Chapter 103: 100 A Mess

Fuck!

When Li Song sat in the car, only one word surfaced in his heart.

You took my acquisition money, drew my salary, then turned around and bit me, and now you want to snatch a huge financing fee from my wife??

Is this even a human?!

Is this how you behave as a person?

Doesn’t any normal person value a little goodwill?

Fuck!

Li Song truly wanted money from investors, but he was also genuinely furious!

“Call someone! Go find Yu Xing!”

Li Song’s anger, blown by the wind outside the car, only grew fiercer—he directly ordered his assistant in the passenger seat to summon the culprit.

Where is Yu Xing?

Check Baixiaosheng!

Where is Baixiaosheng?

Yangpu!

The group headed straight for Baixiaosheng, determined to confront the industry’s shit-stirrer and demand an explanation!

On January 5, 2009, Baixiaosheng’s steel chairman Song Yufeng was discharged from the hospital again.

He sighed inwardly—what this job had turned him into…

Everyone said business warfare was brutal, but he never imagined it was literal!

In the evening, Song Yufeng waited for his boss to finish the ground promotion.

“Oh, discharged already? That was fast,” Yu Xing tossed him a cigarette and signaled the others to go ahead.

Song Yufeng took the cigarette with his uninjured right hand, then happily let his boss light it for him, drawing a deep, satisfying puff: “Got some experience now—this time there’s really no issue, just going through the motions.”

Yu Xing lit his own cigarette, squatted down, and said admiringly: “Brother Feng, you’re really something—I need to learn from you.”

Song Yufeng also squatted down and laughed: “I entered society earlier, but there’s nothing worth learning here—it’s not even worth mentioning.”

Yu Xing glanced at his suspended arm and said with concern: “I told you on the phone—rest well these days, don’t come to the office. Your ulna may heal faster, but it still takes four to six weeks to begin healing, then another four to six to fully recover.”

“No problem,” Song Yufeng smiled. “What can I even do at home? At the office, I can show off our management’s fighting spirit.”

He added with deep feeling: “Brother Xing, honestly, I thought I’d only end up in the hospital because of legal trouble—never imagined I’d keep showing up there.”

Yu Xing comforted him: “It’s all accidents. If we get funding in before or after the New Year, we’ll grow fast and these problems will vanish.”

Song Yufeng nodded, about to speak, when a distant roar cut through the air.

“Yu!”

Li Song, just stepping out of the car and trying to locate Baixiaosheng’s building, turned and spotted the young man squatting across the street—he couldn’t help but shout.

Song Yufeng jolted—though the shout was for “Yu,” he leapt to his feet as if electrocuted!

He followed the voice and saw two cars parked across the street; five or six men were striding toward them, furious.

Furious…

Song Yufeng was all too familiar with this kind of rage.

“No, Xing—”

A bad feeling struck him—he turned his head and was stunned to see his boss already at the elevator.

Fuck!

Don’t learn from me—I need to learn from you!

“Go! Hurry!” Yu Xing shouted, pressing the elevator button.

Song Yufeng took two steps—the elevator doors closed. Fuck!!

Yu! Don’t press the close button!!

Li Song, seeing Yu Xing instantly turn and bolt inside at the sound of his shout, then noticing the man who’d been beside him standing by the elevator, growled: “Who the hell are you?”

Song Yufeng was close enough now to count them.

Six men.

He swallowed hard and answered calmly: “Here to discuss a partnership with the website.”

Li Song glared at him and muttered: “If your arm’s injured, don’t push yourself so hard!”

Song Yufeng hadn’t pushed himself—he silently waited for the elevator doors to open, then followed them upstairs.

Because of his injury, he didn’t fight or resist—he watched helplessly as they tore the company sign off the wall!

But…

The crowd was already approaching the office—now he couldn’t just stand by!

Song Yufeng was chairman—and the officially verified chairman of Steel. If employees and his girlfriend saw him calmly walking in with these people, what would they think?

