Ma Chengcheng is a professional troll who owns several marketing accounts with a total of more than 800,000 fans. Although this is not good enough in the eyes of many big Vs with millions or even tens of millions of fans, it is enough for him to make a living in a first-tier city and support a beautiful girlfriend.
He really enjoys the thrill of manipulating public opinion. Seeing netizens getting angry at the news he posted, and going directly to the person's blog to vent their emotions without asking whether it was true or not, really brings him supreme pleasure.
Although many things will have a reversal in the end, these marketing accounts are also behind those "reversals". It can be said that from the outbreak of a "news" to its end, everything is under their control.
In the mouths of these marketing accounts, black can be turned into white, and calling a deer a horse is just that.
Therefore, every time he receives a task, it is his most exciting moment.
These mid- and low-level marketing accounts have a group. The group owner has many channels and can help them contact businesses, but they require a very high percentage of the subsequent commission.
For those who make a living from the Internet, how much share they get afterwards is not an issue; the problem is not getting any business.
Especially for marketing accounts like his with relatively small number of fans, it is difficult to receive advertisements from well-known businesses. Most of the advertisements are promotions of some fast-food krypton gold games and some three-no products, and they can't make much money at all.
So what he likes most is to be a hater!
Money is easiest to make in the entertainment industry, because those seemingly glamorous stars are most afraid of their image collapsing, their dark history being exposed, and causing resentment among their fans.
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Celebrities make their livings from their fans, and they make their livings from celebrities.
Sometimes Ma Chengcheng would have a moment of hesitation before releasing false news, but when he thought about the value of the news, he would give up the idea.
These days, conscience means nothing!
At four o'clock in the morning of that day, the group leader suddenly woke everyone up and excitedly informed them that a big order had appeared!
For those with more than 100,000 followers, a message will be 500, for those with more than 500,000, 2,000, for those with more than 1 million, 5,000, and even more!
The group members were all shocked. Was this some top-tier young idol being vilified or some company promoting a newcomer? How could this be so valuable? !
Most of them have more than one marketing account, and the powerful ones even have more than a dozen. Their fans add up to at least one to eight hundred thousand. How much money does that add up to!
Once you see the marketing targets announced by the group owner, no one will be surprised.
This is a tough guy with a background, no wonder it takes a big investment!
The third young master of the Jing family!
The national dad’s youngest son!
...Who the hell dares to criticize this? !
They are not afraid of slandering celebrities, because today's celebrities rely on traffic to make a living and are most afraid of offending the media. So no matter how excessive the haters are, they will not easily take them to court. At most, they will send a lawyer's letter to scare them.
But the second generation of wealthy families are different. They are truly powerful and influential. What's more, they are the sons of giants in real estate businesses. Dealing with them is as easy as cutting vegetables. They are not people they can afford to offend.
Although they are immoral and greedy for money, they are not stupid.
So for a while, no one dared to take this order.
The group leader suddenly became anxious. He had collected money from the employer in advance and promised to complete the task. If no one dared to accept the order, he would not only have to refund the money but also pay additional compensation. What was he trying to do?
He said that after accepting the order, the price could be increased based on the popularity of discussion in the comment section, and there was no upper limit.
The group was still silent, everyone was hesitating and watching.
Ma Chengcheng really wanted to take the order. He hadn’t seen such a high-paying order for a long time. He could earn thousands of yuan in an instant! But he was also afraid of being held accountable later, so he had to put the idea aside.
Seeing that everyone was pretending to be dead, the group leader had to bite his teeth and reveal the "inside information". This time the black material was authentic, the kind that could be on social news. By then, the Jing family would be too busy to take care of themselves, and they would have nothing to worry about!
It turned out to be business competition. It is so despicable to kick someone when he is down!
——But they like it.
When they heard that they would not be held responsible afterwards, some people were tempted and quietly sent private messages to the group owner to accept the order.
Among them is Ma Chengcheng.
The time for releasing the news is set at six o'clock, which is the time when most students and working people just get up. At this time, there are just as many people browsing the web as at night.
Ma Chengcheng was very excited when he released the negative information. As a senior netizen, he was quite familiar with Jing Sanshao and had just heard about him before going to bed last night.
It is said that he is a student of the most famous aristocratic middle school in Shangjing. His father is the national dad Jing Zhensong, his brother is the business upstart Jing Rong, the famous beauty in the entertainment industry Lu Qingyi is his stepmother, and he has a beautiful national sister Jing Yue.
