118: Chapter 118 Moral Blackmail! Trying to force donations, huh?

Red Heart Charity Association?

Su Yun paused in the middle of taking a sip of water.

This organization had a significant reputation and was considered one of the top-tier charitable organizations in the country.

However, he had never had any dealings with these people.

"Oh, President Zhao."

Su Yun's tone was flat. "To what do I owe the pleasure? Are you calling to award me a certificate for being an outstanding philanthropist? If so, just send it via cash-on-delivery; I won't bother picking it up in person."

Zhao Yicheng chuckled on the other end of the line.

The laughter carried a hint of disdain and mockery.

"Mr. Su, you certainly know how to joke."

"A certificate is something prepared for those who have contributed to society."

"I took a look at Mr. Su's recent livestream data. For last night's broadcast alone, the income from tips must have exceeded ten million, right?"

"But why haven't we seen any donation records from Mr. Su in our charity's backend?"

Zhao Yicheng's voice was slow and deliberate, carrying a sense of entitlement in his questioning.

Su Yun was amused.

These days, even beggars were this assertive?

"What?"

"Does my money need President Zhao's approval before I can spend it?"

"Mr. Su, that's a bit harsh."

Zhao Yicheng's tone darkened. "Our Red Heart Charity Association has always been dedicated to helping children in impoverished mountain areas. As a public figure who has earned so much money, it's only right that you give back to society."

"In your previous livestreams, Mr. Su, you were quite generous. What's the matter? Now that you're famous, you've grown arrogant? You don't even have this much social responsibility?"

"According to the rules of our industry, streamers of Mr. Su's level usually donate fifty percent of their earnings to charity."

"I'll send the account number to your phone. I hope Mr. Su doesn't fail to appreciate my kindness."

The true intentions were finally revealed.

He was straight-up opening his mouth to demand money.

And he wanted half right off the bat.

Five million.

This appetite was even larger than a Taotie's.

Su Yun laughed out of sheer anger.

"Rules? Whose rules?"

"Yours?"

"What if I don't donate?"

Zhao Yicheng had clearly expected Su Yun to refuse. He calmly played his trump card.

"Mr. Su, you're an internet celebrity now; millions of fans are watching you."

"Our Red Heart Charity Association has very good relationships with major media outlets."

"If tomorrow morning's headline is 'Metaphysics Master Su Yun Earns Ten Million a Day but Won't Give a Penny, Wealthy but Heartless,' or 'Unmasking the Hypocrisy of an Internet Streamer,' what do you think your fans will think?"

"Today's netizens hate nothing more than vampires like you who earn their money but don't have a shred of compassion."

"When that time comes, the public persona Mr. Su worked so hard to build will likely come crashing down."

A threat.

A blatant threat.

This was classic moral kidnapping.

If you don't donate, I'll ruin your reputation.

They had mastered this routine in the entertainment and influencer circles. Many big stars, wanting to keep the peace, had no choice but to hold their noses and pay up for a quiet life.

Unfortunately for him.

He had encountered Su Yun.

A man who would dare to flip through Yama's ledger.

"President Zhao, I can hear the clicking of your abacus all the way over here."

Instead of getting angry, Su Yun laughed. "But tell me, did you forget to check the almanac before heading out today?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yicheng's tone was displeased.

"Nothing much, I just think you're quite an interesting person, President Zhao."

Su Yun had a thought.

"System, activate Tianji Divine Calculation. Check this bastard's background."

[Ding! Tianji Divine Calculation activated.]

[Target: Zhao Yicheng.]

[Cost: 10 merit points (First-time query discount for this target level).]

In the air before Su Yun's eyes, a light blue panel instantly materialized.

Densely packed text and images flowed past like water.

[Name: Zhao Yicheng]

[Age: 48 years old]

[Occupation: President of the Jiangcheng Branch of Red Heart Charity Association]

[Recent Fortune: Great Calamity (Imprisonment)]

[Past: Formerly an accountant for a state-owned enterprise, fired for falsifying accounts, later entered the charity system through connections...]

[Future: ...]

[Sin Value: 75]

[Detailed Crimes:]

[1. Over the past three years, utilized his position to embezzle a total of 12.6 million yuan in donations through methods such as fictitious procurement projects and forged recipient lists.]

[2. Long-term support of a mistress, Liu Lili (23 years old, art student), and purchased a luxury apartment in 'Golden Bay Mansion' and a Porsche Panamera for her.]

[3. Frequent visits to high-end clubs to participate in gambling, accumulating three million in high-interest debt; currently in urgent need of funds to fill the hole.]

After reading this information, the smile on Su Yun's face grew even more radiant.

This was what they called 'refusing the road to heaven and barging into the gateless hell.'

He had been thinking about how to clean up the chaos in the charity world, and he hadn't expected this big rat to walk right into his sights.

Zhao Yicheng was still rambling on the other end of the line.

