Chapter 47: 046 Forcing a Prostitute to Become Virtuous

Reporter Song Yufeng publicly denounced his superiors, refused to associate with them, and resigned in fury!

This incident immediately shook NetEase’s Shanghai branch!

The news spread rapidly!

Colleagues, friends, and every department were stunned!

Those who knew or had interacted with Song Yufeng heard the news and were utterly baffled: “Who? You mean who? Song Yufeng?? Which department’s Song Yufeng?? Must be a coincidence!”

No coincidence!

Then…

Damn, I never knew this guy had so much backbone!

Awesome!

Fuck, I want to quit too!

Can’t quit—Song Yufeng is awesome!!

In the company, rumors about who’s sleeping with whom spread like wildfire, let alone Song Yufeng’s public denunciation of the newly appointed director.

Though close colleagues couldn’t help but feel puzzled, the act was done—and most people saw it simply: a righteous outburst, full of integrity!

Who says journalists have no conscience?

Song Yufeng’s willingness to sacrifice his future to stand up and condemn—that’s the last shred of integrity NetEase has left!

Whispered conversations spread throughout the Shanghai branch; even the Guangzhou headquarters heard whispers, but the headquarters paid more attention to the campus network’s attacks on “NetEase Dating,” though they didn’t take it seriously, handling it through standard PR channels.

As one of the parties involved, Ying Jiadong locked himself in his office, face dark with rage, scrolling through the campus network posts still online.

He saw countless supportive statements for Guiai Network.

And every time he refreshed, the number of such statements grew.

Guiai Network’s project timeline predates NetEase’s—this was undeniable, beyond any rebuttal.

Ying Jiadong now only hoped for a swift PR success, immediate takedown of the posts, and the quiet dissipation of this minor storm—if it couldn’t vanish… would it seriously impact “NetEase Dating”?

He wasn’t sure anymore.

There would certainly be an impact—but how severe?

Ying Jiadong exhaled sharply, paced around his office a few times, then pulled out his phone to ask a subordinate: “Still haven’t reached Song Yufeng?”

The phone carried a negative reply.

Song Yufeng wasn’t answering calls or replying to texts—he was completely shutting off communication.

Ying Jiadong slammed the phone down and cursed: “Psychopath!”

This junior reporter is a complete psychopath!

What the hell does Guiai Network have to do with you? Why are you jumping out to defend it?

Do you really think you’re Hai Rui?

Fuck!

Ying Jiadong recalled the first time he heard about the project—he’d asked him in the cafeteria, and back then, the guy was meek and submissive!

Why didn’t you just keep your mouth shut back then?

Now you’re playing the righteous hero?

Ying Jiadong couldn’t fathom this bizarre turn of events, but once he calmed down, he immediately focused on what mattered most: if “NetEase Dating” still delivered results, his position in the company would remain secure.

Promotions come from above, not below.

What do the bosses care about? Only results!

Ying Jiadong sat back in his chair, still uneasy, then called again, instructing his subordinate to handle Song Yufeng’s resignation properly.

The subordinate understood “properly”: “Got it, Boss Ying, I’ll find a way to block him.”

“You’re a fucking psychopath too! He’s this loud—why block him?” Ying Jiadong exploded. “Let him quit fast—get him out! Do you think he’s quiet and harmless? Get him gone now!”

Ying Jiadong slammed his phone onto the desk.

You don’t block employees who cause trouble—you risk making things worse!

Fuck!

…

In the afternoon, Song Yufeng left the company and felt the world suddenly vast.

But then he realized he had nowhere to go—and as the rush of moral satisfaction faded, he felt a deep sadness.

Song Yufeng pulled out his phone, intending to call his girlfriend, but unconsciously dialed the originator of it all.

“Huh? Already took him down? Then come to me—I’m at the student dorm on Donghua University’s campus, Shangshi Road.” Yu Xing sounded surprised, then extended an invitation.

Song Yufeng put his phone away and sighed deeply.

When he arrived at the Songjiang University Town and found Guiai Network’s booth, he saw Yu Xing—the true mastermind—enthusiastically explaining love contracts to college students.

Song Yufeng didn’t get close; he just crouched nearby, watching.

One after another after another.

Yu Xing kept explaining with relentless enthusiasm.

The weather was still scorching; Song Yufing could see the entrepreneur’s clothes soaked in sweat.

“Hey, Brother Feng,” Yu Xing wiped his brow, spotted the journalist quietly withering on the other side, and walked over to greet him.

Song Yufeng looked up: “I don’t understand.”

Yu Xing blinked: “What don’t you understand?”

Song Yufeng frowned: “The online storm’s already building—why are you still patiently stuck here doing frontline sales?”

“What else should I do?” Yu Xing laughed. “I’m here to make money. Doing sales earns money—and it doesn’t interfere with NetEase, not with your help, right?”

Song Yufeng shook his head. Perhaps this was what a true entrepreneur looked like—he still couldn’t grasp how Yu Xing had the patience for grassroots work at a time like this.

