You're Strong But Now You're Mine
Chapter 129 - 128: A Letter

Chapter 129: Chapter 128: A Letter

"If you ever need help, don’t hesitate to seek out the White Night. We are your strongest support."

After discussing various details, Wen Hong tearfully and sincerely urged Le Yu, making him feel that the White Night Walkers were genuinely kind-hearted people—even someone like the traitor ’Yin Yin Yin’ was so caring. Luckily, he disguised himself from the beginning, keeping his affinity level with Xuanzhu White Night as ’indifferent.’ Otherwise, he might have become a core member of Xuanzhu White Night by now.

However, Wen Hong’s request was exactly what Le Yu had in mind.

Since the ambush in the dark alley half a month ago, Le Yu had been harboring a grudge—he wasn’t made of mud, he was nearly cornered by dozens of strong men. If not for Mu Qingmei’s help, he would have had to offer Jing Zhengwei’s first drop of blood, how could he not be angry?

At that time, it was a crucial period for the newspaper office, and Le Yu didn’t know who sent those people, so he swallowed his anger and dealt with the matters of the Youth Daily first.

Moreover, even if Le Yu knew who sent them, he had no way to retaliate—Jing Zhengwei didn’t have any private armed forces; even if he was beaten, he could only rely on the Jing Family to stand up for him. As for how much the Jing Family would do for him, Le Yu couldn’t decide.

If he had the Golden Cudgel, who wouldn’t want to storm the Celestial Palace?

The Silver Blood Association also gave the Jing Family an explanation, the attackers were supposedly sent by the second largest gang outside the city, the Yitian Gang. They were paid by the second leader to attack a ’rich young master,’ and the second leader committed suicide afterward, cutting off the clues. But the Silver Blood Association compensated the Jing Family with the second leader’s family’s property, involving some interest exchanges, thus ending the matter.

No one asked for Le Yu’s opinion.

But Le Yu didn’t expect the Jing Family to stand up for him, because he realized the root of the problem lay within the Jing Family—Jing Zhengwei’s death would benefit the other Jing brothers the most. The Yitian Gang was just a pawn they pushed to the forefront!

Thinking this, Le Yu felt the Silver Blood Association was quite considerate of the Jing Family: "Damn it, you sons can inherit the family property, go for revenge, set fires, but do it within your own home. Why cause trouble in broad daylight on the streets? You dare to implicate our Silver Blood Association in your internal affairs? This is fleecing public service departments!"

The Jing Family quickly accepted the Silver Blood Association’s handling of the ambush, certainly for this reason—Jing Qingfu couldn’t ignore that the instigators behind his eldest son’s murder were his other sons. If he pursued it further and the Silver Blood Association found the ’culprit,’ it would be embarrassing for everyone.

To save face for everyone, they could only inconvenience Le Yu.

In Jing Qingfu’s view, even if his eldest son wanted revenge, it would only damage the businesses of his other sons—which fit his ’raising insects’ intention, and he could see his sons’ skills.

What could Le Yu do if not rebel?

Alas, Le Yu indeed wanted rebellion: they thought it was family strife, and no one would go all out—for if the table was completely overturned, no one would have food.

They never thought Le Yu was a guide, secretly bringing in White Night, seizing their home, destroying their production materials, breaking the capitalists’ lifeline?

It’s only in the past couple of days that Le Yu figured it out—no matter who sent the assassins, it was one of the three brothers. Going after them was undoubtedly correct!

Initially, Le Yu felt some compassion; he didn’t consider the three brothers negatively. Jing Zhengwu was the sarcastic brother, Jing Main Hall was the sycophant brother, Jing Zhengfeng was the delinquent brother. But no matter how, they were brothers, and Le Yu thought he should be more magnanimous.

But now, knowing they united to cut salaries and establish a hierarchy of corporate slaves, Le Yu had no hesitation—all brothers, once seated in a capitalist’s chair, turn into heartless brothers.

Though he didn’t know which of them wanted to harm the elder brother, messing with all of them was right!

Brothers, reflect on your past deeds!

Le Yu asked Wen Hong to wait two or three days, as he could find detailed information on the defenses of his brother’s factories.

Capitalists aren’t foolish; these days, factories are well-guarded day and night. High walls and barriers constantly have people stationed; the poor have guns and knives, while the rich—it’s said that the Ting Family’s munitions factory is comparable to a military fortress, with guard posts manned by martial artists wielding handguns and strong pistols.

