Chapter 29 Ning Buyi is the strongest! There's another one behind the scenes...

There were still a bunch of private messages in the background. Ning Buyi clicked on them. Some were asking him if it was true, and some were using rather inappropriate language.

The confusion in his heart deepened. As he read through the posts one by one, Ning Buyi finally found the source. He clicked on a post in the forum, and his mind went blank for a moment. He scrolled down and saw that the top comments were all cursing him.

"She probably uses that face to hook up with countless men in private."

"May the bullies die!! Why do they get to live so well?"

"Have you no shame? Have you no shame? How can you have the nerve to make money through live streaming??"

...

He didn't.

Ning Buyi's hands trembled slightly and felt a little numb. He gripped the small keyboard tightly with both hands and typed a clarification post: "I did not bully any classmates. Can you tell me who you are?"

He couldn't clarify the rest, because it was true.

Like a stone thrown into a still pond, the incident caused a huge uproar. After a whole day of fermentation, the protagonist suddenly came out to clarify, and everyone flocked to him. However, Ning Buyi's clarification was too pale and powerless.

Even if he is now comparable to Dou E, he is at the center of public opinion, something that can devour people without even looking at the truth, leaving not a trace.

Wave after wave, carrying ice shards, pierced the flesh.

"Do you still want to bully him?"

"Why not clarify the other two? Are they true?"

"Give me my money back! Give me my money back! Give me my money back!!!"

...

He didn't.

The boy stared at the lines of bold text, the ordinary words concealing the resentment of ten or a hundred people. His hands clenched unconsciously, but he was neither a college student nor an orphan.

Ning Buyi's eyes gradually lost their light, and he felt his blood rushing back to his head, leaving him at a loss for what to do.

Did he really do something wrong?

A pop-up window appeared at the top of the electronic screen, containing information from the sponsor's sister.

Zhu Yanhe: Don't look.

Zhu Yanhe: I believe in you.

Zhu Yanhe: I will handle it.

Zhu Yanhe had just received Ning Buyi's post. Clicking on it was like adding fuel to the fire; the little fool might even be secretly crying now.

"What are you doing?!" Li Chang strode over and snatched Ning Buyi's phone.

As soon as I came out and saw Ning Buyi with his head down, I had a bad feeling. This guy still couldn't resist touching me.

"I..." Ning Buyi wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. His mind was a mess, and he felt like there were invisible hands tugging at his clothes, his ankles, and his hair from all directions.

Li Chang felt a pang of sadness and said earnestly, "You don't understand, this is the only way to become a top anchor."

He was pulled out of his daze by Li Chang's words. He was already feeling terrible, but his brother was talking nonsense with a straight face.

My brain, which was processing the information from that side, completely stopped working.

Even if Ning Buyi is stupid, he knows that he's already been banned from live streaming, so what's this talk about the inevitable path for big streamers? Li Chang is just kidding.

"Brother, don't treat me like an idiot."

Li Changgang had just come up with a bunch of sentimental and comforting words, but he swallowed them back after this sentence. After thinking for a moment, he said, "It's not that I think you're stupid, it's that even a fool knows to keep quiet first."

He, on the other hand, faced the challenge head-on and ended up getting beaten black and blue, or even worse, covered in bruises.

Ning Buyi was speechless. What time was it? He was still trying to make him laugh!

After thinking it over carefully, Li Chang said, "It's okay. You've made a lot of money too. Let's switch to a different account and continue. Next time, we'll be game streamers who don't show their faces."

After all, his unparalleled skill level is unique in the industry. If he wears a mask or simply streams using only his voice, it should only be a matter of time before he earns back his earnings.

Ning Buyi suddenly straightened up and said disapprovingly, "Brother! We're avoiding the problem."

His old teacher's most frequent saying was that those who back down when faced with problems are deserters, and those who remain silent when encountering difficulties are like empty shells.

Ning Buyi never took any snacks in high school, so he will not become a deserter in life.

This is called analogy.

Li Chang was dumbfounded. Wasn't he just acting like he was about to die? This wasn't running away; this was a sign of desperation. What could that scoundrel possibly do? Post two more messages? Then someone would be coming to the rescue offline within hours.

Li Chang cautiously said, "Don't you want to? How will you face that?"

Ning Buyi's mind worked like a spinning top, and finally came up with an absolutely useful idea: "If you do something wrong, you have to apologize, so why don't I just apologize?"

Listen carefully, Li Chang. This is the idea his son came up with. Not to mention that the internet cares least about apologies; an apology would be tantamount to confirming these things, and then he would really be finished.

Li Chang patted his shoulder and patiently explained to him, "My dear, it's not like that."

"Whether you apologize or not, they don't care. They just can't stand how innocent you are and want to scold you, you understand? This is just an excuse."

Ning Buyi shook his head. He didn't understand. If he hadn't done anything wrong, why was he being scolded?

Li Chang talked until his throat was dry, and finally said, "If you apologize, your little treasury will be gone. Wait for now. We can't admit to things we didn't do."

Hearing this, Ning Buyi nodded. He understood. He hadn't done anything wrong that he couldn't take the money away. Besides, the person who gave the most money was clearly the sugar daddy sister, who said she trusted him.