Wouldn’t his two hospital visits have been for nothing??

“Hey!!” Song Yufeng took a deep breath and let it out sharply. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Li Song, who’d been marching forward angrily, jumped at the sudden shout, staring at the injured man: “You—you—”

That moment of hesitation, combined with the earlier delay, allowed Yu Xing to return to headquarters and lead his staff flooding out the door.

Yu Xing, wise enough not to fight on unfavorable ground, issued a single command in those few seconds: Capture Li Zong, reward a thousand gold, grant a marquisate!

Of course, not quite that blunt—but the meaning was the same.

The company’s ongoing Series A funding was being disrupted; they couldn’t let these villains swagger right up to their door—and this was now a matter of direct personal stakes. Yu Xing had previously promised his staff: once Series A succeeded, company stock options would be clarified.

This wasn’t just Yu Xing’s Series A—it was everyone’s Series A!

“Li Zong, what are you doing here?” Yu Xing called out loudly to his men. “Feng, come over!”

Song Yufeng wanted to move—but as soon as he stepped forward, he realized he couldn’t.

Don’t pull my arm…

Fortunately, it was his good arm being pulled.

Li Song was truly enraged: “Is this cripple also a fraud?!”

Song Yufeng couldn’t let him slander him—he tried to break free but failed, still standing firm: “I’m chairman of Baixiaosheng. What do you want?!”

Li Song drew a breath, about to demand answers, when he suddenly spotted someone hiding behind Yu Xing.

For some reason, his eyes sharpened—he stepped forward two paces and pointed at the unhidden traitor: “Tong…”

What was his name again?

The next second, Li Song remembered: “Tong Xingjian!!”

Tong Xingjian, hearing his former boss call his name, stopped trying to hide: “Huh?”

Li Song looked from Tong Xingjian to Yu Xing and demanded: “Why is he here?”

Yu Xing answered openly: “He works here.”

Li Song’s voice rose: “So that’s how you stole your case materials, is it?!”

Tong Xingjian instinctively denied: “No, no!”

Yu Xing countered openly: “So now you’re claiming those client-harming cases are yours? You’re willing to admit it now?”

Seeing Yu Xing’s calm confidence, Li Song’s fingers trembled with rage: “You took my acquisition fee, you drew my salary, and now you’re stealing my people and stabbing me in the back?!”

As he spoke, he stepped forward.

The men who’d been called over followed him, their momentum surging.

Yu Xing sensed his side’s morale slipping—he refused to let this descend into personal grudges and cut straight to the point: “Stop dragging up irrelevant crap. Justice speaks for itself. Just answer: are you trying to block my funding?”

Li Song, seeing Yu Xing’s boldness, felt his fury surge from heart to brain to mouth: “How the hell do you dare come to us for funding?!”

He truly couldn’t fathom it—how could anyone have the nerve?!

This young man—how did he even do this?!

But as soon as he spoke, the Baixiaosheng employees, who’d been hesitating, bristled.

Someone in the crowd shouted: “Your website’s full of shit—why shouldn’t we raise funds?!”

Before Li Song could reply, another voice yelled: “This is a man who deserves to be lynched!”

Yu Xing sneered: “Hear that? That’s the voice of the people!”

Li Song snapped: “That’s your employees’ voice!”

“There are your employees in there too,” Yu Xing stated facts plainly. “Didn’t he defect precisely because he couldn’t stand what you were doing?”

One of Li Song’s companions immediately shouted back: “Defect to you? Fuck you!”

Someone behind Yu Xing shot back just as fiercely: “Fuck you too!”

The two sides erupted into shouting and began shoving.

“Ow!!”

At the critical moment, Song Yufeng cried out—he clutched his injured arm and collapsed to the ground, shouting: “Call the police! Call the police!”

“Already called!” Baixiaosheng’s staff were already practiced.

