Chapter 3: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

 

Chapter 3: Orthodontics in the Emergency Room  

Ten minutes later, Yan Zhixu received a text from Jiang Yan.  

She glanced at it, shoved her phone back into her pocket, and turned toward the underground parking garage.  

In the garage, a black motorcycle with top-tier equipment was parked.  

She swung her long legs over and hopped onto it.  

She pushed her black baseball cap down, hung her laptop bag on the bike, and revved the engine.  

"Vroom—"  

The speed shot up, the wind whistling as it rushed past her ears.  

The faster she went, the more her heart raced, blood boiling in her veins, but her gaze remained calm and composed.  

"Skrrt—"  

The motorcycle suddenly swerved and came to a sharp stop in front of Jiu'an Hospital, kicking up a cloud of dust and attracting the attention of pedestrians.  

She planted her feet, jumped off the bike, and walked toward a nearby milk tea shop, scanning the towering buildings in front of her.  

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A waitress in a black and white uniform approached, handing her a menu. "Miss, what would you like to drink?"  

Yan Zhixu sat in a corner, placing her laptop bag on the table and taking the menu. "Just plain water."  

"Okay."  

After the waitress left, she lowered her cap, unzipped her bag, and pulled out an ultra-thin black notebook.  

She entered the password, booted it up, and a group software she had developed herself displayed 99+ messages.  

She clicked through them quickly, scanning and exiting after a moment.  

Logging into Jiu'an Hospital’s official website, her fingers flew over the keyboard with speed and precision.  

The keyboard was of high quality, making no sound as her fingers danced over it.  

As she typed, strings of black characters appeared on the screen.  

[Firewall decryption in progress: 1%, 15%, 33%, 45%…]  

[Ding! Firewall decryption successful, security system compromised.]  

"Miss, your plain water."  

The waitress brought the drink over, but her position prevented her from seeing Yan Zhixu’s screen, only witnessing the speed at which her fingers flew, leaving an afterimage.  

Is she playing a game? From the hand speed alone, she must be a big shot.  

"Thanks."  

Yan Zhixu’s gaze never left the screen.  

"Ding—"  

The system was successfully breached.  

Yan Zhixu leaned against the table and took a sip of her water.  

"Vroom—"  

Her phone buzzed incessantly.  

She picked it up and opened Weibo.  

As her "best friend" took the initiative to expose information, Yan Zhixu was once again mocked and resisted by the public.  

Yu Furong V: *[I just saw the surgical lights turn on at the ER entrance, and a cold chill swept over me.]*  

*In two years of friendship, I never thought one of my best friends would interfere in another’s relationship.*  

*Sigh... I hope An’an will be fine, just as her name suggests, safe and sound. Praying.jpg]*  

Thank you, Furong, for always waiting at the ER for An’an. Grateful.jpg  

Is An’an okay? Which hospital is she at? Can we visit?  

Just thinking about the b*tch who caused An’an to be hospitalized makes me want to rip her apart to relieve my anger!  

True friendship shows in hard times. Yu Furong waiting at the ER all this time proves their real bond. Unlike other small-time celebrities who are always posting selfies with their friends, but when something happens, they're the first to cut ties.  

I won’t lie, even though I don’t like Mo An’an, compared to Yan, I’d rather she be my brother’s girlfriend.  

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Reading through the endless rants and insults from the netizens, Yan Zhixu smirked and murmured, "Plastic sisters, huh."  

The comments section was mostly cursing her and sympathizing with Mo An’an.  

The same tired phrases over and over, and she found it boring. She casually tossed her phone on the table. "When Heaven wants to destroy someone, it first drives them mad."  

Yan Zhixu leaned back in her chair, her eyes filled with a cold, sharp gaze.  

She removed her cap and casually drummed her fingers on the table, watching the screen with interest.  

On the screen was a copy of Mo An’an’s medical report.  

Yan Zhixu smirked slightly and muttered, "Wasn’t she supposed to have slit her wrists and committed suicide? Now she’s in the ER for orthodontic surgery? What a talent."  

Since Yu Furong had practically handed her the head on a platter, she couldn’t be blamed for taking it.  

With a slight smile, Yan Zhixu copied the data and pulled out her phone to text Jiang Yan: *[Sell this info to a paparazzi team. The money you make is your pocket money.]*  

Jiang Yan didn’t ask what it was about and immediately agreed: *[Boss, I’ll make sure the job is done perfectly.]*  

Anyone who dared to slander his boss would regret it.  

After finishing everything, Yan Zhixu leaned back, lazily standing up, and shut down her laptop before packing it away.  

Her movements were smooth and efficient, almost too graceful to ignore.  

A customer sitting nearby looked up, captivated by the scene. She held her chin with both hands, sipping her milk tea with a thoughtful expression.  

"Please take care."  

Yan Zhixu grabbed her laptop bag and leisurely walked out of the shop.  

As soon as she left, a young girl sitting by the window quickly looked up, hurriedly sent a text, and dashed to the front counter.  

"Waitress, bill please."  

"One plain water, 5 yuan."  

(End of Chapter)

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