Chapter 46 The Female Ghost Riding on His Shoulders

What a coincidence! This charity blogger is the same one who "helped" Han Xiao's family back then. It was this person who exposed Han Xiao's childhood appearance and family situation, which led to Han Xiao being completely nailed to the pillar of shame for being disloyal and unfilial.

The last sentence was practically an open threat, but what's outrageous is that the comments section was full of his die-hard fans supporting him.

[Strongly support this great event!]

[Positive energy!]

[Great joy resides in a heart full of love!]

Even Zhang Mo had to admire this person's top-notch skills in riding the wave of trending topics, and how he always knew the most effective way to generate traffic.

As for being a person: "Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, amidst fragrant grasses."

Faced with such a surge of public opinion, many friends sent messages to inquire whether I needed any help.

In particular, Brother Ye directly asked if they still needed financial support.

Zhang Mo declined. Ever since the "helpful netizens" discovered that Ye's brother still held 1% of their company's shares, the Ye Group, which had nothing to do with the matter, was also being criticized along with her.

Even the previous news about Ye Fangyu searching for her child was all described as a shameless publicity stunt.

Zhang Mo strongly suspected that this was Ouyang Yuanzhong's revenge for Ye Sange breaking his leg back then.

What a despicable guy, he doesn't let go of anyone who rejects him.

The one with the strongest emotions was naturally Han Xiao, who angrily sent 10 60-second voice messages cursing "Da Xi" and Ouyang Yuanzhong. It was obvious that the messages contained a lot of references to "father," and Zhang Mo didn't even bother to open them.

Even Xu Jing, that silly girl, sent a message, asking worriedly if her sister was going to lose her job again. Zhang Mo took a screenshot and sent it directly to Xu Wen.

A few minutes later, Xu Wen replied with a "closing the door and beating the dog" emoji.

Although the incident seemed to cause a huge uproar, strangely enough, Zhang Mo's own photos didn't circulate widely. Instead, photos of the company's interior taken secretly through the glass door were ridiculed across the internet.

Even when it wasn't being cleaned up, this company already looked like a shell company. The day before, Jiang Mian cleared out a huge pile of useless, broken furniture, with broken tables, rotten chairs, and old appliances scattered all over the place, making it look like it was about to run away at any moment.

This made netizens even more convinced of their belief—

This is a scam platform!

This boss is a heartless boss!

He should immediately kneel down and apologize to the entire internet, then be arrested and serve his entire life in jail!

But Zhang Mo didn't care at all and strolled over to the hotel's second-floor buffet restaurant for breakfast.

She had just sat down at an empty table with a bowl of beef noodles slicked with chili oil when she took a quick look at the platform data—

100,000 new users were added, bringing the total number of users to 440,000. That's a growth rate of nearly 30%!

Although she knew that these 100,000 people were probably there to criticize her, the incredible numbers still made her sigh, "In this era where traffic is king, even being infamous is still fame."

Yesterday, she specifically instructed Xu Wen to tell Xiao Tao not to go live for the next few days.

The main concern was that the mindless trolls might affect Xiao Tao and be seen by Yu Hui, who then jumped up and went online to curse netizens.

Unexpectedly, seven or eight other streamers started broadcasting on their own.

This is outrageous; I've never seen these demons so enthusiastic before.

Among them, the most eye-catching was the beautiful woman, Jiu'er, who wore a cheongsam and played the guzheng without showing her face.

However, the account with the most traffic is still 【独孤三匹狼】.

Zhang Mo glanced at the live stream replay. These three little wolves had gone online yesterday, 3 against 100,000, engaging in a passionate verbal battle, truly an unstoppable force. Judging from their enthusiasm and language skills, being a moderator before had indeed limited their abilities.

It seems that for modern netizens, having fun is still more appealing than a beautiful woman who doesn't show her face.

Just as she was looking through the detailed data, suddenly, the seat opposite her was taken by a 30-year-old man with a hooked nose.

When Zhang Mo came down, it was almost the end of the buffet breakfast season. There were very few people dining, and the tables were empty everywhere, which made this person's behavior seem particularly strange.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, with a hooked nose and deep-set features, but he appeared somewhat greasy. He was wearing a dark purple suit that looked very expensive. He was about 1.8 meters tall, but his proportions were poor, with a 50/50 body ratio. His neck was slightly tilted forward, as if bearing some unseen weight, making him appear exceptionally top-heavy.

What's even stranger is that, even though they were in a buffet restaurant, this person wasn't holding any food.

Seeing Zhang Mo staring at him, the man gave a wicked smile and twisted his neck in a typical straight man's affected manner, as if he had everything under control: "Miss Zhang, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ouyang Yuanzhong."

Zhang Mo's gaze was calm, like a bottomless lake: "So?"

"I've heard that Miss Zhang is a smart woman. She should understand why she's been treated like a pariah just for saying a few wrong words." He paused deliberately, seemingly enjoying the sense of control he was in. "The power of the Ouyang family is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like you. Heh, you probably never dreamed that a hotel you casually stay in would have shares in our company, right?"

Zhang Mo casually swiped her fingers across the phone screen a few more times, and said indifferently, "Have you ever thought that I specifically chose this hotel so that you would appear in front of me on your own initiative?"

Something you can find in a second, you call that a trade secret? It seems the Ouyang family is nothing special after all. No wonder the stock price has been falling for a week.

If I were you, I would spend the money to boost the stock price, instead of hiding behind the scenes and smearing everyone who rejected you.

"Oh, right, and one more thing." Zhang Mo placed her phone face down on the table and said seriously, "I have never said anything wrong."

Ouyang Yuanzhong's confident smile froze instantly, and his face turned extremely ugly.

Zhang Mo's gaze fell on the top of Ouyang Yuanzhong's head.

A female ghost with a crooked neck, dressed in a white dress and with disheveled hair, is riding on Ouyang Yuanzhong's neck in a bizarre yet classic pose.

A thick layer of black mist swirled around her body, like a fog, and her dress was stained with dirt and blood, fluttering in the air with Ouyang Yuanzhong's movements, like a flag of death.

Zhang Mo let out a long breath, calming her heart, which had been racing for a moment: "But I have to say, your arrival was a wonderful surprise."