He could no longer bear the physical and mental battering of the last two days. Seeing the man he once thought he held in the palm of his hand crushed the will to live that had sustained him, overwhelmed by humiliation, rage, and terror, he fell in a heap!

Watching the man twitch and weep on the ground, Wang Zhuo’s heart was like iron, without a shred of sympathy or pity. This kind of societal dross, a parasite on the nation, capable of nothing but squandering, indulging, and bullying the good—the very existence of such a person was merely a waste of grain and a burden on society, destroying the stability and unity of the motherland and the orderly life of the people. Dammit, he deserved to die!

If the four monitoring personnel hadn't been standing nearby, Wang Zhuo would certainly have walked up, spat on the scumbag’s face, cursed him for kicking him while he was down, and given him a few kicks. But even in this state, Wang Zhuo felt deeply satisfied.

“Damn, even if he doesn’t die from that fall, he’s lost half his life now,” Sun Donghao chuckled gloatingly.

The two monitoring officers quickly stepped forward, half-supporting and half-carrying Luo Kelong up. One of them suddenly swore: "Holy crap." It turned out that the urine Luo Kelong had been holding in all morning had finally lost control at this moment, making a complete mess of his clothes and the floor.

“Ah? Hahaha!” Sun Donghao burst into laughter: “Boss, look! That kid actually wet himself because he saw you!”

“He fell, it wasn’t because I scared him,” Wang Zhuo couldn't help but smirk, feigning solemnity as he explained.

“Isn’t it the same thing? You scared him so much he fell, and then he peed from the fall—the causality chain holds perfectly!” Sun Donghao said while pulling out his phone, clearly intending to take a picture.

“Stop messing around,” Wang Zhuo quickly stopped him, speaking with irritation: “Those people are from the Disciplinary Inspection team. Do you want them to confiscate your phone?” Sun Donghao stuck out his tongue and obediently put his phone away. Just then, Lu Xue subtly made a gesture of victory toward the two men.

“That woman is wicked; just because that Luo guy has history with you, she plays people like this,” Sun Donghao whispered with a low chuckle. “But your charm, Boss, is truly unmatched. Even a random nurse you meet at the hospital shows you this much respect.”

Luo Kelong, having been half-lifted, was promptly set back down. Only after he had finally finished urinating did the four monitoring officers, repeatedly exclaiming how unlucky this was, hastily fussed him into the hospital room.

Using the excuse of finding Luo Kelong fresh clothes, Lu Xue quickly pushed the nursing cart away from the room. When she reached Wang Zhuo and Sun Donghao, her stern expression finally broke, and she burst out laughing.

Sun Donghao gave her a thumbs-up, praising: “Beauty, that move you pulled was brilliant. So satisfying!”

Lu Xue nodded cheerfully and smiled at Wang Zhuo: “I got a small measure of revenge for you. How does that feel? Satisfying enough?”

“Satisfying doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Wang Zhuo laughed happily. “Give me your contact info; let’s stay in touch.”

It wasn't until they reached the hospital parking lot that Sun Donghao teased: “Boss, this Lu Xue has a good personality. Though she’s not as gorgeous as Xiao Bai, she’s a proper nurse—don’t you have any thoughts?”

“Thoughts about what?” Wang Zhuo said, half-amused, half-annoyed: “Do you know what I do? I’m a doctor. Will a doctor ever lack nurses?”

“True enough,” Sun Donghao shrugged with a hint of regret. “So you’re saying Lu Xue doesn’t even catch your eye. You could probably snap your fingers, and a line of nurse beauties ten times better than her would line up immediately.”

“Get lost. You think I’m like you, only thinking about men and women all day besides eating and sleeping!” Wang Zhuo shot him an exasperated look and started the car.

That evening, Wang Zhuo added Lu Xue on QQ. While chatting about their recent situations, he quickly learned the crux of what Lu Xue wanted.

It was just that she was a medical postgraduate struggling to find a good job after graduation. That was something incredibly easy for Wang Zhuo to handle. A casual promise solved the employment issue for Lu Xue’s boyfriend.

For others, securing a lucrative position in this field might be arduous and headache-inducing, but for Wang Zhuo, it was trivial. He told Lu Xue to discuss with her boyfriend whether they preferred a position at a Grade II or Grade III hospital, or even within his own Dynasty Group—he could satisfy either choice!

To Wang Zhuo, this was a negligible matter; however, what Lu Xue had done that day had made him quite happy, so a return favor was only proper. But for Lu Xue and her boyfriend, this was a golden opportunity that couldn't be found even with a lantern lit. Now, the two of them were troubled: should they have Wang Zhuo recommend them to those dream hospitals, or was joining the Dynasty Group better?

This was a difficult choice. Large hospitals offered good benefits and substantial kickbacks, with astonishing gray income. But the Dynasty Group was the pinnacle of the entire industry; even without gray income, one could enjoy a status that would incite envy and hatred in the vast majority.

