Chapter 51
Three days have passed since Jiang Zhulang was exposed. During these three days, public opinion has continued to ferment. His two comic cat accounts have been filled with obscene insults and even became a hot topic again.
However, Jiang Zhulang did not care about these, but took screenshots of the complete chat records and refund records of previous commissions and saved them in a book.
How can we clarify to achieve the best effect?
Jiang Zhulang glanced at the live broadcast software and raised his eyebrows.
He found that his mentality had changed unconsciously. Perhaps it was because he was familiar with it after the sudden difficulty in accepting it, and he felt more bored and numb.
Now he can even calmly browse the comments that insult him. After all, in the harmonious environment of the Internet, there are not many words that can be used to insult others. As for those blocked posts, he just treats them as farts and rarely has the interest to comment:
"Shameless trash" - Well, there have been a lot of such remarks in the last round, and they are a bit stale.
"Greasy, smelly, dead calcium" - Jiang Zhulang scratched his fluffy and smooth hair, smelled the fragrance of the shower gel on his body, and finally imagined in his mind the scene of himself caressing a man's body. He felt no emotion in his heart and even wanted to laugh.
Because he found that he couldn't help but turn touch into painting as he thought about it, and wanted to manually modify the details and add some material strokes.
All in all, he seems to be a straight man who only has painting in his mind and has no desire for sex.
As for words like "the household registration book only has one page", he curled his lips and thought: There is indeed only him in his household registration book, it is really true.
The offensive power still needs to be improved.
Jiang Zhulang slid the mouse wheel in annoyance, and was about to click on the live broadcast software to register an account, but he accidentally touched the news interface that suddenly popped up.
Haicheng News Network: [Charity trip, materials warm children's hearts] (Reposted from "Hualei" Charity Network)
Hey, isn't this his photo?
Jiang Zhulang paused as he was about to quit. He carefully read the news that had a photo of him holding a banner in the center. The content was basically praising people from all walks of life who donated money to mountain girls and expressing gratitude for it. In the end, he said some positive words and expressed the hope that the public would see this event and participate.
Originally this was just an ordinary piece of news, but because it prominently contained a photo of Jiang Zhulang, who is currently at the center of controversy, the comments section became a bit overwhelming.
Some people cursed, some questioned, and it was obviously contrary to the original intention of the publisher, so the news was deleted not long after.
Someone took a screenshot and posted it to the "Hua Lei" charity website, adding the following message:
[Picture] You will be held legally responsible for spreading false propaganda. The news website has deleted it, so why don’t you delete this scumbag from your small website?
Tsk.
Just scold him if you want, what does it have to do with the charity organization?
Jiang Zhulang frowned and answered the unknown phone call: "Just leave the takeaway at the door."
"…Um, I'm not a takeout." The person on the other end of the phone was a little hesitant and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Jiang Zhulang?"
Not a takeaway?
Is it a reporter?
Jiang Zhulang took his phone and scanned the local IP for incoming calls, turned on the recording function, and replied, "Yes."
"Oh, that's good, that's good. Let me make it short. I'm the person in charge of 'Buds'. We took a photo together last time. This time I'm calling to thank Mr. Jiang Zhulang for his support of our charity project. I also want to ask if you need any help regarding some recent comments on the Internet?"
"If possible, we plan to hold a charity live broadcast and invite you to appear in the live broadcast room to clarify some false statements. My team and I believe that a kind-hearted person like you would not do what is rumored on the Internet."
"In fact, before I founded 'Buds', I also did some public relations work, so I found some clues about the behind-the-scenes of this incident. If you are interested, let's meet and discuss it in detail?"
After listening to the words of the head of the charity organization, Jiang Zhulang touched his chin and gave a definite reply.
By the way, what was the last name of this person in charge? There were so many people there that he only vaguely remembered it, maybe it was Wang? Or was it Li?
He clicked on the website introduction and saw the relevant introduction of the person in charge in a corner the size of a fingernail.
Oh, your last name is Zhang.
After changing his clothes and picking up his cell phone key, he prepared to go out. When he reached the downstairs of the apartment, Jiang Zhulang suddenly turned back, rummaged through the drawers to find a mask and put it on his face, then put a duckbill cap on his head before he felt at ease to go out.
Although it's not so outrageous that people would recognize you on the street and throw rotten eggs at you, it's always better to be cautious.
After arriving at the agreed location and exchanging a few words with the person in charge, he moved the computer and showed the information on the screen to Jiang Zhulang.
There was a dense mixture of Chinese and English on it, and Jiang Zhulang couldn't understand a thing.
After the explanation from the person in charge, he roughly understood: the poster who pretended to post the message but actually broke the news was the painter "Lotus" who had a unilateral grudge against Jiang Zhulang.
He was dissatisfied with his unsuccessful attempt to scam someone but ended up in trouble. Through his friends, he approached Brother Li, who was short of money, and offered him a large sum of money to dig up some dirty information about him, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.
