End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The gloomy voice was no bluff.

The next day, rumors began to spread in the ancient streets, saying that these newfangled toys were "monsters" that would bring disaster and disrupt yin and yang.

The shop fronts that were once bustling with people became much quieter, and some timid people even secretly threw away the things they bought.

At the same time, in modern times, a large number of articles have appeared on the Internet to discredit Fan Mengmeng and Boss Zhao, saying that they are scammers who use so-called "ancient" projects to make money, and even fabricated stories from fictitious "victims".

When Fan's mother saw the news, she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She immediately called Fan Mengmeng: "Mengmeng, have you seen the news online? What should we do?!"

Fan Mengmeng frowned as she looked at the overwhelming negative comments on her phone.

She knew that someone was deliberately causing trouble, but she couldn't find the mastermind for a while.

The situation on Teng Junze's side was not optimistic either. The officials who had originally actively cooperated began to shirk responsibility and drag their feet, and some of the cooperation that had been negotiated suddenly fell through.

Teng Junze paced back and forth in the study, his face looking terribly gloomy.

Xiaolu carefully brought a cup of tea, but he waved it away, and the scalding tea spilled all over the floor. Xiaolu was so scared that she trembled.

Boss Zhao's situation is even more difficult. The merchants who used to flock to him are now avoiding him, and some even come to him to ask for a refund.

He sat in the empty office, his face gloomy, his original high spirits long gone.

He slammed the table hard and said through gritted teeth, "Who is it! Who is behind this?"

At that moment, Teng Junze's friend rushed over, his face solemn. "Junze, something's wrong. I've found out..." He leaned over to Teng Junze's ear and whispered something. Teng Junze's face instantly darkened. He stood up abruptly, a cold glint in his eyes. "Okay, great! Since they want to play, we'll play along!" Meanwhile, Fan Mengmeng also received news from the ancient times...

"Mengmeng, I found some clues..."

Fan Mengmeng quickly launched her modern "intelligence network" - a group of netizens keen on digging out gossip.

She sent screenshots of rumors circulating online to the group and promised that anyone who provided clues would receive a generous reward.

Within a short time, netizens had uncovered several accounts that were spreading rumors, and they traced the mastermind behind the incident – ​​a mysterious organization hiding behind a business competitor.

At the same time, Teng Junze also locked on several key figures of the ancient conservative forces through clues provided by his friends.

They secretly manipulate public opinion, spread rumors, and incite panic among the people in order to prevent the establishment of a new order and safeguard their vested interests.

After receiving the news, Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze decided to attack head-on.

In modern times, Fan Mengmeng and Boss Zhao held a press conference to publicly respond to online doubts and announced the evidence they had, pointing directly to the mastermind behind the scenes.

The atmosphere at the press conference was tense and the reporters were aggressive, but Fan Mengmeng handled it with ease. She explained the operating model of the "ancient" project in a clear and logical manner and refuted the rumors with facts.

Her confidence and honesty won the support of many people, and public opinion began to reverse.

In ancient times, Teng Junze chose to directly confront the representatives of conservative forces.

He took a few confidants with him and broke into their secret base in a menacing manner.

Both sides used harsh words and refused to give in to each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Do you think you can stop me like this?" Teng Junze's voice was cold, with unquestionable majesty. "I tell you, everything I do is for the welfare of the people. Anyone who stands in my way will pay the price!" One of the old men snorted coldly: "Master Teng, you are too arrogant! Do you really think you can change everything? We..." Before he finished speaking, Teng Junze suddenly took out a letter from his sleeve and slowly unfolded it: "I think the contents of this letter will be of great interest to you..."

The letter slowly unfolded between Teng Junze's slender fingers, and on the yellowed paper, lines of beautiful handwriting came into view.

This is actually evidence that the leaders of the conservative forces are conspiring with neighboring countries to disrupt the country and profit from it!

The letter detailed how they spread rumors, incited public panic, and secretly funded officials who opposed the New Deal.

Every word was like a sharp knife, stabbing the heart of every conservative present.

The old man's face suddenly changed, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

The others also looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and panic.

They never imagined that Teng Junze actually had such important evidence.

They were originally so aggressive, but now they collapsed to the ground like deflated balls.

The news spread quickly throughout the streets and alleys as if it had wings. The people suddenly realized that the elders whom they had always regarded as the guardians of traditions were actually a group of despicable people who were willing to sell out the national interests for their own personal gain.

The original doubts and fears about the new policy instantly turned into anger and contempt.

The streets became lively again, but this time, people were no longer talking about those misleading rumors, but were enthusiastically discussing Teng Junze's wisdom and decisiveness.

