Looking at the first video that popped up on the search interface, Zhang Fan was stunned on the spot.

The cool BGM is the exciting video of firecrackers exploding in northern Myanmar.

The video text also thoughtfully tagged the mastermind behind this incident, Brother Funeral.

"No, what's going on? This... this... this was not done by me!"

He clicked on the comment section and although it was full of applause, Zhang Fan also learned a very serious news from the comments of netizens.

I have actually become the person involved!

No, I came back last night and slept till now, so I don’t have the time to go to northern Myanmar to throw firecrackers!

There is no time to commit the crime at all!

Brothers, you are pushing me into the fire pit. You can't take all the credit for yourself!

Frame-up, total frame-up!

After quick thought, Zhang Fan felt that this matter probably had nothing to do with him.

It is indeed unreasonable for netizens to try to put the blame on themselves for this incident.

If you click on the "follow" button online and the other person fails, that's because the system's prediction is accurate. At most, you have established a weird personality.

But this is not clear. If the massive explosion next door is directly blamed on oneself, that would be too much.

If you are not careful, you may become the sinner who provokes a world war. You may even be brought to the International Court of Justice and be despised by everyone.

Although I have a long life and am not afraid of death, I cannot become notorious!

To put it another way, it was indeed me who clicked the follow button, so I will accept it no matter how weird the personality is.

This is not what I did, you can't admit it no matter what you say!

Just when Zhang Fan was about to clarify in the comment section, he suddenly remembered something.

I seem to have paid attention to Elephant Entertainment not long ago...

"Oops, I can't explain it!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan even had some self-doubt.

But if you think about it carefully, the system didn't give any hints at the time, and... even if the system was pushing it from behind, according to Brother Tongzi's devilish personality, he would never use modern weapons.

Could it be that Brother Kai and Brother Yong saw that there was no update on their follow-up lists and couldn’t help but take action?

"Hiss... No, I have to go to the store and ask right away."

With this thought in mind, Zhang Fan suddenly jumped up from the bed, packed up his things, and went to the funeral home.

…

Thirty minutes later, Changhong Funeral.

Zhang Fan rushed into the store in a hurry.

"Brother Kai, Brother Yong, what did you two do!"

"Boss, great job!"

Wang Kai and Zhang Fan spoke almost at the same time.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. Wang Kai ruled it out, so that meant...

After a brief hesitation, Zhang Fan and Wang Kai's eyes focused on Zhao Yong.

"Brother Yong, did you do this?"

"Old Zhao, I can't tell!"

"What?" Zhao Yong looked confused, followed by three other confused faces in the store.

"You two didn't do it?"

Zhang Fan spoke first: "I'm talking about the explosion in northern Myanmar. Are you sure neither of you took part in it?"

"Boss, what you said doesn't make me free." Wang Kai said without thinking.

"I... have been at home since last night." Zhao Yong said after thinking for a while.

"It seems that this matter... should have nothing to do with our store."

Zhang Fan was thoughtful and he still believed what the two shop assistants said.

"So what's the situation in northern Myanmar..."

"Boss, you were the one who followed me. Who are you asking? Why don't you ask netizens?" Wang Kai joked.

"No, no, no." Zhang Fan shook his head and said seriously, "This matter has nothing to do with me."

"Who cares about him? Just bomb the place in northern Myanmar." Wang Kai said indifferently.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes. "It's really because the hat is not on your head that you are not in a hurry at all."

Wang Kai smiled slightly, not in a hurry at all: "Don't panic, they have no evidence."

"Boom. Boom."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Zhang Fan and the other two subconsciously turned their heads to look.

"Lao Hu? Why are you here?"

Zhang Fan was a little surprised. Usually, Liu Jun was the one who came to the Security Bureau when there was anything going on, so why did someone suddenly come instead today?

"Haha, what's wrong, Brother Zhang Fan, is Lao Liu the only one allowed to come to your store?"

Lao Hu smiled and walked quickly into the store with a small stack of documents in his hand.

"No, no, you're welcome anytime."

Zhang Fan smiled and asked, "Old Hu, what are you holding in your hand?"

"I'm here to give you money." Lao Hu said without any concealment.

"Send me money?" Zhang Fan asked in confusion, "What do you mean? Please do it first."

Old Hu was not polite. After he sat down, he said, "Brother Zhang Fan, last night, there was a heavy rain in Nancheng for nearly three hours. You must know about this, right?"

"I know it very well." Zhang Fan nodded. If he hadn't tacitly agreed to Wang Kai's action, it probably wouldn't have rained so heavily.

But what does this have to do with giving money?

After a slight hesitation, Zhang Fan frowned and asked, "Someone drowned?"

"Yes, it's very unfortunate." Lao Hu nodded slowly.

"It's bad." Zhang Fan felt a little guilty. Just by looking at the thick contract in Lao Hu's hand, he knew that there were serious casualties last night.

But, how could the Security Bureau get such a big order for itself so quickly?

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan asked, "Old Hu, are these the funeral contracts for the victims?"

"What?"

Old Hu looked at his arms hesitantly, and quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, Brother Zhang Fan, you misunderstood!"

"If so many people died, the entire weather bureau would have to be rehabilitated."

"Ahh." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What is that?"

"Twenty, all drowned." Lao Hu said in a deep voice.

"so much!"

Zhang Fan looked surprised, and Zhao Yong and Wang Kai also subconsciously turned their gazes over.

"Brother Zhang Fan, please listen to me first." Lao Hu interrupted:

"These twenty people all died in the same basement, and the studio they founded was called Changhong Franchise Studio."

"The Changhong Franchise Studio is using your name to defraud people online. According to the information we have, they used to be engaged in human trafficking. No less than 20 people were abducted to northern Myanmar by them."

"Although they deserve death, according to our current laws, it is not enough to sentence them to death."

"By the way, brother Zhang Fan, the leader of Changhong Studio is someone you followed on DouYing."

"So it's a pirated copy... He deserves to die." Zhang Fan nodded, and suddenly thought of something. He looked at Lao Hu and asked:

"Brother Hu, what do you mean by that? Although I follow him on DouYing, I can't control the rain. I'm not the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and I don't know any Dragon Kings. How can I force him to make it rain?"

"Wow, I am responsible for the explosion and the rain. I have become a professional scapegoat!"

"Brother Zhang Fan, don't worry, I don't mean that." Lao Hu comforted Zhang Fan and then continued:

"Let's not discuss the death of these twenty people for now. This matter is not our responsibility right now. Let's get down to business first."

"This Changhong Studio, under your name, has opened more than 2,800 branches. Let's discuss the future and ownership of these stores."