He recounted the afternoon’s events: he’d already fired his verbal barrage at the director.

“Great! A bit early, but the impact’s solid—now you’ve got witnesses, publicly branded it. Tomorrow, give an interview with Tencent, and your job’s done.” Yu Xing grinned.

Song Yufeng was about to nod, then froze: “What? Tencent interview? Where’d that come from? Didn’t we just mock Tencent too?”

Yu Xing confirmed: “It’s Tencent—I asked a friend to arrange it. They’re interested too. And I’m the one mocking Tencent—you’re clean. You’re just a righteous NetEase employee. No problem.”

“No, there is a problem! I don’t want the interview!” Song Yufeng stood up, then winced as his legs went numb and he crouched again, looking up urgently. “I just need to post a thread! I’ll verify my identity and help you prove what happened from the sidelines!”

Yu Xing shook his head: “No. You must do the interview.”

Song Yufeng stubbornly replied: “No.”

Yu Xing’s eyes flashed with menace: “I paid your travel and meal expenses—now you’re telling me no?”

“You…” Song Yufeng’s tone softened slightly. “Don’t push me! I’ve already helped you enough!”

“If you don’t want others to hear the recording,” Yu Xing mentioned the recording, then pressed on, “if you want to be tough, be tough all the way. You won’t be working at NetEase anymore—maybe you won’t even survive as a journalist. What’s left to fear?”

“…You’re really good at comforting people.”

Yu Xing said seriously: “I’m helping you. If NetEase has no integrity, then you’re its last.”

Song Yufeng sighed helplessly: “Sometimes I don’t want to be so noble. You’re forcing a good woman into prostitution! Yu Xing—you’re forcing a good woman into prostitution!”

“No,” Yu Xing said, the sunset glinting on his face, “I’m forcing a prostitute to become good.”

Song Yufeng: “…”

Yu Xing crouched down, meeting his gaze: “Brother Feng, we’re at this point now—Guiai Network’s fate rests on you. Your girlfriend’s equity value rests on you too. Please.”

Song Yufeng let out a long sigh—he really didn’t want to take off his clothes…

But he’d already blasted the director; the buttons were already undone. Now he had no choice.

He reluctantly agreed—just as he had before.

“Let’s grab dinner and have a drink,” Yu Xing relaxed.

Song Yufeng heard this like he was being offered poison and shook his head frantically.

But when they reached the table, beer was already poured—a single glass.

Yu Xing raised his cup, drank half, while Song Yufeng only took a tiny sip.

With nothing left to do, Song Yufeng was drunk without drinking, speaking honestly: “This afternoon, denouncing Ying Jiadong—it felt incredible. He knew I stood for justice, and I knew I stood for justice. When I finally stepped forward, every other voice fell silent.”

Yu Xing gave a thumbs-up: “Brother Feng, tough!”

Song Yufeng showed no joy, only shook his head: “Yu Xing, you don’t know—I’ve been a reporter for over a year. So often, it’s not that I want my blood to cool—it’s what I’ve seen, what I’ve lived through… charity organizations, corporate secrets… forget it, talking about it’s pointless.”

He raised his cup, sipped: “I remember once interviewing a kind man who sponsored left-behind children—guess what? He was a ragpicker. I was stunned. I didn’t know why, but suddenly, I thought I saw things clearly—and then I realized I saw nothing at all.”

Yu Xing sighed: “Brother Feng, if you keep going, I’m going to record this again.”

Song Yufeng snapped back to reality, laughed bitterly, then sighed: “You’ve coerced me. After this is over, I don’t even know what I’ll do next. I’ll have to think hard.”

Yu Xing raised his cup seriously: “Alright, Brother Feng. If one day you’re stranded, penniless, with no one to turn to—just say the word. I’ll help you.”

Song Yufeng scratched his head, confused, then murmured: “Alright.”

Halfway through the meal, Yu Xing put down his chopsticks, checked the time, and said: “It’s almost time for Sina’s phone interview.”

Song Yufeng blinked, then asked involuntarily: “Tencent again? Sina too? How many outlets did you contact? How much did you spend?”

“All I could reach,” Yu Xing said lightly. “All I could spend. Brother Feng, I’m going all in—while the big companies are slow, I’ve bet everything.”

Song Yufeng stared at Yu Xing’s blazing eyes and suddenly sensed his lethal determination.

“Bet everything on one move”—easy to say, but few could actually do it.

Song Yufeng gripped his cup and sighed: “You’re bold. Didn’t you pay out all your salary? What if all this gets buried by PR? Don’t you keep any money back?”

“Then I accept the loss,” Yu Xing smiled calmly. “I’ve got nothing left to lose.”

Song Yufeng shook his head—he didn’t understand this man’s mindset, or his barefoot courage.

Moments later, Sina’s phone interview came as scheduled.

Song Yufeng heard the first words of Yu Xing’s reply to the question.

Yu Xing held his phone and answered calmly: “As a medical student, I never expected business competition to be more intense than doctor-patient relations.”