Born as a winner in life, rich and pretty, any action of hers can attract the attention of countless people...
Ma Chengcheng looked at the "solid evidence" sent by the group leader, and thought of the dog-licking comments about Jing Cheng on the Internet last night, and sneered in his heart.
No matter how rich you are, what does it matter? The man you think of as a man of honor will become a rat that everyone wants to kill after today. Even the huge mountain of Jing will be implicated and collapse.
Never underestimate public opinion; the mountain of public opinion can crush people to death!
After pressing the Enter key, the background system prompts that the wb has been published successfully, and the associated platform accounts are also published successfully at the same time.
Ma Chengcheng was a little nervous.
It was not until half a minute later that he saw his colleagues revealing different pieces of black material, including many "well-known" big Vs, that Ma Chengcheng breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that these pieces of black material were indeed "confirmed".
I stopped paying attention to the news that was making headlines online, rubbed my eyes, and prepared to go back to ** to rest.
I stayed up late last night eating melons, and made a small profit today, so I can definitely take a good rest.
…
It was a corridor so dark that one could not see the end, and it was quiet and silent.
Ma Chengcheng was standing in this corridor wearing pajamas and with greasy messy hair.
He was very conscious and remembered that he was catching up on sleep. How did he suddenly appear here?
Am I dreaming?
"Hiss! It hurts!" Ma Chengcheng pinched his arm hard. The sharp pain pierced his nerves, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.
However, when he opened his eyes, he found that the scene in front of him had not changed at all! He was still in that dark corridor!
Ma Chengcheng's hand was still covering the arm where he had pinched the flesh just now, with a dazed look on his face. Was he dreaming?
Then how come he is here?
Could it be... a ghost? !
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little cold, as if something cold and alive was crawling up his back, emitting cold air.
Inexplicably, he suddenly felt a sense of being watched, as if countless invisible eyes were hidden in the silent corridor, watching his every move.
His heart suddenly tightened, gripped by nameless fear.
Without even looking back, Ma Chengcheng felt all over his body with trembling hands, trying to find his cell phone. He usually played with his cell phone for a while before going to bed, so maybe it was on him now.
God bless... He soon felt the hard metal shell from the pocket of his pajamas.
However, the moment he took out his mobile phone, he found that what was reflected on the screen was a little strange.
In his eyes, he was the only one in the corridor. It was empty and terrifyingly quiet.
However, the phone screen showed countless unclear faces, densely packed above his head and in all directions around him!
At a certain moment, he even felt that he seemed to meet the eyes of these "human faces". They were looking at him quietly, as if waiting for his next move.
Ma Chengcheng held his breath and clenched his teeth tightly. The muscles under his skin bulged and his whole face twitched.
He silently thought to himself that this was all an illusion, he didn't see anything at all! Then he pressed his fingerprint hard to verify, opened the phone book and wanted to make a call. To his surprise, the call was connected!
“Beep—beep—beep—”
Ma Chengcheng spoke nervously and incoherently: "Hello? Is anyone there? Come and save me! I'm... I don't know where this is. Can you locate it?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone at first, and then suddenly there was a "sizzling" sound, indicating a bad signal. Ma Chengcheng's heart started beating so violently that it almost jumped out of his throat.
Ma Chengcheng held the phone in his hand, cold sweat breaking out all over. After an unknown amount of time, he found that the signal was back and the voice on the other end became clear.
He first heard an indistinct murmur, and then someone cleared his throat and made two "ah-ah" sounds, as if someone was adjusting the sound equipment.
The next second, an exaggeratedly excited male voice echoed in my ears with ups and downs.
"Shocking news! A popular young man had a night out with xxx, and the video of the underground parking lot was exposed! If you want to see it, please send me a private message, otherwise it will be over!"
"The financial backer behind the popular actress xxx has surfaced, and it turns out to be..."
"It's confirmed that a good man in the entertainment industry is cheating! The most enviable marriage has become the biggest joke of the year!"
"XXX star acted like a big shot on the set, slapping his assistant ten times in front of the staff. Doesn't this mean he doesn't treat his assistant as a human being?"
"XX had plastic surgery confirmed! She has said in public many times that she is all natural, but she looks like this. How can you call this all natural? [Attached photos] ×9"
…
"A rich second-generation named Jing disregarded the law. He killed an innocent innkeeper in front of the public over a disagreement. His arrogance was so outrageous!"