"Mr. Su, I'll give you half an hour to think it over. Five million to buy yourself a good reputation is a very good deal. Otherwise..."

"President Zhao."

Su Yun interrupted him, his voice becoming somewhat playful.

"That Porsche Panamera of yours—is it a smooth ride?"

The other end of the line suddenly went quiet.

Like a duck being grabbed by the neck, all sound stopped abruptly.

A dead silence.

A full five seconds passed.

Zhao Yicheng's voice became dry and even carried a hint of a tremble. "You... what did you say? I don't understand what you mean."

"Don't understand?"

Su Yun walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked at the bright sunshine outside.

"Then let me be more specific."

"Jiangcheng Golden Bay Mansion, Building 12, Unit 1, Room 1802."

"The owner's name is Liu Lili. She's twenty-three years old and quite pretty, though her taste is a bit lacking, following an old man nearing fifty."

"Oh, right, that Porsche's license plate is Jiang A·L520... President Zhao must have spent quite a bit to win that plate at auction, right? How romantic."

"Taking the life-saving money of children in remote mountains to buy cars and houses for a mistress... President Zhao, that 'Red Heart' of yours is practically glowing black, isn't it?"

With every sentence Su Yun spoke, the breathing on the other end grew heavier.

Even through the screen, Su Yun could imagine Zhao Yicheng's current expression, as if he'd seen a ghost.

Covered in cold sweat, face pale, hands and feet icy.

"You... who exactly are you? How do you know all this? Did you investigate me?!"

Zhao Yicheng finally snapped, his voice becoming sharp and piercing, filled with fear and hysteria.

He had done these things with extreme secrecy.

The house and car were in the mistress's name, and the accounts had been balanced by a professional accountant. Even his wife didn't know.

How could this Su Yun know so clearly?

Even the room number was exactly right!

"Who I am isn't important."

Su Yun's tone was relaxed, as if he were chatting with an old friend about the weather. "What's important is, President Zhao, how do you plan to pay back that 12.6 million in donated funds you embezzled?"

"And that three million in high-interest debt you owe the casino—I hear those debt collectors aren't very sentimental."

"If I were you, I'd be thinking about how to explain everything to the police once you're inside, to try and get a lighter sentence."

"Stop... stop talking!"

Zhao Yicheng completely broke down.

He felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the street, all his secrets exposed to the light of day.

"Mr. Su! Master Su! Grandpa Su!"

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have asked you for money! Just treat me like a fart and let me go!"

"I'm kowtowing to you! You absolutely cannot let this out! If it gets out, I'm finished!"

The President Zhao who had just been so haughty and trying to teach Su Yun a lesson was now as humble as a dog.

"Too late."

Su Yun's gaze was cold. "When you wanted to ruin my reputation just now, you didn't think about letting me go."

"And for touching that life-saving money for those children, you really deserve to die."

Doo... doo... doo...

The call was disconnected.

Zhao Yicheng had likely been so scared he'd dropped his phone.

Su Yun looked at the phone screen and curled his lip.

Hung up already?

What poor psychological resilience.

He casually clicked on the recording of the call, packaged it, and then skillfully opened WeChat to find a familiar avatar: "Lei Dapao."

[Su Yun: Captain Lei, time to get up and work. Sending you a big achievement.]

[Su Yun: [Audio File]]

[Su Yun: [Image: Zhao Yicheng's detailed criminal evidence chain (Censored System Screenshot)]]

After sending the messages, Su Yun tucked his phone into his pocket.

He felt refreshed.

For scum like this, every extra second they lived was a pollutant to the air.

Sending this guy in would probably net him quite a few merit points.

Maybe it would even be faster than donating money directly.

Su Yun changed into a pair of light running shoes and straightened his collar in the mirror.

"Trash cleared out; time to go exercise."

He pushed open the door and strode out.

The sun today was truly nice.

...

Criminal Investigation Detachment.

Lei Dapao, with two massive dark circles under his eyes, was slumped over his desk catching up on sleep.

He had pulled another all-nighter to interrogate that bus driver, Wang Jianping.

Ding-dong!

The phone notification sounded.

Lei Dapao groggily grabbed his phone and squinted at it.

"That kid Su Yun, what kind of trouble is he stirring up now..."

He clicked on the audio.

Two minutes later.

"Holy crap!"

Lei Dapao bolted upright from his chair and slammed his hand on the desk, making his teacup jump.

"Everyone, listen up! Wake up!"

"We've got a big one!"

"The President of Red Heart Charity Association is suspected of massive embezzlement and misappropriation of public funds!"

"Deploy immediately! Arrest him!"

The entire criminal investigation team was instantly thrown into a frenzy.

Everyone was as pumped as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

There was no other way.

As long as it was a lead provided by Su Yun, it was absolutely guaranteed to be a successful arrest.

He wasn't just some enthusiastic citizen.

He was practically the police force's unofficial Great Detective!