In fact, the first thing Yu Xing did upon reaching the office was to order everyone to call the police—and he’d also called Xu Zong to notify him.

“I didn’t touch him!” the Zhen’ai.com side clarified.

Song Yufeng shouted again: “Call 120!”

His colleagues responded with equal confidence: “Already called!”

Yu Xing glanced over, surprised—he hadn’t ordered 120 to be called. Who had such experience?

A steel chairman lay on the ground, his arm still in a sling—this cooled the tempers of both sides.

“Yu, what grudge do you have against me? You’re just a troublemaker!” Li Song heard the alarm and signaled his men to hold back, but continued verbally attacking the young man across from him.

“No grudge, no resentment—I just want funding,” Yu Xing said, puzzled. “I didn’t ask you for money. Why did you bring people to our company?”

Li Song snapped, “That’s my wife’s money!”

“That’s not your wife’s money—it’s Today Capital’s money, it’s the partners’ money!” Yu Xing said sternly. “I’m not raising funds from your wife—I’m seeking investment from Today Capital!”

He countered, “Besides, the money hasn’t even arrived yet, and you’ve already come storming over? I went to Zhen Ai Net—how was I supposed to know you were part of a gang?”

“You went to Zhen Ai Net to steal our case studies! Your Gui Ai Net is fraudulent! You falsified the ratio of your social and school clients!” Li Song grew angrier by the second.

The issue of user ratios was precisely the problem Zhen Ai Net encountered after acquiring Gui Ai Net and restarting operations. According to feedback from the promotion team, they simply couldn’t replicate Gui Ai Net’s numbers.

Even though Yu Xing, Zhong Zhiling, Lu Haiying, and a small group of mid-level staff had left, the core team remained intact—how could they fail to reproduce the results?

At the beginning-of-month meeting, someone had already raised this view: that Gui Ai Net’s numbers were inflated.

Inflated figures were normal, but Gui Ai Net’s might be wildly exaggerated.

Li Song treated the possibility of fraud as if it were proven fact.

“You’re lying!” Yu Xing shouted angrily. “Don’t you know what a mess Zhen Ai Net is? How many complaint letters were handed over to me when I arrived? A weak general breeds weak soldiers!”

“If Zhen Ai Net were truly capable, why didn’t Xu Xin invest in you?!”

Hearing this, Li Song heard his wife’s voice again—slow, but firm: “I won’t invest.”

His blood boiled.

Nearby employees, seeing their boss suddenly falter, began shouting again; on the other side, Baixiaosheng’s team, seeing their leader gain ground, refused to back down.

One side was led by a seasoned executive storming into a fly-by-night startup; the other, a young startup with experience in repeated scandals.

Left side yelling, right side screaming—the chairman lay on the floor groaning.

When the police arrived, they couldn’t help but wonder: what exactly was Baixiaosheng trying to do?

They skillfully questioned both sides; one officer even singled out Yu Xing, the main representative.

“Your company… how do you actually make money?” the officer asked, baffled.

“We don’t focus on profit in the early stages. Once we build a large user base, there are plenty of ways to monetize,” Yu Xing replied politely. “Traditional internet companies rely heavily on advertising—that’s one major method. Membership subscriptions targeting user groups also boost revenue.”

“Moreover, since we serve the professional workforce, we have a proven direction: companies like 51job, which went public in the U.S. back in 2004.”

“So as long as we accumulate enough users in this segment, monetization won’t be difficult.”

The officer understood this straightforward explanation. After thinking a moment, he asked, “But constantly getting into disputes isn’t good, is it?”

“You’re right,” Yu Xing sighed. “I never imagined today’s bad actors could be so brazen—it’s beyond my expectations. I still don’t know where the guys who smashed up our office are now.”

The officer patted the young man’s shoulder and moved on to question Li Song.

The conflict could no longer continue.

When Xu Xin rushed over, she arrived just as the officer was wrapping things up.