When Ma Cheng heard the loud voice like a broadcast, he was confused at first, then he gradually felt that the words sounded very familiar, until he heard the five words "Rich second generation surnamed Jing", he suddenly realized, wasn't this the "news" he had just sent out today?
Thinking back to the previous words, it turned out that they were all fake "black material" he had released before, and the voice that had been speaking in his ear wasn't his own voice?
This is so weird!
Is that a human or a ghost on the other end of the phone?
When Ma Chengcheng realized this, all the hairs on his body stood up and his brain started buzzing as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.
Could it be that someone found out the identity of his account and wanted to retaliate against him for posting false negative information online?
But he is just a low-level marketing account, just trying to make a living online. Why would the other party look for him instead of the person behind the scenes?
He wanted to hang up the phone like crazy, but the screen was frozen and there was no movement, and the sound coming from the speakers became louder and louder, almost deafening.
He wanted to turn off the phone, but the buttons didn't work as if the phone was infected with a virus and he refused to respond.
Ma Chengcheng threw his phone and pulled his hair in despair: “Ahhhhhhhhh——!!!”
"His" voice echoed in the long corridor, fierce, angry, sarcastic, sneering... over and over again, in a cycle, as if it would never stop.
And those blurry faces gradually became clear and turned into beautiful women's faces. They laughed and kept approaching Ma Chengcheng, surrounding him, making the same sounds as him and talking excitedly in his ears. They were all the remarks he had posted online before, but they were strangely worded in a different way.
"As a public figure, earning so much money, he only donated 200,000?"
"His face is obviously plastic surgery. His skin is white? Did he get a whitening injection?"
"A man wearing so little deserves to be fucked!"
"Which woman in the world doesn't cheat? Princess Shanyin has thirty male lovers! This shows that women are capable!"
"A man's existence is to take care of his wife and children, and to give women offspring. Dare to cheat? You should have your penis cut off!"
"He's so handsome, I wonder how many people he's had sex with! He must be kept by a rich woman, maybe he has a sexual disorder!"
Ma Chengcheng: “………………”
Spare him!
After an unknown amount of time, Ma Chengcheng finally opened his eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling. He realized that the horrific experience he had just had was all a dream.
Yet those words continued to echo in his mind like a broken alarm clock, and he felt like his head was about to explode.
Ma Chengcheng had dark circles under his eyes and scratched his head, suspecting that he had neurasthenia caused by too much work pressure, so he decided to go to the hospital!
However, when he locked the door and was about to go downstairs, his foot slipped and he fell face first down the stairs with a bang, his face bruised and his head bleeding!
“Ahem…”
Ma Chengcheng coughed, opened his mouth, and spat out a bloody tooth.
He was confused.
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On this day, many passers-by discovered that there were an unusually high number of pedestrian accidents. Some people either bumped their heads against electric poles, fell on the ground, or were hit on the head and bleeding by objects falling from the sky.
On this day, hospitals across the country welcomed the peak of customer traffic, especially psychiatric hospitals! These "patients" claimed that they had auditory hallucinations, which made it difficult for them to concentrate on work and school.
On this day, many rational netizens discovered a strange phenomenon: the keyboard warriors who usually argued with them were actually quiet today!
A long time later, what happened on that day was dug up by an insider on a certain forum, who posted a thread mocking that day as "the end of the trolls."
When Jing's Propaganda Department hired a large army of internet trolls and was ready to fight back, they discovered that the "black material" about their third young master had been inexplicably suppressed online and disappeared from the trending searches.
The accounts that posted those fabricated "black materials" suddenly stopped, and netizens started to pick up other people's melons and eat them with relish.
Jingshi employees: ???
Was this morning’s revelation an illusion, or did the other party have a bigger conspiracy?
Everyone didn't calm down until they received the "good news" that the CEOs of several companies that were in opposition to Jing's had suffered cerebral hemorrhage, stroke, car accidents, etc. at the same time.
Ah, it turns out that God has opened his eyes.
Jing's employees calmly began to collect information that was unfavorable to the company, and checked the accounts that leaked the negative information one by one and handed them over to the legal team for handling.
The "farce" came to an abrupt end before it could even get out of hand.
On the surface, everything seemed calm, but some people connected all the strange things that happened on this day together and tasted something different.
The Jing family, whose stomping of feet in the business circle can cause an "earthquake" nowadays, seemed to be a family of heavenly masters a long time ago...
