Chapter 128 The Scumbag Father Wants to Become a Monk (14)

The eldest aunt and uncle exchanged a glance, their disbelief deepening.

"Mom, you cook first, I'm starving."

Zhao Gong didn't care. He was very confident. After all, Li Changqing had taken the initiative to talk to him yesterday, and his attitude was more anxious than ever before.

The eldest aunt glanced at her son suspiciously, then stood up to cook.

The uncle-in-law then asked Zhao Gong some more details, which annoyed Zhao Gong to no end.

"Just wait! I'll pay back the money I borrowed myself, it's none of your business!"

He stood up angrily, picked up his phone, and went into his room.

They all doubted him; those old fogies had no idea how terrifying the internet could be! My actions this time were far more effective than their commotion over the past two weeks.

Can--

Why hasn't Li Changqing reacted at all after so long?

He checked his phone, but there was still no message.

Never mind, I'll lie down for a while and wait for dinner.

Zhao Gong threw himself onto the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. After a while, he sat up abruptly, picked up his phone and looked at it, but there was still no activity.

"Is there a bill that's overdue?"

He muttered something and checked his phone balance again; there was no outstanding charge!

That guy is probably still working overtime today.

Let's wait until tonight.

He kept checking his phone during meals, but there wasn't a single message.

No way.

Public opinion online should be rising.

Is that kid really that busy?

He frowned, his heart pounding.

Just before going to bed that night, he finally couldn't resist, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Changqing.

result--

Red exclamation mark!

I've been blocked.

Holy crap!

Zhao Gong almost jumped up.

Could it be that the kid blocked him in a fit of anger because they couldn't reach an agreement? He checked his call log, pressed the call button, but then his hand trembled and he quickly hung up.

no.

If you take the initiative to contact the other party, you will be at a disadvantage in the negotiation.

Let's wait and see, we'll talk about it tomorrow. I won't turn off my phone tonight; maybe that guy will find out about the online comments and come looking for me when he gets off work in the middle of the night.

Zhao Gong thought this as he lay down.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but his phone rang. He jumped up and instinctively pressed the answer button.

"Hehe, my dear cousin, now you know how to get anxious?"

He gave a crooked smile and scoffed.

"Hello sir, we are..."

A standard, robotic female voice came through the microphone; it turned out to be a bank robot promoting wealth management products!

Zhao Gong was so angry he almost smashed his phone.

"Damn it! What are you doing, disturbing me in the middle of the night?!"

He angrily hung up the phone, and this time he turned it off.

Zhao Gong couldn't sleep for most of the night, tossing and turning with some worry in his heart. As soon as it was light in the morning, he couldn't help but turn on his phone, but there was no response.

Oh shit!

What's the story with Li Changqing?

Before, he was so anxious to call and have the video deleted as soon as it was posted, but now he's not in a hurry at all?

It was Monday, and he was completely listless at work. He was so dizzy that he almost hit someone while driving. When he got home from get off work, he finally couldn't take it anymore and called Changqing.

"Li Changqing! What do you mean? Do you still want to delete the video? Your attitude makes me seriously doubt your sincerity."

As soon as the call connected, Zhao Gong took a deep breath, still trying to seize the initiative in the negotiation.

Changqing simply snorted coldly.

"Now that it's all over the internet, countless netizens have downloaded and saved it. What's the point of deleting it!"

Holy crap!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gong's heart skipped a beat. Oh dear, how could he have forgotten about this?

It's all over the internet now, so deleting the video won't help.

Changqing's suppressed anger came through the phone receiver.

"You're talking to me about sincerity? You bought the promotion, didn't you? That video's already all over the place, haha, Zhao Gong, I'll remember this. Don't ever show your face in front of me again, or you'll see if I don't take action!"

The voice was as cold as ice, carrying a deep resentment, which startled Zhao Gong so much that he shuddered.

"No, I can explain. I can record a video to explain. You just need to bring your father back and give me 80,000 yuan, and I can help you explain!"

He lowered his demands; what was originally a problem that would have taken hundreds of thousands of yuan to solve, he now only asks to break even.

However, Changqing would not let him have his way.

"No need!" Changqing roared. "You're no longer in a position to talk to me. Get out!"

*Smack*

The call ended.

Zhao Gong sat there for a long time, unable to come to his senses. No, how could things have turned out like this overnight?

Thinking that he had inexplicably owed 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, he felt like slapping himself twice.

I sat there quietly for a long time.

He suddenly gritted his teeth, a ferocious look appearing on his face.

"No, we can't let this go. Li Changqing, you forced me to this!"

He quickly opened his phone, found the ID he had previously used for streaming, and sent a message.

"Hello, can you do live streaming? I want to go live!"

Yes.

Zhao Gong no longer cared about his online persona; he was going to expose Chang Qing, this unfilial son who didn't even care about his own father, in a live broadcast!

However, after the message was sent, a red exclamation mark appeared, indicating that the sender had been blocked!

Holy crap!

Zhao Gong was startled. What was going on?

He quickly opened his backend; the traffic had stopped increasing, but it did show that millions of people had read it.

But when he opened the video he had posted, he finally realized something was wrong.

Why are there so few comments? And although the number of comments has increased, it's still not much. If it didn't cause any ripples before, now it's at most like throwing a small pebble.

This doesn't look like the effect of millions of views at all!

But what about the backend data?

Zhao Gong refreshed the page again, and it immediately turned red.

His number is gone!

It's shut down!

Holy crap! What the hell is going on? He quickly contacted customer service to appeal, only to be told that his account was banned because he was maliciously generating traffic, resulting in abnormal data.

He was immediately dumbfounded.

He was maliciously generating traffic... He didn't mean any harm, so why was his account banned?

But he couldn't refute it because he had indeed boosted the traffic and even spent money on it.

Slap! Slap!

Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself several times. He shouldn't have been so greedy.

On the other side, Changqing smiled.

The internet isn't so easy to navigate. Of all the videos posted online in a day, very few actually get any traffic. Besides, Zhao Gong's data manipulation is quite obvious; one report and his account is gone in minutes.

"Come on, Tongzi, let's have a drink."

He raised the wine glass on the table, its dark red liquid swirling within.

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