Without maps and patrol defense intel, attacking a factory at night is risky, even potentially resulting in a counterattack. Collecting such intelligence might be difficult for White Night, but for Le Yu, it’s not an issue—many of the guards originally from factories now serve the Jing Family and are well-acquainted with the defense layout.

Le Yu doesn’t even have to ask them for intel.

Because Jing Zhengwei already did.

Even Le Yu could think of the insidious plan to destroy factories, how could the distinguished eldest son Jing Zhengwei not?

Over the years, he consciously employed factory guards, not only from the Jing Family but also from other associations, acquiring intel from them.

Apart from that, Jing Zhengwei would personally act out as Batman at night, confirming intel and tracking key personnel. Jing Zhengwu’s small treasury was one of his accomplishments.

Over time, Jing Zhengwei had already mastered 30% of Xuanzhu County’s factory defense intel, and even if some information was outdated, it could still be tremendously useful.

Jing Zhengwei even carried out factory sabotage—his processing plant was personally set ablaze by him at night, causing the original owner to fail meeting contract obligations, triggering a chain reaction and forced to sell at a low price.

Le Yu certainly needed to utilize Jing Zhengwei’s legacy well.

Changing back into men’s clothing and hiding the women’s dress, Le Yu bought some food from Shimen Street’s gate and leisurely returned to the newspaper office.

Upon arriving on the second floor, he ran into Mu Qingmei facing him head-on. She stared in surprise at Le Yu coming up from the first floor, glanced at the stairs leading to the third floor, and asked, "Jing... Editor-in-Chief, weren’t you on the third floor?"

"The delivery arrived, I went down to get it." Le Yu lifted the food box in his hand.

"Delivery?" Mu Qingmei was somewhat puzzled.

"It’s when someone from a snack shop delivers food here to the newspaper office, or to home."

"Is there such a service?" Mu Qingmei asked in surprise, "I want to try it too."

"No."

"Then you’re..."

"But I have money, silly child." Le Yu looked at Mu Qingmei with a kind face: "With money comes service, without money there’s no service. But don’t lose heart, just work hard..."

"So in the future, I can order delivery?"

"In the future, you’ll see me buy out the snack shop so the manager can deliver to me."

Mu Qingmei squinted slightly, trying to hide her disdain for capitalists.

"By the way, how did you know I was on the third floor?" Le Yu asked, "Are you spying on me again?"

The editors on the second floor, who were writing drafts, simultaneously perked up their ears.

Mu Qingmei’s face suddenly changed: "Peeping, what peeping... Can you call a colleague’s business peeping?... I just had some questions I couldn’t figure out while writing an article, so I wanted to discuss it with the editor-in-chief!"

"Really? But you haven’t discussed anything with me these days." Leyu didn’t give Mu Qingmei any chance to escape: "Have you been peeping at me all this time, getting anxious whenever I’m not around?"

"I, I..."

"I understand, I understand!" Leyu nodded vigorously: "But right now, I just want to focus on the newspaper’s business, I have no intention of dating or love. Let’s work hard together for the newspaper, forge achievements with our youth that we won’t regret! Keep it up, I’ll always be watching you, go for it!"

At this point, Leyu suddenly raised his voice, "You all too, although ’Youth Daily’ is doing well, our foundation is very weak, and our content is not irreplaceable, Xuanzhu Daily and others could catch up at any time. Our cause is not yet successful, comrades still need to work hard!"

Everyone responded in unison: "Yes!"

"Good, continue working!"

Leyu leisurely took the lunch box and went up to the third floor, Mu Qingmei was stunned for a while, then went back to her seat. With her strong Spiritual Power as a Martial Artist, she keenly sensed that everyone was looking at her a bit strangely.

How could she not know that everyone misunderstood her as liking the Jing family’s eldest son? Thinking about it made Mu Qingmei feel sick, as if she had swallowed a fly—being slandered into liking such scum, she felt like her dignity was being stained.

She picked up a pen, but her mind was still foggy, and she felt annoyed by those gazes. After thinking it through, she still felt that holding it in only made it worse, stepping back made it feel even more unfair, she wanted to stand up and shout a few times to prove her taste wasn’t that bad.

At this time, the middle-aged editor Zhang Dayi, in charge of the ’Knowledge Discussion Area’, suddenly came over and said ingratiatingly: "Editor Mu, I think your response actually... has nothing wrong with it, you can go ahead with it, no need to change it."

Hmm?

Mu Qingmei glanced at him, Editor Mu?

