you’d make them pay this afternoon? It’s already two o’clock, and even the village donkey doesn’t rest this much.”
“No way, bro, did five million buy you off?”
The critics seized on this point to mock Xu Qingfeng openly and slyly, calling him spineless.
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After receiving the five million yuan, Xu Qingfeng took the organized materials and set off with the bodyguards he had just hired.
These bodyguards happened to be in the metropolis and rushed over immediately upon hearing the news—big, burly men with tough, weathered faces.
To avoid any imposters, Xu Qingfeng personally tested their abilities.
After increasing his physical strength by +6, his improvement was significant. Xu Qingfeng sparred a few moves with the two-hundred-pound bodyguards. Although they probably held back, it was undeniable that he could withstand attacks from men that heavy.
This caused the bodyguards to look at him like he was a monster—when did the “skinny twig” weighing only 140 pounds become an equal match for them giants?
Weak and fragile? Far from it—he was a human tyrannosaurus. The bodyguards treated him with even greater respect.
An hour later, the online discussions about Xu Qingfeng’s contract termination and compensation were still heating up.
As for his threat to “see them this afternoon,” many had already dismissed it.
“I roughly understand the whole story—Xinghui didn’t want to let him go, threatened Xu Qingfeng with blackmail, but Xu Qingfeng went all out and took extreme measures to pressure the company. Xinghui was forced to give in reluctantly.”
“I’d heard Xinghui was foolish before, thought it was just a joke, but turns out they really are.”
“Li Deshou, oh Li Deshou, why did you provoke him?”
“Contract termination is contract termination. I just want to see how Xu ‘Dog’ will make Chen He pay.”
“Mission accomplished. Xu Qingfeng probably won’t go back.”
“My guess is the next step will be Chen He apologizing and groveling.”
“Boring.”
The internet was awash with opinions, and Li Deshou and his associates finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Looks like this matter’s settled.”
“Tell Zhang Hongbo to behave lately. Let the storm pass before he comes out again. He can’t afford a scandal now,” Li Deshou instructed.
“Do you think he’ll really report them?” the manager worried.
Li Deshou shook his head with a smile. “No, he won’t. All this fuss is just to make more money. I’ve seen plenty like him; Xu Qingfeng is just more extreme.”
Li Deshou was confident—he had figured out Xu Qingfeng’s true intentions, which were simply to increase his share. Even the compensation was just part of his focus. Such a person was nothing to worry about.
“Wise words, Mr. Li!”
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At three in the afternoon, as the online debate about the contract termination continued, Xu Qingfeng posted another update on Weibo.
With his current level of popularity, he wasn’t just a top star; even the national news broadcast might not get as much attention.
Curiosity about scandals is a human instinct.
[“I have been constantly threatened backstage, but many kind-hearted netizens have also expressed concern for my safety and advised me to give up. They say the entertainment industry has always been this way, that its existence is justified, and urge me not to be too radical.”]
[“I’m grateful for everyone’s concern, but let me ask: just because it’s always been this way, does that make it right? Because the entertainment world stinks, must everyone breathe this foul air? Because the unspoken rules persist, should both male and female stars just lie down and let scumbags like Chen He manipulate them? Because of popularity and buzz, must those who genuinely sing and act play second fiddle to these puppets who can’t do anything? I want to ask you all—is this really fair?”]
[“Many say I’m crazy for daring to expose the ugliness of the entertainment industry.”]
[“A beam of light shines into an iron tower, revealing the filth and corruption inside. And so, that light becomes a crime.”]
[“But I refuse to believe this. I want to see whether I am the guilty one or if it’s these scumbags in the entertainment industry who truly are.”]
[“The judgment has begun.”]
The post included photos of the entrance to the Metropolis Tax Bureau and another of Xu Qingfeng holding a stack of documents.
The internet exploded instantly.
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A formal, offline, real-name report—this clearly meant no retreat, no surrender.
Those who had mocked Xu Qingfeng online for being silenced by a mere five million yuan now felt the sting of embarrassment.
“No way, bro, this guy’s really bold?”
“Wow, a real-name report to the tax bureau? So intense!”
“Well done, Xu Qingfeng. I wasn’t wrong about you!”
“Awesome, hitting hard with a heavy punch.”
Many thrill-seekers flooded Chen He and others’ Weibo comments.
“Director Chen, Xu Qingfeng went to the tax bureau. What do you think?”
“Don’t joke around. Director Chen’s busy watching striptease shows. No time for petty matters. Wait till he’s done.”
“Alright, 30 seconds passed. Should be over now.”
“Bold! What 30 seconds? How can you smear someone’s reputation out of nowhere? Director Chen’s done with this long ago. It’s Xu Qingfeng who’s in trouble now!”
Chen He’s blood pressure skyrocketed as he read the Weibo comments. The older he got, the more sensitive he was to anyone doubting his abilities.
But he had no time to be angry—Xu Qingfeng had actually gone to the tax bureau to file a report. This was about to blow the lid off everything.
At Xinghui Entertainment:
“Mr. Li, Xu Qingfeng posted another Weibo update!”
Li Deshou’s face turned ashen.
For the past few days, just hearing the words “Xu Qingfeng” and “Weibo” made him tremble.
Trying to calm himself, Li Deshou glared at his assistant. “Why panic? Who’s that scumbag cursing now?”
The assistant gripped his phone tightly and held it out at a distance. “See for yourself...”
Li Deshou stepped closer, read the post carefully—just a few simple words and two photos—but it shook him to his core, almost causing him to collapse.
“Scumbag!” Li Deshou lunged for the phone but grabbed nothing.
?
The assistant quietly withdrew the phone, carefully pocketed it, then handed Li Deshou his own phone with a polite gesture.
Damn it, why break the phone every time? Why not break his own?
Li Deshou slowly turned his head: “???”