121: Chapter 121 Unveiling the True Face of a Top Metaphysical Guru: Using Fortune Telling to Amass Wealth, But Actually a Tightwad

Xiao Zhang quickly ran back carrying two lunch boxes.

Two meat dishes and one vegetable dish—a very simple fast-food meal.

Su Yun did not stand on ceremony; he took the lunch box and began to eat heartily.

Elder Chen did not touch his chopsticks; his eyes were fixed intently on the chessboard, his mind entirely occupied with how to break the stalemate.

After eating his fill, Su Yun wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.

"Old sir, let's do it, one last game." Su Yun rearranged the black pieces.

Elder Chen let out a cold snort and directly set up a central cannon.

The two of them began to battle across the chessboard once more.

This time, Su Yun did not press forward step by step.

On the fifteenth move, he deliberately made a wrong move with his knight.

This was an extremely subtle flaw.

Elder Chen had sharp eyes and seized this opportunity at a glance.

"Good lad! You have your days too!"

Elder Chen moved his piece with a swift motion; his red chariot drove straight into the black camp and captured an elephant.

The situation was reversed.

Five minutes later.

Elder Chen delivered a checkmate with double cannons.

"Check!" Elder Chen slapped the piece onto the board, creating a crisp sound.

The old man tilted his head back and laughed heartily.

"Young man, ginger is still spicier when it's old!"

Su Yun put on a show of sighing and tossed the pieces in his hand back into the chess box.

"Your chess skills are superb, old sir. I concede."

"Alright, that's enough for today." Elder Chen was in a great mood and waved his hand. "I agree to the conditions you just mentioned. Wait for my call."

Su Yun stood up and waved his hand.

"I'll wait for your good news."

After saying that, he turned and left, fearing that the old man might drag him into another game.

Back at Jinxiu Jiangnan Community.

As soon as Su Yun entered the door, he felt his phone vibrating non-stop in his pocket.

He took out his phone and looked.

Good heavens.

WeChat was full of unread messages, and the backend of his social media app had completely crashed.

Su Yun walked to the sofa, sat down, and clicked on a push notification for a news article.

The headline was very eye-catching.

《Exposing the True Face of the Top Metaphysics Influencer: Using Fortune-Telling to Amass Wealth, Actually a Miser》.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow.

They were really fast.

That grandson Zhao Yicheng had just been targeted by the police, and this retaliation had already arrived.

He clicked into the article.

The article was written with great emotional appeal, condemning Su Yun for earning millions a day in his livestreams while making zero contributions to society.

Below it were over a dozen screenshots.

They were all donation inquiry pages from major public charity organizations.

Entering the name "Su Yun" yielded results that all said "No such person found" or "Donation amount is zero."

The article ended by calling on the entire internet to boycott this "unvirtuous" disgraced influencer.

Su Yun scrolled down to the comment section.

It was simply unwatchable.

"I even tipped him! Turns out he's a stingy miser who won't spend a penny!"

"Earning millions a day and not donating even a cent? This greed is just too ugly!"

"I said long ago that fortune-telling is all a scam; this is just a scheme to amass wealth!"

"Cancel Su Yun! Make him spit out the money!"

It was a uniform chorus of abuse and attacks.

Su Yun sneered.

This bot army was bought too obviously.

Even the copy was identical; they didn't even change the punctuation marks.

He exited the article and checked the trending search list.

Several entries about him were already in the top ten.

#Su Yun the Miser#

#Boycott Hypocritical Influencer Su Yun#

#The Truth Behind Su Yun's Millions in Daily Livestream Earnings#

This level of popularity was clearly not something Zhao Yicheng could have manufactured alone.

Su Yun understood perfectly well.

Although Starlight Media had fallen, Wang Qiang still had many remnants under his command.

Add that to the other MCN agencies that were jealous of his traffic.

These people had long wanted to drag him down.

Now that they had such a good opportunity, they were bound to fan the flames and spend a lot of money to buy trending searches.

Su Yun's fan group was also in an uproar.

"These haters are so disgusting! Master Su has clearly helped so many people!"

"Exactly! That old professor's case last night—if it weren't for Master Su, could they have found him?"

"But... the screenshots are real. Master Su really hasn't donated money to those organizations."

"So what if he didn't donate? It's his money, he can spend it however he wants. Is it any of your business?"

His fans were furiously arguing with the bot army in the comment section.

But the number of bots was too high, and many uninformed passersby were being led by the narrative.

"Regardless, earning so much money and not donating a cent—his character must be flawed."

"Yeah, where is his sense of social responsibility?"

"I'm unfollowing. I'm never watching his livestreams again."

Su Yun looked at these remarks and tossed his phone next to his teacup.

Trying to use moral blackmail on him?

Not a chance.

He had long since used the system to investigate the backgrounds of those official organizations clearly.

Donating money to them would be less effective than throwing it into the river just to hear a splash.

At this moment, his WeChat rang again.

It was a message from Qin Yumo.

"Don't pay attention to those articles online."

"We have already filed a case and launched an investigation into Zhao Yicheng's matter; we are currently in the stage of closing the net."

"Once the police announcement comes out, public opinion will naturally reverse."

"Don't say anything reckless online, lest you give people leverage against you."

Su Yun looked at the words on the screen.

This policewoman was actually quite concerned about him.

He casually replied with three words.

"Understood."

Then he set his phone to silent and tossed it aside.

Respond?

Respond to what?

Let the bullets fly for a while.

The higher these people jump now, the harder they will fall once the announcement from Lei Dapao's side comes out.

Su Yun stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After tossing and turning all morning, he just wanted a good sleep now.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Su Yun was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

He rubbed his hair and walked over to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a security guard wearing a property management uniform.

"Mr. Su, there is a car waiting for you downstairs." The security guard spoke very politely.

Su Yun nodded.

"Got it, I'll be right down."

He changed into a set of clean casual clothes, took his phone and keys, and went out.

Just as he went downstairs.

A Hongqi sedan with a white license plate was parked in front of the unit door.

The license plate number was very ordinary, but that white-background, red-character style was something that those in the know would detour around at a glance.

The car door opened.

Xiao Zhang, the flat-headed youth who had been by Elder Chen's side in the morning, stepped out.

He had changed into a crisp black suit today, and his whole demeanor appeared very capable.

"Mr. Su." Xiao Zhang walked to Su Yun and opened the rear door.

"The Chief sent me to pick you up."

Su Yun didn't ask much and bent down to sit inside.

Xiao Zhang closed the door and sat in the front passenger seat.

The Hongqi sedan drove smoothly out of Jinxiu Jiangnan Community.

Along the way, the car was very quiet.

The driver drove extremely steadily, and Xiao Zhang sat in the front without saying a word.

Su Yun leaned back against the seat, watching the streetscape flashing by outside the window.

This old man was really quick to act.

They had just reached an agreement in the morning, and he had sent someone to pick him up in the afternoon.

The car drove north, heading out of the Jiangcheng urban area.

The surrounding buildings became fewer and fewer, and the greenery became better and better.

Half an hour later.

The Hongqi sedan turned into a tree-lined boulevard.

At the end of the boulevard was an estate nestled against the mountains and near the water.

Standing at the entrance were two guards armed with live ammunition.

The Hongqi sedan did not slow down and drove straight through.

Upon seeing the license plate, the guards stood at attention and saluted, letting them pass directly.

The car drove into the interior of the estate.

This was a heavily guarded sanatorium.

There were hidden sentries and surveillance cameras everywhere.

The environment was extremely quiet; one could even hear the birds chirping clearly.