There were over 100,000 viewers in Wen Dalian's live broadcast room. Jiang Ning's comment was ordinary and was quickly drowned out by countless other comments, and it did not attract any attention.
However, the quality of the works she publishes may not be the same.
Jiang Ning posted a work one second, and received likes, comments, and other new information the next second.
“Ahhh, Jiang Jiang, it’s Jiang Jiang!”
"Hahahaha, I came in as soon as the system reminded me!"
"Jiang Jiang has been much more active these days than before. I'm happy."
These netizens who commented first basically commented directly without even reading the dynamic content.
After liking and commenting on the post, they were satisfied and closed the comment section to take a closer look at the content of Jiang Ning's work.
Of course, some netizens first read the content of Jiang Ning's updated work, and then were shocked: "Wen Dalian??!!"
"Is my vision correct? Hahahaha, now it's Wen Dalian's turn. This is karma!"
"I just came out of Wen Dalian's live broadcast room angrily, and the next second I saw this posted by Jiang Jiang. I felt relieved, so relieved! Ahhh, Jiang Jiang, I really didn't misjudge you!"
“@Beijing Public Security Bureau @Wenzhou Police @TikTok Assistant @Internet Regulatory Department @National Food Safety Bureau @State Taxation Bureau, hurry up, get to work!”
"Don't just focus on At and the others. It's time to Att Win Dalian and his family. Haha, they are the ones who eat carcinogens and excrement~~"
Everyone covered their mouths and laughed secretly. They had just left Wen Dalian's live broadcast room in frustration, but with the courage given by Jiang Ning, they fought back fiercely.
[Wen Dalian, is it okay to feed your family carcinogens and excrete feces?] [My family likes Wen Dalian so much, they must have bought a lot of his self-produced and sold Wen’s pickled mustard tuber, hahaha, no, it’s too funny.] [Well, well, I came from the mountains, and I have only eaten homemade pickled mustard tuber, not the ones bought, so I want to ask, what does Wen’s pickled mustard tuber taste like?] [Wen Dalian, is it okay to evade taxes?] [Family, is Wen’s pickled mustard tuber delicious?] [Oh my god, evaded more than 10 million in taxes, this is money my whole family can’t earn in a lifetime] [……] If there were only one or two comments, it might not attract attention, but these weird comments popped up at the same time, it was hard not to notice.
[What are you guys talking about? ] [Fans of Jiang Ning, are you sick? When you can't win an argument, you start to act sarcastic? ] [Our Dalian homemade pickled mustard tuber sold over 10 million orders last year! There are all kinds of flavors, whether it's a snack or a meal, it's perfect for adults, children, and the elderly, it's that strong! You can't be jealous! ] The fans who were defending Wen Dalian in the live broadcast room immediately responded angrily, thinking that Jiang Ning's fans were deliberately looking for trouble.
But Wen Dalian in front of the screen's expression changed after seeing these comments.
He was originally sitting leisurely on the stool, but immediately stood up from his seat in panic.
Wen Dalian moved closer to the screen and looked at the comments nervously, making sure he had not seen them before.
The other staff members and assistants who had been looking relaxed nearby looked at Wen Dalian in confusion, not knowing what had happened to him.
Wen Dalian was in such an obviously abnormal condition that anyone with a discerning eye would have to be blind to fail to notice that something was wrong.
[Hahaha, look, he's starting to panic.] [Wen Dalian, our Jiang Jiang said it's your turn now, just wait patiently for the police to come!] [You're selling rotten mustard tubers that no one wants for a gift for 25 yuan a bag, Wen Dalian, just wait to die!] Wen Dalian couldn't believe that he would actually see these words.
He subconsciously felt a little guilty because he knew very well the sanitary conditions of his production workshop.
However, he concealed it so well, and the production and packaging were not in the same place, how could he be discovered? !
Wen Dalian didn't believe it, and didn't dare to believe it.
He looked at the dazzling comments on the screen with a sullen face: "What nonsense are you talking about, administrator, quickly kick them out, if you post these false news again, I will sue you for defamation one by one!"
He had a serious face and said righteously: "I have broadcast live the production workshop to everyone many times before. Many fans have come to me suddenly and asked me to take them to see the production workshop of Zhacai. I took them to see it calmly and broadcast the scene more than once..."
[Yes, I know about this. Several times when fans made surprise attacks, Dalian happened to be live streaming at the time, and without saying anything, he took everyone to see the production workshop, which was clean and dust-free, very hygienic. Support Dalian! ] [You haters, get out of here! ] Immediately, a fan stood up to defend Wen Dalian.
[Haha, idiot.] [You really won't cry until you see the coffin. Remember your confident look now. Next time you appear in front of the camera, don't cry and beg for forgiveness in a hypocritical manner.] [Stone hammer conveyor belt: Jiang Ning's latest Douyin work.] A few seconds later, those netizens who just supported Wen Dalian:
[Wen dog B, I fuck your aunt! ] [Vomiting.jpg, vomiting.jpg, vomiting.jpg, Wen scum, I'm taking my whole family to the hospital for a checkup right now. If you feel any discomfort, you'll go to jail! ] [……] Netizens changed their attitudes and filled the screen with abuse.
Wen Dalian was a little at a loss. At this moment, the young assistant tremblingly raised the mobile phone in front of him.
After seeing the contents on the screen clearly, Wen Dalian's face turned pale.
It's over, everything is over... (End of this chapter)
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