Chapter 411: with translation of chapter title

Li Xin received Shao Lao Liu's phone call and knew why he was calling.

When the club opened, Sixth Uncle was the first to arrive; his face still carried some weight with Li Xin.

Still he joked: "Sixth Uncle, what's up? You came to pull strings?"

Shao Lao Liu also didn't care about Li Xin's tone, but straight away said: "A Xin, what's there to talk about regarding this?"

"We're all adults; if you make a mistake, you have to pay the price."

"I'm just passing a message from Jinyong; he knows nothing about this, is investigating it, and will definitely give you an explanation."

Li Xin's tone softened: "Sixth Uncle! I'll give you face; wait till I investigate clearly before we talk—remember you owe me a favor, that's it."

Shao Lao Liu bitterly smiled, put down the phone, slapped his thigh, clearly knowing this little bastard would extort, yet he had to take on this mess!

Before the next day even arrived, that night Li Xin already had all the information on Ni Kuang, including family members and address.

Why not find out about this through the police?

Don't mess around!

For different people there are different approaches; with this kind of cultural celebrity, unless absolutely necessary, you can't be too crude!

Ni Kuang, originally Ni Yiming, later changed to Ni Cong, was born in Shanghai around 1935.

In 1957, Ni Kuang forged various official seals, documents, and recommendation letters in his hometown, then fled from Inner Mongolia to Guangdong Province.

Along the way he used his privately carved seal to deceive border guards, escaped his hometown, and in July 1957 sneaked via Aodao to Gangdao.

In 1958 Ni Kuang began writing martial arts novels under the pen name Yue Chuan, publishing articles in Jinyong's "Ming Pao".

In 1962 Ni Kuang started using the pen name "Wisely" to write science fiction.

In Ni Kuang's martial arts and science fiction works, he employed many allusive techniques to fiercely attack the homeland.

At home they had two children, a boy and a girl, and damn it they still managed to get the whole 'good' character out.

Li Xin tapped the document and asked Xiao Fu: "Did you find out why he did this?"

Xiao Fu shook his head: "Boss, you didn't let us move against him directly, so figuring this out won't be quick."

Li Xin nodded and said: "He isn't good at allusion? Then we'll increase the pressure."

He picked up the phone and called Da Fei: "Da Fei, it's A Xin, help me out a little, get some news about Ni Kuang out, preferably the kind everyone loves to hear."

Da Fei is busy as hell, not only overseeing magazine quality but also managing the underwear factory's production.

But hearing Li Xin's request, he readily agreed: "No problem, Brother Xin, I'll personally handle this."

"Starting with one photo, we can get whatever image we want; my little Japanese photographers are very good at this."

After hanging up with Da Fei, he called Hua She; even though Leng Kun is now in charge, Hua She's role remains unchanged.

"Hua She, find me the best private detective and have him come to Xi Gong to see me."

"Understood, Big Brother!"

Hua She hung up and immediately called Meng Bo.

"Meng Bo, I'm Liu Hui of Prosperity; my Big Brother wants the best private detective, I've recommended you—whether you seize the opportunity is up to you."

Meng Bo hung up, straightened his appearance in the mirror, and plucked a long yellow hair from his shoulder.

Only then did he nod in satisfaction; yesterday's fatigue vanished.

As long as he gets into Mr. Li's favor, Meng Bo will rise to prominence—like those foreign mares from yesterday, he could take on ten at once, money is no object!

Private room at Xi Gong's Red Letter Restaurant.

Li Xin looked at that big nose and gestured to the chair.

"Sit."

"Thank you, Mr. Li!"

"I called you here for a task: I want to know who's behind Ni Kuang's smearing me in the newspapers—how difficult is this?"

After speaking, Li Xin picked up his tea cup, blew on it, took a sip of honeysuckle tea—he was angry, drinking this to reduce the fire.

Meng Bo's rise to top of the private detective industry is no empty fame!

From Li Xin's words he immediately deduced one thing: Li Xin didn't use underworld figures or his own security company.

That is, he didn't want to resolve this through violence.

Feeling confident, he replied: "No problem, Mr. Li; I'll take this on and get back to you soon."

Li Xin beckoned to Jianguo, who carried over a bag and placed it before Meng Bo.

Li Xin pointed at the bag: "This is half; the other half comes after success—you can get to work now."

Meng Bo took the bag back to the car, opened it, glanced inside, smiled— the underworld rumors were true.

Mr. Li is very generous!

Da Fei worked fast, found photos of Ni Kuang and his son, and went straight to the magazine studio.

He handed the photos to the photographer and ordered: "I need a few striking shots, preferably with an ethical angle—do it now; I still have to send them to the printing plant."

Li Xin had Da Fei come up with something everyone would love to see; Da Fei not only didn't hold back, he also contributed his own ideas.

The next day.

The gossip tabloids on the market sold out; the big writer's ethical drama—this is too eye-catching!

Not only do they have pictures and the truth, they also come with detailed reporting.

Hmm! With the photos in hand, the rest is just a matter of going through them—no trouble, it's what we live on, easy as grabbing.

Today the newspaper distribution association worked hard, delivering these tabloids at top speed to all eighteen districts of Gangdao.

If the distribution association checked every article in Ming Pao, not a single copy would reach the market.

But the distribution association only handles issuance—how could it inspect every article's content?

However, we can't pretend ignorance; we must show our stance through action.

Brother Xin, we've been wronged!

Oriental Daily Headquarters.

The chief editor looked at his subordinates with a frosty face, pointing at their noses and scolding: 'Trash! You're all a bunch of trash!'

"Are you being paid high salaries just to keep you as trash?"

He smashed the newspaper in his hand onto the head of the person in the front row.

He demanded: 'What the hell is this? Just a mud frame and it's over? Where's the counterattack against Ming Pao?'

"Could it be that I'm blind? Why didn't I see a single word?"

Faced with the chief editor's barrage of questions, these people couldn't utter a word.

After all, the chief editor is furious now; we absolutely must not stand out, or else losing our jobs would cause big trouble!

With such high salary and bonuses, you couldn't even dream of going to another newspaper.

Besides, everyone knows what kind of person the boss is; although he always greets people with a smile when coming to the newspaper office, this makes them feel reverence from the bottom of their hearts!

Inside the newspaper office, the boss is just our boss; outside, he's an existence that many tycoons dare not provoke!

These people, in their hearts, greeted the mud frame and all of Jin Yong's ancestors.

Affecting the issue of making a living, forget about talented people—even Jesus would be scolded without fail!