Zhang Dayi previously, because of his responsibility for the ’Knowledge Discussion Area’ column, thought he had some authority, either called her ’Little Mu’ or ’Qing Mei’, pretending to be very familiar with her, even sometimes wanting to touch her hand—if she hadn’t wanted to avoid trouble, merely dodging wouldn’t have sufficed, she would have busted his hand.

Seeing that she wasn’t ’sensible’, Zhang Dayi caused her trouble at work, though he could indeed find faults in her drafts, forcing Mu Qingmei to revise an article over a dozen times.

Now he was actually chickening out?

Seeing his flattering look, Mu Qingmei instantly understood—he was afraid of Jing Zhengwei!

Thinking of this, Mu Qingmei naturally didn’t let it go, scolded Zhang Dayi fiercely for over a dozen sentences, and then nitpicked at Zhang Dayi’s drafts, which secretly delighted other editors, while Zhang Dayi could only nod repeatedly to show understanding.

What about forgiving when things can be forgiven—nonsense! When others bully you, why don’t they forgive you? When it’s your turn to show your might, should you forgive?

After saying what she felt comfortable with, Mu Qingmei waved her hand, signaling Zhang Dayi to leave. Zhang Dayi, relieved, quickly returned to his seat to work.

Soon, Mu Qingmei experienced a completely different working environment: when others poured water, they would remember to pour hers too; when ink ran out, she could get the newest and finest; a completed draft could pass on the first try...

If working before was like practicing martial arts, although tiring, it had its rewards; now working was akin to attending school, not only rewarding but also relaxed and enjoyable—though Mu Qingmei hadn’t attended school, she just felt this way.

Mu Qingmei suddenly discovered that she had become the overlord of the newspaper!

Seems... not bad... right?

Anyway, this capitalist Jing Zhengwei owes us common people so much, so I’ll use his influence as a little interest repayment.

Considering this scumbag unintentionally did a tiny bit of good, next opportunity I’ll just straight up end him, no more torture...

...

...

"I’m almost done." Qing Lan was startled, looked up to see Leyu holding an ice-cold honey-sweet Five-Flower Tea in his left hand, and a piece of walnut crisp ready to be placed in his mouth in his right hand.

Her throat rumbled, she couldn’t help but swallow, Leyu saw this and stuffed the walnut crisp into her mouth, chuckling said: "That’s the last piece, if you’re still hungry, wait for dinner."

Qing Lan covered her mouth, finished chewing the walnut crisp, skillfully twisted open the adjacent water bottle cap, took a sip of coconut milk, seeming entirely revitalized, and asked: "Sir, when did you come in?"

"Not only did I come in, but I also sat down, ate the cake, probably been eating for ten minutes." Leyu laughed: "What are you writing, so focused?"

Qing Lan sighed: "I’m replying to readers’ letters."

"Readers’ letters?"

The newspaper naturally receives readers’ letters, and ’Youth Daily’ has also opened a submission mailbox—the newspaper releases the next issue’s ’Knowledge Discussion Area’ three topics, interested readers can write to contribute.

But among the contributions besides discussions and answers, there are naturally... criticisms.

Just as you would find critical comments in comment sections, the newspaper naturally receives many critical letters. When people feel dissatisfied, they naturally want a place to vent their anger.

But just as Ting Day doesn’t read comments, most newspapers rarely pay much attention to this kind of critical correspondence—unless it’s from someone important. So Leyu curiously asked: "Why bother replying?"

Qing Lan said: "Because many letters criticize the same issue, I feel it’s necessary to respond in the newspaper as the editor-in-chief."

Leyu reached for Qing Lan’s manuscript, Qing Lan instinctively wanted to stop it but still reluctantly let go.

Leyu didn’t care to read Qing Lan’s ’masterpiece’, directly looking at the issues being addressed.

"Oh... criticizing us for putting suggestive images on the cover?"

Leyu already knew people would surely criticize this—sigh, readers these days, not as kind as future netizens, no ’long live the original poster’, ’support to the poster’, ’thanks’, nothing like that.

So how did Qing Lan respond?

Leyu curiously read Qing Lan’s reply and burst out laughing:

"...The cover image, created by our newspaper’s artist, ’Fantasy Martial Artist’, mainly aimed to showcase the Martial Artist’s demeanor, attract the public to practice Combat Technique and enhance their body. As for using female images, it’s a matter of the artist’s interest, unrelated to our newspaper’s style, and there’s nothing wrong with using female images, it’s 2085, yet people still discriminate against female Martial Artists, when will female Martial Artists stand up? I’m afraid our newspaper cannot concur with this reader’s view..."