“Zhao Yong,” Fang Zong suddenly said, “it seems you’ve been doing quite well these past few years thanks to your silver tongue.”
"Oh? Sure, not bad. Brother Zong, you know, I got expelled from school, so I've been living off my third uncle, and I'm doing alright."
Zhao Yong gave an awkward laugh, looking a bit bewildered.
Something's not right. I've already said all that, so shouldn't you have readily agreed to save face?
A tree lives by its bark, a person lives by their reputation. Since I've already abandoned all pretense of dignity, shouldn't you be willing to suffer a small loss for the sake of your pride?
You're a military general; your face is worth more than mine!
"I bet you're doing pretty well, shameless enough." Fang Zong cut to the chase: "You forwarded the email to me, hoping the ghost would find me, or were you trying to curry favor with me? Even if you just apologized verbally, saying it was to save your life or something, I wouldn't hold it against you because we were high school classmates. But a bastard like you who plays moral blackmail, face-blocking, and even emotional blackmail, I won't give you any face at all!"
"Brother Zong, don't say that. It was my fault, I admit it!" The other party immediately backed down.
Fang Zong sneered: "Too late, get lost!"
Zhao Yong panicked: "No, Brother Zong, don't worry, please don't worry..."
"You didn't understand what I said, did you? I said get out of Shancheng, or you won't be able to make a living in Shancheng anymore."
With that, Fang Zong prepared to hang up the phone.
Suddenly... "Fang Zong!"
Zhao Yong slammed his fist on the table, roaring, "Don't think you're so great just because you're a military officer! What do you eat? It's all tax revenue from the country, the hard-earned money of us ordinary folks! And let me tell you, I'll put this online for you, let's see who's finished! Military officers are so great, let me tell you, the year I dropped out of school, a cop tried to find fault with my third uncle, I got some people to beat up his mother, and he still fought back, but I filmed it! A cop beating someone, do you know how much buzz that went around? You're a military officer, so the online buzz will be even greater, let's see who's finished!"
"Huh? You've even used public opinion blackmail before?" Fang Zong laughed and hung up the phone immediately.
Then, Fang Zong contacted Meng Laode and told him about it. Meng Laode immediately got angry and started yelling, as if he was going to cause trouble at the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Fang Zong didn't mind and continued to enjoy the hot spring and taste the fruit juice.
"Ring ring~" The phone started ringing.
Fang Zong was thinking about when to get a custom ringback tone so he could just glance at the caller ID and hang up.
If it rings again, hang up again.
If it rings again, hang up again.
Some people don't deserve sympathy; you forgive them, and they'll turn around and bite you back. What's more, Zhao Yong ruined someone's life, yet he could so easily and selflessly turn against his own family to deal with this 'ouch'.
Just block them.
"Ring ring~" The phone rang again. Fang Zong glanced at the number and found it was another unknown number. After thinking for a moment, he answered the call anyway.
"Brother Zong, I was wrong, Brother Zong..."
"Click!" The call ended.
Another unfamiliar number. "Brother Zong, I was really wrong, Zong..." *click*, hang up again, then block.
While soaking in the hot spring, Fang Zong was getting bored, so he simply picked up his phone and started answering calls from unknown numbers.
"Fang Zong, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Let me tell you, if you dare mess with me, I'll smash up your house. I know where your house is!"
"I can easily find out where you live." *Click!* The call ended.
"Do you believe it or not..."
"I don't believe you!" *Click*, the call ended.
"Damn it, the police are here, and there are military officers from the relevant departments too. Brother Zong, are you trying to kill me? I was wrong, I'm kneeling down to you. Brother Zong, I can't take any more investigation. You can't just watch me go to jail, can you? Brother Zong, I'm kneeling down to you, Brother Zong!"
"Sorry, I can't see it." *Click*, the call ended.
"Brother Zong, I was wrong, Brother Zong, I was really wrong, I was blind! I'm video calling you, I'm kneeling down, Brother Zong!"
hang up.
"Brother Zong..."
"You have so many phones." *Click*, the call ended.
Haven't they arrested him yet? Judging from his words, Zhao Yong is a bastard who's up to no good; he's at least guilty of something that could land him in jail.
Fang Zong felt that the Ghost Killing Team was too inefficient, but little did he know that a dozen or so newly promoted military officers who had followed him down into the old tomb and benefited from drinking the thousand-year-old Lingzhi wine were surrounding Zhao Yong, sending people to search for evidence while forcing him to call and apologize.
The lineup is magnificent and perfectly powerful.
Zhao Yong died a worthy death.
"Hello, is this Fang Zong?"
"No!" *Snap*... Wait!
Fang Zong was puzzled. The voice sounded different; it wasn't Zhao Yong, but rather very familiar.
He dialed the number back and asked in confusion, "Daqian?"
"Yes, it's me! Ah Zong... Waaah..." Zheng Daqian burst into tears before he could finish speaking.
Fang Zong remained silent.
If Zhao Yong is one "ouch," then Zheng Daqian is a hundred "ouches" and that's not enough.
He and Zhao Yong were only acquaintances who nodded to each other when they met, but Zheng Daqian was the hero who insisted on taking him to internet cafes and karaoke bars in high school, speaking with absolute certainty and even risking his life to pull him out of the poison of cramming education.
Fang Zong had a bad feeling and tentatively asked, "You... that bastard Zhao Yong didn't send you another email, did he?"
"It was that bastard's doing! Waaaaah!" Zheng Daqian cried, "I knew that bastard held a grudge against me. Back in high school, that bastard touched the prettiest girl in class's butt, and I kicked him. You glared at him, and that bastard must still remember it. This is revenge, waaaah, it must be revenge!"
Fang Zong: "..."
You should remember that you kicked him, but I glared at him? Is that true?
There's no smoke without fire; there must be a reason behind it.
Fang Zong sighed with particular emotion.
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