Report Me? Your Account Is Gone

The day I was fired, I crouched by the roadside, picking up our family portrait, which had been trampled and dirtied.

My boss, Wang Defa, framed me for embezzling 300,000 yuan. The security guards stuffed my belongings into a garbage bag and threw them out of the company.

That night, I received a text message: “Amount of false accusation: 300,000. Retaliation factor: ×100. Awaiting settlement.”

The next day, 30 million appeared in Wang Defa’s account, and the disciplinary inspection officials came knocking.

On the third day, an explicit video of Zhang Li, who had posted online claiming I sexually harassed her, went viral.

Li Chao called the police and accused me of stealing a tender document. While the police were questioning me, he got a call: he’d been arrested for selling trade secrets.

Vice President Liu Zhengguo thought he’d gotten away with it, but a week later, all 7 million in cash he’d hidden was found.

I didn’t do a thing. I just watched in silence.

Until I discovered that an organization specializing in framing people was behind it all: “Heaven’s Cleanse.”

The twelfth operative, Black Snake, had people splash red paint at my company, hired a woman to pose as my ex-girlfriend and make a scene, and paid online media to publish smear articles. Three days later, the woman was caught on camera splitting the money, the media outlet issued an apology, and Black Snake was arrested.

The eleventh operative, Gray Wolf, harassed my parents. The tenth operative, White Fox, tried to use seduction to take nude photos of me. The ninth operative, Wild Dog, brought people to beat me up and smash my car. The eighth operative, Rat, paid to boost trending topics and send an online mob after me. The seventh operative, Poison Scorpion, drugged my food and called the police to have me arrested.

Every one of them wanted to destroy me.

Every one of them ended up behind bars. Life sentences, eight years, death sentences with a reprieve.

Three years later, I started a company specializing in lawsuits for people who had been framed.

Some of the people who once trampled me were crying in detention centers. Others were sitting in prison.

The money in my bank account grew from a few thousand to tens of thousands, then to several million.

My phone screen lit up again: “New malicious report detected. Begin settlement?”