Li Chang felt he had wasted his breath talking; he should have said that a long time ago.

On the other side, Zhu Yan made several phone calls to his assistant. He had already come up with a plan and intended to resolve the issue today before letting Ning Buyi know.

Unexpectedly, plans can't keep up with changes.

The phone rang, and Zhu Yanhe answered it, waiting for the other person to speak first.

"Mr. Zhu, I've found out. What method should I use?"

Zhu Yan tapped his fingers together and said, "Let's just ask them and see what they're willing to do."

Zhu Yanhe originally intended to simply pay money to find Ning Buyi's former acquaintances to testify, but then she thought that if paying for witnesses also led to their exposure, it would only worsen the situation.

Less than ten minutes later, the assistant called again, his tone filled with undisguised joy: "President Zhu, all the students I just called were willing to testify, and some even spontaneously organized other classmates to testify as well."

Zhu Yanhe nodded in understanding and said calmly, "As for his family, ask for their address and find his neighbor."

The assistant received the new instructions and hung up the phone.

It was early autumn, yet the cicadas' chirping was still incessant. The man closed his eyes, listening to the ticking of the clock. Ning Buyi must be quite popular, otherwise so many people wouldn't be willing to voluntarily clarify things.

Logically, the person who provided the evidence should have been Ning Buyi's high school classmate. Why would he fabricate the bullying story?

Ning Buyi is now being watched by Li Chang no matter what he does. He can play on his phone now, but the gazes from the side are as bright as light bulbs.

"Brother, I already know about this, why are you still keeping an eye on me?"

How could Li Chang not keep a close eye on him? What if he released something earth-shattering again? This place would be a marketplace tomorrow. Li Chang asked, "Did you have any enemies in high school?"

He didn't believe Ning Buyi would bully others. He was a little boy who believed everything he was told; it was more likely that others would bully him.

"No, everything is fine." Ning Buyi shook his head. He recalled his three years of high school. Apart from the mountains of homework and the constant hunger because he was always hungry, there was nothing else that left a particularly deep impression on him.

That's why he wanted to ask whose it was!

In the afternoon, the green shade of the trees in the old neighborhood falls on the long stone benches, where a group of elderly people with white hair sit together.

A sleek, black car was parked in front of an old residential building. Leather shoes trod on the dusty cement floor, and Zhu Yanhe frowned almost imperceptibly.

The assistant was already waiting at the door. He was stunned for a second when he saw his boss come in person, and then he came forward to greet him: "President Zhu, his classmate's situation has been taken care of. His home is in Unit 5, Room 201."

Zhu Yanhe nodded, glanced around, and asked, "Is this place close to his high school?"

He doesn't come to J City often for business trips, especially since it's a small county town. It took him three hours to drive here from the company today.

The assistant shook his head and replied, "It's quite far. To get to the school from here, you have to catch the 6 o'clock shuttle bus, take it to the last stop, and then walk another kilometer."

For three whole years, rain or shine, I had to get up early to catch a bus to school, and the accumulated fatigue must have taken its toll.

The man didn't reply, but just stared at the building in front of him. He felt that Ning Buyi, when he was a child, should have been playing downstairs. He walked forward and saw various white and red papers pasted on the walls, as well as various lock-picking phone numbers written in paint.

With each step forward, he felt he was getting closer to Ning Buyi, closer to his past. Just as he was about to step onto the cement steps, Zhu Yan turned his ankle and walked towards the corner of the stairs.

There was no cardboard Ning Buyi used to sleep on below; only a thick layer of dust had accumulated, and there seemed to be some drawings on the corner wall.

Zhu Yanhe looked closely and saw that it was three stick figures drawn with a black pencil. Two larger stick figures were leading a smaller one in the middle, which should have been left by Ning Buyi.

As he curled up under the cardboard to keep warm, did he ever think of a fairy tale told by someone, or wish he could light a match like the little girl and have a good dream?

But he didn't even have the money to buy matches.

So he created a beautiful dream to get through those bone-chilling nights.

Zhu Yanhe's thoughts raced for a moment, and finally he couldn't help but laugh. If he told Ning Buyi, Ning Buyi would definitely pounce on him with his claws outstretched.

The man straightened up, straightened his sleeves, and said, "Let's go upstairs."

The assistant watching from the sidelines thought that doing this hard job was pretty good. Not only was the pay high, but he was also a first-hand spectator. His boss's gaze just now was like that of an Oscar-winning actor.

How to put it? Three parts helplessness, four parts pampering, and a few parts affection.

Walking up the dusty steps, the two stood at the door of the house next to Unit 5, 201. Auspicious couplets were pasted on the door. The assistant stepped forward and knocked on the door, followed by a series of stomping sounds from behind the door.

Then the door opened a little further in, and a woman opened it. The assistant asked, "Auntie, do you know Ning Buyi?"

Hearing the familiar name, the woman gave them a wary look and asked in an unfriendly tone, "What do you want with Xiao Yi?"

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Author's note: Little one, did you cry today? [Pity] My darling, my darling, your future will be smooth sailing. This isn't just a wish, it's your future.