The "deep understanding" was explained in its entirety.
At the end of the email, she typed the words that brought tears to her eyes.
[Mr. Jian Shen, I'm sorry.]
It was our incompetence that we failed to protect your work.
...
28th floor, SOHO Future City.
As Lin Que looked at the email, the lazy smile on his face slowly faded.
Fang Zhenyun.
He immediately thought of that name.
Using unspoken rules within the industry and the power within the system to carry out a devastating attack?
That's interesting.
But that's all.
He did not reply to Xu Lan.
He switched interfaces and logged into a bounty forum that he had only come across in his previous life when he was investigating the source of piracy; it was a forum that operated on the fringes of the dark web.
Here, identity is irrelevant; only payment matters.
Lin Que skillfully issued a new task, the details of which were concise and clear:
[Target: Fang Zhenyun, Deputy Editor-in-Chief of the Jiangsu Province's "October" magazine. Requirement: All his contacts with personnel within the Jiangsu Province publishing system over the past two weeks.]
He thought for a moment about the remuneration section.
The currency selected was BTC, and the quantity was 2.
Two BTC are roughly equivalent to over 1.3 million Huaxia Coins.
This sum of money is just a drop in the ocean compared to his current net worth.
But at this moment,
But it has become the sharpest blade to break the deadlock.
He doesn't need to know who will take the order; he only needs the result.
In less than twenty minutes, a detailed report was sent to the encrypted email address he had provided.
Fang Zhenyun, male, 52 years old... His university mentor and Zhao Chuliang, the director of the Approval Section of the Jiangsu Provincial Press and Publication Bureau, were fellow students...
...
[...Seven days ago, at 8 PM, at the 'Bamboo Whisper Pavilion' private club in Jinling, Fang Zhenyun and Zhao Chuliang met alone for two hours and thirty-four minutes...]
Lin Que smiled as he looked at the report.
"Trying to crush me with the table of rules?"
He muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Let's see who can truly understand these rules!"
He switched back to his "sharp" email address.
He ignored Xu Lan's apologetic letter.
He created a new email and put forward a completely new suggestion that seemed to have nothing to do with publishing.
[Hello, Editor Xu.]
Don't worry about me. Books are merely vehicles for words; if the spirit cannot be conveyed, even the most exquisite binding is meaningless.
[The Miracles of the Namiya General Store is about to close, but I hope its spirit can truly live on.]
I propose that *New Tide* magazine collaborate with official media outlets in Jiangcheng to jointly organize a large-scale public welfare event called "Finding the Solvers in Our Neighborhoods."
He didn't give the other party time to react and directly dragged in an attachment that he had just prepared.
It was a complete event plan, more than ten pages long.
From the concept behind the event to the details of its execution, everything is included.
The core of the plan,
It is extremely simple, yet extremely insidious.
— Invite all the real people involved in the rescue, including the police officers handling the case, women's federation cadres, and community grid workers in the "Xiaoduo" incident, to come to the forefront and share their experiences.
It will convey warmth, starting from a fictional story.
It turned into a real action that swept the entire city!
...
Wang Dean saw the email at 3 a.m.
He looked at Professor Jian Shen's nonchalant reply.
Upon seeing the enormous appendix to the project proposal, I was initially taken aback, and then fell into a long period of contemplation.
He didn't immediately open the proposal; instead, he paced back and forth in his office over and over again.
The book number is stuck, and we're on the brink of life and death.
Why does this Mr. Jian Shen seem so indifferent?
Instead, they have the mood to do charity work?
What exactly does he want to do?
Filled with doubt, he finally opened the proposal.
As he read line by line, his pace slowed more and more.
His breathing became increasingly rapid.
When he saw that the real people involved in the "Xiaoduo" incident had been invited to endorse him,
His steps abruptly stopped!
I felt as if I had been struck by lightning!
He stood in the center of the office and read the entire proposal from beginning to end twice more.
The office was deathly silent.
After a long while, Wang De'an suddenly slapped his thigh.
That feeling of dejection, crushed by reality, was swept away!
"A calculated scheme!"
His voice was hoarse, yet it resonated powerfully.
"This is a calculated scheme that no one can refuse!"
"He's trying to ride the wave of the city's prosperity and break the stagnant pool!"
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