I have to say, this move of his was quite successful.
"These people are really bad! When we go live, we will throw out the evidence and see what they say."
The person in charge handed Jiang Zhulang the activity schedule and was very angry.
Jiang Zhulang raised his eyebrows, took out his recording phone from his pocket, and turned it upside down on the table. He asked, "Why are you helping me like this? Just because I donated money?"
The person in charge was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Of course not. I once had a girlfriend, and we were at the stage of discussing marriage, but who knew that she suffered cyberbullying because of a deliberately misinterpreted statement, and eventually she couldn't bear it anymore and jumped off the building to commit suicide..."
"After so many years, I still can't forget her... I can't stand people who deliberately instigate cyberbullying, and I can't stand people who don't have their own opinions and vent all their grievances in life."
"What if I say that I will never refund the money and I am the kind of person who wants the kid's $500,000 manuscript fee?"
The person in charge shook his head again: "If you really are like this, you would have been in police station a long time ago. How could you have the chance to sit here and talk to me? I don't believe that someone who hysterically accused someone would not report to the police if he really lost half a million. Most of the time, it's just those marketing accounts making up stories."
Jiang Zhulang chuckled, picked up his phone, sent him the screenshots and screen recordings he had compiled, then turned off the screen and put it on his legs.
He still didn't quit recording.
After this incident, he no longer dared to trust anyone easily. Who knew if there might be some landmines hidden somewhere waiting for him to step on?
"What?! You asked for 5,000? Or was it the other party who asked for it? And you refunded it the next day?"
The person in charge shouted in shock, glared at Jiang Zhulang with a look of resentment, and said, "Then why don't you say it? Sue those rumormongers!"
Jiang Zhulang took a sip of coffee, his expression cold: "Will it be useful to tell others? Can I win the lawsuit against so many marketing accounts?"
The person in charge was silent and said, "Indeed, it is not very useful... But you can't just put up with it. What were you thinking at the time?"
Jiang Zhulang smiled nonchalantly: "I probably thought, why not just quit the Internet and be an original artist. Anyway, I'm not a popular star. No one will remember me in a month, right?"
"Now that I think about it, it was so stupid."
Person in charge: "Duh...oh, um...it's okay haha, I have no experience hahaha."
"Then it's settled. See you in the live studio at 8pm on Friday? I'll go back and release a preview. I can imagine how popular the live studio will be by then! After this live broadcast, I'm afraid I can make a lot of money just by throwing rotten eggs. I'll donate the money then."
"Throwing stinky eggs" is a way for users of Maomi Live to express their dissatisfaction with the anchor. For only 50 cents, you can throw virtual poop at the anchor's face.
Because of its disgusting special effects and low price, it can be used to express one's dissatisfaction and disgust without being banned for making extreme remarks in the barrage, so it is loved by countless cat live broadcast users.
Jiang Zhulang nodded indifferently, and left the box one after another with the person in charge.
Since the "half a million" rumor and the person who posted it behind the scenes can be resolved all at once in a few days, there is only one person left - Brother Li.
He returned home absent-mindedly, stroking his phone which was a little hot from long hours of recording. After a long time, he logged into Penguin and opened the conversation box with Brother Li.
Jiang Zhulang: “?”
I saw his status bar showing "typing" for a long time, and finally, he replied: "You know?"
Jiang Zhulang sneered and said, "No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to see it."
He shared an address, which was a small teahouse next to a school, and said, "I have something to ask you."
Li Ge hesitated for a long time before replying: "Well, okay, but I don't have much time."
So Jiang Zhulang stayed at home for a short time before going out again. The teahouse was not too far from his home, and it only took five bus stops to get there.
While waiting for the train, Jiang Zhulang walked into a store next to the platform and bought two recorders.
…
"Have you been waiting for a long time? There's a traffic jam today, hahaha." Brother Li pushed the door open, looked around the private room, and asked, "You've made a lot of money, why do you still like this kind of small shop? It doesn't match your current wealth."
Jiang Zhulang took a sip of chrysanthemum tea coldly and said, "It's quite in line with your status."
Brother Li choked up and said awkwardly, "Oh, look at what you said. Waiter!"
Jiang Zhulang pushed over a glass of water and nodded: "You already have something to drink, no need to order anything else."
Brother Li: “…”
He took a sip, coughed a few times, and then said, "I know what you want to ask, but before we talk, I think we should both turn off our phones and put them back on, how about that?"
"What? You dare to do it but not take responsibility? Are you afraid of what I will do to you?"
"Haha, just in case. The internet is scary nowadays. You should know that."
Jiang Zhulang glanced at his extremely hypocritical smile, turned off the phone as he was told, and put it on the table. Then, his eyes swept across the potted plant behind Brother Li almost imperceptibly.
After confirming that Jiang Zhulang could not secretly record the conversation, Brother Li visibly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I know what you want to ask. Yes, I sold your information."