She walked over to Li Song with a grim face; the two whispered angrily for a few moments.

Moments later, Xu Xin found Yu Xing—frustrated, embarrassed, and helpless.

“Yu Zong, I’m sorry this has caused you trouble,” Xu Xin apologized voluntarily.

Yu Xing showed magnanimity: “Forget it, Xu Zong. I didn’t think things through. I didn’t realize how much this would affect your funding. Return the letter of intent, and please don’t disclose our company’s data or plans to anyone.”

As he spoke, his brow had already furrowed.

Xu Xin assured him: “I won’t. I won’t.”

Yu Xing glanced coldly toward Li Song’s direction: “Then how did Li Zong find out?”

Xu Xin: “...”

She was furious inside.

Yu Xing demanded again: “Give me back the letter of intent. Pretend I never came to your company. Pretend we never met.”

Xu Xin fell silent for a moment, then explained: “This was an accident. It’s my fault—I didn’t handle things properly. I can assure you: Li Song has no influence whatsoever on Today Capital’s investment decisions. This is strictly between Today Capital and Baixiaosheng.”

Yu Xing clenched his lips and said nothing.

“We’ve done a preliminary review of Baixiaosheng’s operations and market feedback. We heard your user base has surpassed 100,000—that’s an excellent achievement,” Xu Xin, knowing exactly what Yu Xing wanted, pushed the process forward. “At 9 a.m. on the 10th, I’d like to meet again.”

Yu Xing paused, then reluctantly said: “Fine. I hope this is truly just a discussion between Baixiaosheng and Today Capital.”

He added: “Xu Zong, are you absolutely certain?”

For the first time in her investment career, Xu Xin faced such a question—and couldn’t refute it. She could only say: “Certain. Absolutely.”

Yu Xing grunted: “Then see you on the 10th.”

Xu Xin extended her right hand, ending the conversation with Baixiaosheng’s founder.

Immediately, she left the company with a dark face, heading straight for the elevator.

Seeing this, Li Song chased after her—but the elevator doors closed. He had to rush down the stairs.

The floors weren’t high; descending the stairs was quick.

Li Song caught up with Xu Xin and walked beside her, explaining: “I was just furious—he went too far, Xu Xin. Do you know? He’s hired employees straight from me!”

“That industry-shaking case study of his? That’s how he got it!”

Xu Xin, still grim, asked: “Are they fake?”

Li Song froze, then continued: “The proportion is tiny! Our ratio is definitely lower than the industry average! Xu Xin, Xu Xin—if he’s doing this, how can you invest? Aren’t you just encouraging him?”

Xu Xin ignored him.

Li Song reached out to take her hand: “I was just furious today—he’s unbearable. Xu Xin, you know me. If I weren’t truly angry, I wouldn’t…”

Xu Xin yanked her hand away, stopped walking, and snapped: “Call me Xu Zong!”

“Xu Xin, is this really necessary?” Li Song also grew angry. “I’m being played like this, and you just watch? Are you even my wife?”

“You lost the bet. Isn’t your mess enough?” Xu Xin took a breath, speaking slowly and clearly. “I’m your wife—and I’m Xu Xin of Today Capital.”

She turned and walked away.

Li Song watched her figure grow distant, wishing he could return to Baixiaosheng right then.

Upstairs, Yu Xing and Lu Haiying watched from the office window.

Yu Xing shook his head and instructed: “I heard Xu Xin is strong-willed. She seems to be leaning toward our project. Find other investors—use her interest as leverage.”

Lu Haiying was stunned: “Huh?”

Yu Xing glanced at his second-in-command: “What?”

Lu Haiying said bluntly: “I thought Xu Xin was our primary target…”

“Investors choose projects. Why can’t a project choose investors?” Yu Xing said matter-of-factly. “Besides, judging by how they’re acting, I don’t want to ruin their marriage.”

Lu Haiying: “...”

Hmm… how to put this?

Senior brother… he’s kind.