What finally prompted their decision was a sudden, whimsical question from Lu Xue.

Half-jokingly, half-testing the waters, she called Wang Zhuo and asked if her boyfriend, with his Master’s degree, would have a chance to enjoy the "Big Man Enhancement" welfare treatment after working at the Dynasty Group for a period.

Wang Zhuo couldn't help but laugh. He said that others might not have it, but since he was Lu Xue's boyfriend, that treatment was mandatory!

And so, Lu Xue's boyfriend was absorbed into Wang Zhuo's corporate structure, saving Wang Zhuo the trouble of calling in favors from colleagues in the industry.

Luo Guanzhang has fallen!

The “Old Ragpicker’s Great Discovery” was the little treasury of the Luo Guanzhang family of three!

Luo Guanzhang had a private account in a Swiss bank! The US dollars and Euros in it converted to over one billion RMB!

Luo Guanzhang was a 'rocket cadre,' his promotion speed strangely rapid!

Digging deeper would inevitably lead to higher levels of the hierarchy... Whose admiration had Luo Bin earned to be promoted so quickly and to hold such an important post as Customs Director of Jiangzhou? This was not an issue for ordinary citizens to worry about. Public opinion has a responsibility to guide where the masses focus their attention, not to fuel the fire and pursue accountability for higher-ranking officials. In this era, the best way to control public opinion is not suppression, but attraction. The repatriation of Lai Changxing back in the day was an example—the news of his return only made headlines for a day before being completely overshadowed by the high-speed rail accident coverage. Thus, the best way to make an incident fade from public memory is to use another event to snatch everyone’s eyeballs.

Luo Bin's case was too political, and the severity of his corruption was simply appalling. Furthermore, his downfall could be considered a victory for online supervision. The "Old Ragpicker" video was equivalent to a successful anonymous tip, a sensational hook enough to make hundreds of millions of citizens rejoice and love the internet, the last remaining bastion of purity.

Coincidentally, the timing of this incident came when the domestic debate over whether the internet required real-name registration was raging. The relevant departments, already troubled by the excessive attention on Luo Guanzhang's fall, calculated: Fine, let's divert their attention to the real-name registration debate!

Consequently, major media outlets pulled news about "Director Luo" from their homepages and prominent sections; some websites even relegated the story to the archives entirely to comply with the directives of the supervising authorities.

Luo Bin’s downfall had actually achieved Wang Zhuo’s objective. So, he also instructed Cheng Gang to have the 'Wumao' teams cooperate appropriately with the superiors’ demands to guide netizens to shift their focus.

Ironically, when the diverted netizens unleashed the great weapon of human flesh search and tracked down the registered identity of the first person to upload the "Old Ragpicker" video, they discovered the account used an ID card cloned by Luo Guanzhang—the ID of Wang Xiaoming.

For years, the debate over whether the internet should require real-name registration had been fierce, bringing up ridiculous regulations like 'real-name registration for buying condoms,' 'real-name registration for buying kitchen knives,' and 'real-name registration for logging in to play simple games' to be blasted by critics.

“Old Ragpicker Wang Xiaoming” instantly became a trending phrase again. However, the actual Mr. Wang Xiaoming whose identity was cloned by Luo Guanzhang was a balding man with a straight nose, square mouth, and thick eyebrows—not at all matching the image of an "Old Ragpicker." The netizens couldn't help but use this incident to mock the actual meaning of real-name registration: any random ID card could pass authentication, not only concealing one's identity but also causing unnecessary trouble for others. It possessed absolutely no regulatory effect whatsoever.

Just like that, the public’s attention was successfully diverted, and Luo Guanzhang was reduced to a supporting character and a laughingstock.

However, Wang Zhuo's various actions during this period had attracted the attention of the “Relevant Departments.” The process of Luo Guanzhang’s downfall was too bizarre; this method of exposure was precisely Wang Zhuo’s specialty—online sensationalism. Could this have been his doing?

A small detail was quickly unearthed: Wang Zhuo held a grudge against Luo Kelong. After Luo Shao returned from studying in Japan, he had repeatedly suppressed Wang Zhuo to steal the spotlight. Given Wang Zhuo’s personality, revenge was highly likely!

When this matter was brought up by those who were looking for trouble, a month had passed since Luo Bin’s downfall. Then, someone else pointed out that Wang Zhuo had been unusually low-key during this past month—which was unlike his usual style. Could he be feeling guilty because he committed a crime?

Officials fear those who play outside the rules the most. They use methods outside the established system, and their strikes are vicious, capable of bringing about ruin. Such players are the most terrifying; they are like hydrogen bombs ready to detonate at any moment. If you provoke them carelessly, they can drag you down into mutual annihilation!

Indeed, this method had rid the people of a menace. But the ruthless execution sent shivers down the spines of many officials who weren't entirely clean. Thus, many people were secretly speculating: was it Wang Zhuo who orchestrated this?

If it was him, they swore they would distance themselves from him, stay far, far away!

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