Chapter 127 The Scumbag Father Wants to Become a Monk (13)

Didi.

Changqing's phone rang. Zhao Gong sent him a message on his alternate account, saying he was going to try submitting a recommendation.

"Could I put in 100 first and see how it goes?"

He was cautious and unwilling to invest too much at once.

Changqing hesitated for a moment, then agreed. He had Zhao Gong transfer the money first, and then he had the system take action, directly altering Zhao Gong's backend data. In less than ten minutes, Zhao Gong discovered that the number of reads had surged from over five hundred to over five thousand.

good!

It works.

He was overjoyed.

But in the next few minutes, the number of views seemed to be welded shut and never increased again. He quickly found Changqing's alternate account to ask what was going on.

Changqing: "This is the amount of promotion we get for 100 yuan."

Zhao Gong gritted his teeth:

"Then give me another two thousand."

An hour later, he said, "Give me another three thousand."

"Another ten thousand!"

As dusk approached, Zhao Gong sat in front of his computer, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, but his expression was one of intense excitement, even exhilaration.

On the computer screen, the background reading data has reached an astonishing 700,000, and it is still rising.

I never expected that.

A promoter I met randomly online was able to generate millions of views.

This money was well spent!

Zhao Gong was satisfied, but suddenly, he remembered something, picked up his phone, and sent a message.

"Could you please make this a trending topic?"

The surge in traffic was no longer enough for him; he wanted to create a big news story to show his unconvinced cousin what he was capable of. This was the first time he had ever done this, and he felt like he could control everything.

Changqing replied: "Of course. However, trending topics will have a different price."

He quoted an extremely high price.

Zhao Gong glanced at his phone, opened a few loan apps, and then hesitated.

A million views... that should be enough, right?

He spent 40,000 yuan on his credit card and borrowed more than 20,000 yuan online, spending a total of 80,000 yuan, which has completely emptied his pockets.

At this moment, he felt a little regretful.

Maybe 500,000, no, 200,000 data points would be enough; there's no need to spend that much money.

It seems the only way is to squeeze a hefty sum out of Li Changqing. Only in this way can we recoup our losses and even make a profit.

He picked up his phone to make a call, but then thought better of it and put it down. No, he shouldn't be the one in a hurry; it should be someone else.

We must wait!

The best way to control him is to wait until that kid finds out and then frantically search for him.

He is so smart.

We should have left that kid hanging for a bit. Hmph, do you think you can just find me, Zhao Gong, whenever you want?

He simply turned off the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

Let that kid worry for one night first.

The image of Changqing anxiously pacing around, unable to get through to him on the phone, flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but chuckle. It was worth it; the money was well spent.

"Did it work, Xiao Gong?"

Song Jianguo, who was lying on the sofa, struggled to sit up, his face flushed red on one side.

"It's done!"

"Uncle, don't worry, tomorrow, I guarantee that your unfilial son will give you money to hire a doctor! And I'll even make him buy you a house!"

Zhao Gong was full of confidence.

Song Jianguo blinked in confusion.

"So, that kid really agreed?"

He was somewhat unsure. Although he had only met his son once, he could tell from his intuition that the guy was no pushover. After all, who would call the police and end up at the police station on their first meeting? Besides, when he was hospitalized last time, the guy didn't even bother to come and see him.

There is absolutely no father-son affection between them!

Would someone like that compromise so easily? He found it hard to believe.

Zhao Gong laughed and pointed to the data on the computer. "Uncle, it's okay if you don't understand it. Right now, my cousin Changqing is probably getting anxious, but I'm going to shut it down and let him worry."

"Who knows, he might come knocking on our door first thing tomorrow morning. Then we can make whatever demands we want!"

What are your requests?

Just then, the door opened, and my aunt and uncle walked into the house together. They happened to hear this and asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Mom and Dad, you're back! Come here, let me tell you about the big things I've done these past few days."

"You mean the video recording? Does it really work?"

The uncle walked over and sat down far away from Song Jianguo.

The parents knew about the video recording, but they didn't have high hopes for it. In their understanding, what effect could a video have? It posed no real threat. However, since their child said he wanted to try, they didn't interfere.

Does it actually work?

The eldest aunt also walked over, looking puzzled and curious.

"Of course it works! My cousin Changqing called me today, you could hear how anxious he was, haha."

Zhao Gong couldn't help but laugh when he thought about their previous phone call.

He had never felt so triumphant in front of Changqing.

"He called you? What did he say?"

The aunt immediately became nervous.

My uncle also shifted his position and leaned forward.

Zhao Gong grinned. "He not only called me, but he also deleted Xiaoqin's WeChat as I asked. Mom and Dad, you don't know, that kid has never been so obedient before."

"So, does he agree to pay for your uncle's care?"

This is what my aunt is most concerned about.

"Not yet. I asked for a relatively large amount, but he was already hesitant and not as arrogant as before."

Zhao Gong nodded emphatically.

He recounted in detail what he had done over the past two days and Changqing's reaction.

After listening, the eldest aunt and her husband looked at each other in bewilderment.

"You mean you spent over 80,000 and borrowed 60,000?"

The aunt looked at her son in disbelief and couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead. He didn't have a fever. How could he be so confused?

"Why don't you consult us before spending money! And aren't you going to pay back all that money you borrowed? With your salary..."

The uncle-in-law also found it hard to accept.

However, Zhao Gong was full of confidence, "Mom and Dad, don't worry. The money will come from the people. Today, Li Changqing almost gave in. Tomorrow, he will definitely ask me to delete the video. I can easily get hundreds of thousands from him!"

"In fact, if he's willing to pay, we could even help him clear his name, Uncle, don't you think?"

With his last words, he turned his head and asked Song Jianguo, who was lying there.

Song Jianguo nodded. Changqing was his son, and if he was willing to support him in his old age and hire someone to take care of him, he was unwilling to break off relations.

After all, he had come to realize some things during this time, and it was clear that it would be troublesome for his sister to stay here for an extended period.

"Oh, right, about the court..." He remembered something and looked at his aunt, asking again.

"The process has already begun."

The aunt replied, and then steered the conversation back to Zhao Gong's video posting, clearly still not entirely at ease with the situation.

Zhao Gong made his promise again, but he was getting annoyed with the explanation.

"Forget it, if you don't believe me, I'll turn on my phone right now. I bet Li Changqing has already sent me a lot of messages."

He doesn't mind proving himself right away.

So, I turned my phone back on after it had been off for less than half an hour. But instead of the expected beeping sound of text messages, it was completely silent.

Not a single text message, not a single message on WeChat.

"He's probably busy; he hasn't seen the video go viral yet."

Zhao Gong wasn't in a hurry. With such a large video stream, that kid would definitely notice it. It had only been less than an hour; the time was still short.