At noon, Guangyou, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and yawned: "I actually fell asleep, but I slept quite well."

He was indeed trying to figure something out, but the sunlight was so bright and comfortable that he fell asleep without realizing it and only woke up now.

"Take your time and think about it. You'll eventually come up with a solution."

Guangyou lay on the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and yawned again.

Actually, he had already thought of several methods, but...

One method is to create a scandal involving the target and then use the scandal to control the target.

This isn't difficult; just find a pretty person to get the target drunk or use drugs directly.

The gender of the person you find doesn't matter, as long as they're pretty.

It's not necessarily about creating scandals; the key is to exploit other people's weaknesses.

If they like that kind of thing, then fabricate a scandal and threaten them with a video.

If you like money, then ask Kaito to do you a favor and have him take a stroll around the target's house.

If he cares about his family, then Guangyou will arrange for his family to go on a trip, and then deceive the target into thinking that his family has been kidnapped.

Then they forced him to sign an unequal contract, such as buying shares for one yen.

Everyone has weaknesses, and if you target those weaknesses, you can win every battle.

These methods are shady and cannot be used openly; Guangyou would not want to use them unless absolutely necessary.

If they do these things, wouldn't they be no different from the park management?

Kwang-woo used to be a bad person, but now he wants to be a good person…

Even just this once is fine.

"It's definitely easier to just shoot it out."

Guangyou still felt that bullets were the easiest solution.

If one bullet isn't enough, then two will do.

If two bullets aren't enough, then use a whole magazine.

Simple and straightforward, how great!

Unfortunately, this idea remained just that—an idea.

"Let's spread it online later; that's the best way right now."

Kōyū rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "I need to think about the copy, and I'll have to wait for Ai to come over before I can talk about it."

Given his current physical condition, if he were to type such a long text, he would probably die.

"We still need to sort out our thoughts."

Guangyou stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself.

If you listen closely, you'll hear him telling the story of what happened that night.

The content posted online is different from the content told to others.

Guangyou had to convince those people of what he said.

After all, he had no evidence to prove that the park had done something wrong; everything was just "speculation," so he could only work on the written evidence.

Otherwise, it will not only fail to reveal the truth, but may even accuse him of "trying to extort compensation."

This is also the point that troubles Guangyou the most.

Without strong evidence, no matter how convincing his writing is, there will always be one or two dissenting voices.

There's no shortage of trolls online; you can encounter them even while reading a web novel.

When reading apocalyptic novels, some people will say, "Your apocalypse is not realistic."

He spoke with such conviction that it sounded as if he had survived the apocalypse.

This applies to completely fictional online novels, let alone the article that Guangyou is about to publish.

Without any solid evidence, the number of trolls will only increase.

If there were other good options available, Guangyou wouldn't want to choose this method.

"If I had enough money, I would just buy the amusement park and fire all these people."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Kōyū chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Am I still dreaming?"

He had only ever seen this kind of plot in novels.

An extra offended the protagonist, who, in a fit of anger, bought the extra's company and fired him.

But reality is far more absurd than that. Buying an amusement park would cost at least several billion dollars. Who has that much liquid capital?

Anyone with a brain knows this is completely unrealistic.

Just as Kōyū was pondering, Uncle Mōri suddenly pushed open the door and walked in.

"Kuangyou, the amusement park called you."

The phone in his hand kept beeping, but Uncle Mori didn't seem inclined to answer it.

He said to Guangyou, "Guangyou, you can agree to their request later. I think they are quite sincere."

"Of course, you can refuse. It's up to you. After all, you're the one involved, and we don't care."

When Kōyū saw the sad expression on Uncle Mori's face when he said the last part, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and thought to himself, "Hey, he doesn't look like he doesn't care at all!"

While he was complaining, Kwangyu took the phone, put it to his ear, and didn't say anything.

"Kuangyou, regarding the previous conditions..."

Before he could finish speaking, Guangyou interrupted him: "The conditions remain the same as before. I will not agree unless you issue a public apology."

“What the child said is true. We called to tell you that we agree to all your requests.”

This left Guangyou completely stunned. It took him a while to react, and he asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

"You previously asked us to issue a public apology, and we're here to tell you that we agree."

"Huh?"

Guangyou blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in the park's management.

It's only been a dozen hours since I made the call yesterday.

Why has the park changed so drastically?

Has the park management had a change of heart?

Or is he still dreaming?

Guangyou pinched his thigh with his other hand.

The pain came, and the feeling was so real.

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