75: Chapter 75 Huang Zitao's Second Livestream: He's Fine, Don't Worry

Shanghai. Wang Wenjian's Esports Room.

The system prompt for unblocking lit up green.

Lao Wang clicked to start streaming, and his viewer count instantly surpassed all top streamers on the platform, firmly locking him in at the top of the entire site's ranking.

[Lao Wang is alive!]

[Red Circle Law Firms are awesome! JunHe is awesome! Fangda is awesome!]

[Kim Young-min, keep sending those legal notices! I am waiting in line to receive them!]

[Fifty top lawyers fighting for free, fifty billion in breach of contract penalties is just scrap paper! Extortion is completely confirmed!]

[With state-level top lawyers backing us up, let's see who dares to ban our videos again!]

[...]

Lao Wang slammed a hand onto the computer desk, shaking the water cup wildly: "Brothers, I used the legal notice as toilet paper! I'm not sleeping tonight, let's dig up all of God Su's territories overseas!"

On the screen, the joint official letter from the fifty lawyers was made into a scrolling background wall.

Red background with black text, radiating a murderous aura.

The atmosphere of panic was crushed to pieces.

The entire internet started an uninhibited carnival.

No longer fearing SM Entertainment's capital tactics, netizens frantically reposted, forwarded, and edited Su Chen's materials.

Yanjing, upscale villa area.

The time reached ten in the morning.

Sunlight shone on the second-floor balcony.

Huang Zitao was wearing a simple pure cotton white T-shirt, leaning back in a rattan chair.

His hair was scattered casually, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes.

Manager Lao Gao walked over with a tablet, pulled out the opposite chair, and sat down.

"There's no movement from South Korea anymore. The moment the fifty law firms issued their joint countersuit official letter, SM Entertainment's stock price directly hit circuit breakers at the open. Kim Young-min is probably being pinned to a table by the board of directors and cursed at right now." Lao Gao poured a glass of water and pushed it over. "Lawyer Luo has already explained it to everyone, that contract itself is illegal. If they dare to sue, it's just sending their heads across borders."

Huang Zitao didn't speak.

He lowered his head, his fingers slowly scrolling across his phone screen.

On the screen was the surveillance video of Su Chen playing a broken-string guitar in a Dali bar.

For the six-minute and forty-five-second footage, Huang Zitao watched it over and over again.

On that stormy night five years ago, the third string of the acoustic guitar snapped against the marble steps.

Now, Big Brother used this battered guitar with only five strings left to play out a sky full of stars.

"Lao Gao." Huang Zitao's voice was hoarse.

"Hmm?"

"Big Brother hasn't changed. He's still that monster in the basement who helped me pick apart the rhythm over and over again."

Huang Zitao exited the playback interface.

He clicked open his own social media platform homepage.

With a press of his thumb, he directly clicked the start broadcast button.

Without any prior notice.

It was just that sudden.

But even so, as a top celebrity, Huang Zitao's live broadcast notification went straight to the mobile phones of tens of millions of fans.

People poured into the live broadcast room frantically.

One hundred thousand.

One million.

Three million.

The barrage instantly flooded the screen.

[The broadcast has started!]

[Brother Tao! The legal team has stepped into the fray, you don't need to be afraid of the breach of contract penalty anymore!]

[Are you also going to step in and tear apart SM Entertainment with your bare hands?!]

[Shake out everything about God Su from back then! We've got your back!]

[Brother Tao, say something! Are you getting ready to sue Kim Young-min?!]

[The whole internet is waiting for a counterattack, Brother Tao, take the lead!]

[...]

Eight million people online.

No lighting engineer, no pickup microphone.

The footage was even a bit shaky.

Huang Zitao wasn't wearing sunglasses or biting on a lollipop like in his first live broadcast.

He had a bare face, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Looking at the dense barrage on the screen, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I'm not going to curse anyone. Nor am I going to tear into anyone."

Huang Zitao spoke, revealing a deep sense of exhaustion.

The scrolling speed of the barrage slowed down slightly.

"I saw the matter regarding the legal team. Thank you to all the top lawyers, and thank you all." Huang Zitao nodded toward the camera.

"Today's broadcast is for just one thing."

He straightened his body and brought the phone closer.

On the screen remained only his face, which carried no aggressiveness whatsoever.

"Over the past few days, you guys crossed mountains and ridges, dug through codes, checked accounts, and dug out all the criminal records from five years ago. You've all been looking for him, and you've all been feeling heartbroken for him."

Huang Zitao took a deep breath. His eye sockets became even redder.