Those people who had secretly thrown away their "newfangled gadgets" rushed to the stores to buy them again, and some even took the initiative to stand up and expose the evil deeds of the conservative forces.

At the modern press conference, Fan Mengmeng also informed everyone about the progress in ancient times.

On the big screen, Teng Junze's figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word was resounding.

Fan Mengmeng looked at him on the screen, her eyes full of admiration and love.

Unbeknownst to her, Teng Junze had become a huge mountain in her heart, protecting her from wind and rain and giving her strength.

After the press conference, Fan Mengmeng felt weak all over. She leaned against Boss Zhao's office, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Boss Zhao handed her a cup of hot tea and comforted her, "It's okay, it's all over." Fan Mengmeng took the teacup, took a sip, but suddenly felt dizzy.

Her eyes went dark, and the teacup in her hand slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound...

At the same time, in ancient times, Teng Junze also felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

He gripped the letter tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

Suddenly, the door to the study was pushed open, and Teng Junze's friend walked in anxiously: "Junze, something's wrong..."

The news that Teng Junze's friend brought was not about Fan Mengmeng's safety, but about the surge of another undercurrent.

Just as Teng Junze was confronting the conservative forces, some officials who had originally remained neutral began to stir. They contacted each other secretly and seemed to be plotting something.

"They plan to use this opportunity to completely overthrow you, Junze." His friend's voice was low and a little worried.

Teng Junze sneered: "Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm is overestimating one's own abilities." It's not that he was unprepared. He had anticipated such a situation long before the storm began.

He had already arranged everything and was just waiting for them to fall into his trap.

Meanwhile, in modern times, Fan Mengmeng's fainting was not accidental.

Boss Zhao tampered with the tea. He had already been bribed by conservative forces, and his purpose was to get rid of Fan Mengmeng, the thorn in his side.

The unconscious Fan Mengmeng was secretly transferred to a secluded place.

However, Boss Zhao's plan did not succeed completely.

When Fan's mother realized her daughter was missing, she was extremely anxious. She asked around and finally contacted a mysterious person.

This mysterious person is one of the netizens that Fan Mengmeng met on the Internet. He is proficient in network technology and plays an important role in Fan Mengmeng's "intelligence network".

After learning that Fan Mengmeng was missing, he immediately mobilized the entire network and began to search for Fan Mengmeng's whereabouts.

In ancient times, Teng Junze's friends led some ancient knowledgeable people to unite with modern rational people to resist the rumors of conservative forces and stabilize the situation.

They used modern Internet platforms to publish a large amount of facts and evidence, exposing the conspiracy of conservative forces and winning the support of the general public.

The conspiracy of the conservative forces was thwarted, their leader was controlled by Teng Junze, and the rest of the gang were also arrested.

However, just when Teng Junze thought everything was settled, he received an anonymous email from Hyundai.

There was only one photo in the email, which showed an unconscious Fan Mengmeng and an unfamiliar environment.

The email ended with only one sentence: "If you want her to live, give up everything you have."

Teng Junze clenched his fists suddenly, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

He immediately contacted his allies in modern times and began to search for Fan Mengmeng's whereabouts.

As time passed, Teng Junze's heart became heavier.

He knew that a bigger storm was coming.

In that secluded place, Fan Mengmeng slowly opened her eyes.

She saw Boss Zhao's sinister smile.

"Are you awake?" Boss Zhao's voice was like a poisonous snake, making people shudder.

Fan Mengmeng struggled to get up, but found herself tied to a chair.

"What...what do you want to do?" Fan Mengmeng's voice trembled.

Boss Zhao walked up to her and looked down at her. "What do I want to do? I want you to know the consequences of betraying me!" He raised the dagger in his hand...

Meanwhile, in ancient times, Teng Junze found the place where Fan Mengmeng was imprisoned.

He rushed in with his men and horses, with great momentum.

However, when he saw the scene before him, he was stunned.

Fan Mengmeng was not hurt at all. She was sitting on a chair, chatting and laughing with Boss Zhao.

"Mengmeng..." Teng Junze called out tentatively.

Fan Mengmeng turned her head and saw Teng Junze, a bright smile appeared on her face: "Junze, you are here." Her tone was relaxed and natural, as if nothing had happened.

Teng Junze's heart was full of doubts. He didn't know what was going on.

He walked to Fan Mengmeng and wanted to untie the ropes on her, but was stopped by Fan Mengmeng.

"No need, Junze." Fan Mengmeng said with a smile, "I'm fine now."

"Teng Junze..." Boss Zhao's voice suddenly rang out, with a hint of strangeness, "Do you think you won?"