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Chapter 910 - 376: Here Comes the Pot Smash!_3

Chapter 910: Chapter 376: Here Comes the Pot Smash!_3

A one-off pig slaughtering scam, no follow-up, just con as much as you can.

So Gu Tonglin even used some outdated records from Xingyu’s project filings to aggressively dupe these "leeks."

This big brother had already lost quite a bit in the stock market. His cash on hand wasn’t even a million, so he borrowed another 500,000 from outside, eagerly waiting to make a killing off the "Battle Through the Heavens" franchise.

As he put it: "I don’t trust outsiders, but can I not trust Xingyu and Gou God?"

Su Huai forced a grin through gritted teeth: "You trusted the wrong people. We at Xingyu have already pulled out of the project. But don’t worry, I’ll settle this for you. The question is—do you have the guts to make a move?"

The guy, unsure what switch got flipped, leapt up abruptly.

"Gou God, don’t worry, I have no other skills but a boiling hot blood! Just tell me what to do!"

"I’ll have someone contact you. Wait for instructions."

Scheming and playing dirty can’t involve showing your own face.

Su Huai promptly summoned An Beibei—Xingyu’s Chief Instructor for the anchor training camp, a retired professional gold-digger, but most importantly... Gu Tongshu’s person.

Su Huai deliberately wanted to use Gu Tongshu’s people.

"Go collect all the details on Battle Through the Heavens, including actual shooting costs, post-production VFX quotes, and funds expenditure. Make sure the evidence chain is airtight, then head to the Northeast to meet this guy. And remember to hide your identity well."

An Beibei quickly figured out exactly what Su Huai was plotting and cut straight to the point with her question.

"Then what? Should I support him going the legal route, or...?"

"Both—escalate it big time."

Su Huai flashed a toothy grin, the chill in his words like a winter draft: "Since they don’t want to play fair, then no one gets to play. Smash their pots for me!"

"Got it."

An Beibei delivered results with lightning speed. By mid-December, Old Northeast had already gathered several other victims and slapped the Battle Through the Heavens production team with a lawsuit.

The truth is, this had nothing to do with the production team. The fractionalized shares sold as products were entirely spun up by Gu Tonglin’s financial firm.

But the Battle Through the Heavens team had traffic. You understand what that means.

Gou Huai’s sneaky move sent shockwaves in every direction. Marketing accounts swarmed in like vultures—"Feast’s on! All-you-can-eat buffet tonight!"

Director Yu and his folks were driven to desperation, while stars like Wu Lei, Li Qin, and Xin Zhilei became permanent fixtures on trending charts as the chaos spiraled further.

During all this, Su Huai certainly didn’t just sit idle.

"Troops, charge!"

His army of intelligent bots went berserk inside the fray, targeting everyone tied to Battle Through the Heavens: actors, directors, producers—even Potato got dragged down, sparking tremendous online fervor.

Elsewhere...

"Mr. Gu, the evidence out there is extremely unfavorable for your side. I can take your anti-defamation job, but the budget might need to be increased a bit."

Gu Tonglin, looking disheveled, screamed into his phone: "Money? I have plenty! Just hurry up and get the dirt under control!"

"OK, as soon as the funds are transferred, we’ll start work immediately."

Su Huai watched Gu Tonglin wire 20 million straight into the overseas account of the Army Commander and burst into a maniacal laugh. He instructed the troops to dedicate more than half their resources to an anti-smear campaign.

How devious is that?

Attacking themselves until they’re black and blue...

Su Huai went all-in, making sure the ones who got paid for defamation gave it their best shot. Every day saw waves of "trolls" being flamed off the internet, deactivating accounts, or getting banned by platforms.

Each evening, a long list of daily "war victories"—complete with text reports and screenshots—was compiled and sent to Gu Tonglin.

"Holy shit!"

Gu Tonglin stared at the massive document in utter shock.

"So it really is true—specialized work is for specialists! These bots are savage! Hahaha, money well spent!"

Of course, he didn’t forget to throw additional funds at Weibo to tone down the trending heat. Basic knowledge: anti-smear campaigns don’t solve the root problem; muddying the waters and lowering the heat is the ultimate trick.

Meanwhile, over at Penguin, they had also jumped into action.

Battle Through the Heavens was their marquee premiere for the new year. Even if the half-finished product visibly reeked, it still needed defending. So these folks started mobilizing media resources to issue clarifications while getting in touch with Su Huai...

"Mr. Su, can you lend a hand on your end?"

Gou Huai held back laughter, his voice feigning surprise: "With your media resources, what help could Xingyu possibly offer?"

"It’s like this—there are a few marketing accounts that seem to have a good relationship with your side. Could you ask them to tone it down?"

Don’t underestimate these internet giants—they really have a tight grip on the web.

Su Huai readily agreed: "OK, I’ll manage our partners for PR. I’ll cover the costs myself."

"Thank you so much, but we can’t let you take the hit for free. How about this—let’s throw in some extra editing resources for 101 as a token."

Smart folks never settle for money-for-services deals directly.

Look how neat this is: exchange resources, create mutual value—everyone wins, right?

So Gou Huai cheerfully "managed PR" with a few marketing accounts, two of which were external acquaintances, while the remaining three were simply smurf accounts managed by his Army Commander. Yet another case of self-generated drama.

After wrapping this up, Su Huai poured himself a glass of ’82 jasmine-scented honey tea and settled back for the show, watching the chaos escalate further.

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These past two days, I’ve been digging into Fu Peng and Gao Shanwen’s talks, feeling like I’ve time-traveled back to an era of real-life commentary—it’s especially amusing.

I might’ve mentioned before: an economist’s or financial theorist’s arguments are neither right nor wrong—they’re all about the standpoint. Because interpreting problems through a biased lens is a standard skill for everyone in the field.

The past few days have thoroughly proven this point.

Just sit back and enjoy the show; don’t let yourself get dragged into it.