"I know you're afraid that he suffered, afraid that his sharp edges were worn down over these five years, afraid that he gave up on himself in some corner."

"I started this broadcast just to say a few words to you."

Twelve million people in the live broadcast room were completely silent.

A brief pause appeared in the barrage.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the screen.

"I don't know where the person you're talking about has specifically traveled to by now." Huang Zitao looked directly into the camera, his eyes glowing startlingly bright, "But if he truly exists, if you guys are still worried."

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard.

"I want to tell you."

"He is doing great."

"He has always been doing great."

"You guys don't need to worry about him."

Thirty seconds.

Without waiting for anyone to react.

Huang Zitao directly pressed the end broadcast button.

The screen plunged into pure black.

Live broadcast room. Twelve million people looked at the black-background-white-text prompt saying "The streamer has ended the broadcast."

Dead silence.

Following that.

Boom.

The barrage system completely collapsed.

[Holy crap! He is doing great!]

[Did you guys understand?! He is doing great! Brother Tao has contacted him!]

[He definitely contacted him! Brother Tao is passing along a message for him!]

[Hearing this sentence that he is doing great, my tears just gushed right out.]

[Five years, suffering so many grievances, carrying thirty billion in debt. And yet he is still doing great.]

[Is this the inner heart of a KING, he has never been beaten down.]

[These thirty seconds made me more at ease than three days and three nights of exposés.]

[The gold content of these three words is simply too high. He is not aggrieved, he doesn't admit defeat, he is doing great!]

[He is doing great, so we must go bring him back even more!]

[Thank you, Brother Tao! I've taken this reassuring pill!]

[...]

Huang Zitao's words were like giving everyone a reassuring pill.

Knowing that Su Chen is fine is enough.

Leave the rest to them!

Lijiang Passenger Transport Station.

In the waiting hall's broadcasting system, the ticket-checking notice for the bus heading to Shangri-La was being broadcasted.

Yan Yu clutched her phone, sitting on a cold plastic chair.

Her phone screen was frozen on Huang Zitao's black-screen live broadcast room.

Her vision became blurry.

A-Li handed over a tissue from the side.

"Wipe it." A-Li's voice was muffled.

Brother Cai was carrying the backpacks of all three people, standing straight up. "Did you hear that? He said he is doing great."

Yan Yu took the tissue and rubbed it hard across her eyes.

She stood up.

Took a deep breath.

The stone in her heart shattered.

The despair, worry, and panic upon seeing the legal notice that had accumulated over the past few days were all blown away by the wind in front of these simple three words.

"I heard it." Yan Yu shouldered her small messenger bag, her gaze incomparably firm.

She no longer needed to worry about whether Su Chen had completely lost hope in this world.

That man who played the guitar late at night, that man who taught disabled children Dancing, his core was stronger than anyone could imagine.

He is doing great.

But he should be doing even better.

He should stand in the center of a stadium with tens of thousands of people, receiving everyone's cheers.

"It's time to check tickets." Brother Cai reminded.

"Let's go." Yan Yu strode toward the ticket-checking gate.

The three people handed out their tickets and walked through the turnstiles.

The bus parked on the platform started its engine. The exhaust pipe spewed out a puff of white smoke.

Destination, all the way north.

Shangri-La.

There is the bluest sky and the quietest wilderness.

That is the end of the wandering route.

Just as they got on the bus, one off-road vehicle, bus, and private car after another were driving out from various directions in Kunming, Dali, and Lijiang.

Sitting in the cars were dance students, musicians, fans, and internet celebrities.

Following that pieced-together wandering route, they converged towards the place closest to the sky.

Two hours later.

The bus traveled along the winding mountain road. The altitude kept climbing.

The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from lush forests to rolling meadows and snow-capped mountains.

Cold wind poured in through the gaps in the car window, scraping painfully against the face.

Yan Yu leaned against the car window, watching the mountain scenery recede continuously. Her phone completely lost signal.

In this polar region where even the internet was blocked.

Could they still find him?

Yan Yu gripped her backpack straps tightly.

It was still seventy kilometers away from Dukezong Ancient Town.

Looking at the winding road ahead, her heart rate gradually accelerated. On this desolate plateau, it seemed like something was waiting for them.

A strong premonition enveloped her.

Almost there.

Right up ahead.

This long search, this storm that shook the entire internet.

Would finally come to an end here.

The bus turned a sharp corner, and the dazzling sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the distant snow peaks.

The outline of Shangri-La slowly emerged on the horizon.

And on the square of that ancient town, things were happening that even the fifty top lawyers could not foresee.

Yan Yu closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the wheels crushing against the road.

That figure was getting closer and closer.