After figuring it out, those who were hiding behind the scenes and watching, hoping to take advantage of this incident, immediately gave up their thoughts.
I can't afford to offend you.
*
Jing Cheng and the others said hello to Director Zhao and prepared to return to Beijing early to take part in the exam organized by the school. After all, the tickets had already been bought.
Zhao Yi expressed his understanding of this and assured that the program team would handle all subsequent matters so that they could go to the exam with peace of mind. The first episode of this season's program has been reviewed and approved and will be released in the middle of next month. During this period, some highlights will be released on the official blog, and they can pay attention to it after they return.
The staff of the program team are not people who don’t pay attention to the news. They also followed the big drama in the morning and watched a lot of melons.
At the beginning, the negative comments online were too much. Zhao Yi and his friends were so angry that they wanted to contact the local xx bureau in Dian County to release Boss Lu's autopsy report, but they were stopped by Jing Cheng. Because if the real cause of Boss Lu's death was released, it would only cause greater social panic. Wouldn't that just cause more trouble?
I don’t know what method Jing used, but all the online haters shut up.
Everyone looked relieved, and only later did they realize that it was Taoist Xiao Jing who took action. He was only giving a slight punishment to those who slandered him behind his back, and they immediately became more in awe of him.
Zhao Yi had sincerely invited people to participate in their program as heavyweight guests, but he did not expect that they would be secretly photographed, resulting in such consequences. Those who didn't know would think that their program was deliberately bullying people.
So when Zhao Yi heard that they were leaving, he bustled around like an old nanny, found a car for them to leave the mountain, bought them a big bag of snacks, and paid the car fare in advance, which was a kind of compensation in another sense.
Seeing that it was about time, Jing Cheng and the other two took their luggage and got in the car and left.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Fu, don't forget to go back and watch the show and help promote it!" Zhao Yi waved his handkerchief excitedly in the back. "Your faces have been blurred in post-production, so don't worry about being recognized by others!"
Qin Yan & Fu Le: "..." Isn't the trick of mosaic used against tainted artists?
Jing Cheng heard a new word: "What is mosaic?"
The two were already used to his occasional ignorance, and Fu Le answered him seriously: "You can search for the previous news about Mr. Jing. The face of Mr. Jing in the photo is blurred."
Jing Cheng: “…”
That probably wasn't a good thing, so he decided not to look at it.
Here, Zhang Jinhuai brought people from the Taoist Association and traveled all the way to Dian County to clean up the mess for the program crew.
However, when they finally found the program crew, they were told that Jing Cheng had already left.
As for the magical instrument that seals the evil, what is that? The program crew sincerely said that they have never seen it.
When he heard that they had just left, Zhang Jinhuai remembered the van that passed by them when he went up the mountain, and he almost vomited blood.
Why is he always late?!
…
The van dropped them off at the bus station in the nearby city and then stopped. After getting off the van, they hurriedly transferred to the airport bus. It was not until after one o'clock in the afternoon that the three of them arrived at the airport.
After getting off the bus, Qin Yan and Fu Le ran straight to the restroom. Jing Cheng was waiting for them at the security check gate. There were several suitcases piled around him, and he was quietly watching the passengers coming and going.
Little did he know that the handsome and elegant young man standing at the gate was a beautiful sight, especially when he looked at passers-by with a confused and innocent look like Bambi, which melted the hearts of the women who secretly looked at him.
Whose boy is this? He looks so cute. I really want to touch him!
It was Jing Cheng's first time at the airport. Although he looked as calm as every other passenger entering the airport, no one knew that he was actually feeling extremely emotional inside.
He is about to see the most advanced means of transportation of this era!
After security check, they went to the automatic ticket machine to swipe their ID cards, received their boarding passes, and checked in their luggage. Soon, they were led to the VIP waiting room by smiling airport staff.
There are comfortable sofas, large-screen LCD TVs, and dedicated service staff serving tea and water and asking about your well-being.
Jing Cheng was enjoying it while marveling at it in his heart.
Qin Yan and Fu Le were obviously used to it and took the initiative to ask for meals. They were in a hurry when they came here and hadn't had lunch yet.
There were not many people in the VIP room. Apart from the three of them, there was an elite man typing on his laptop, a young woman wearing beautiful clothes and sunglasses playing with her mobile phone, and a noble lady adorned with gold and silver. They each occupied a sofa and did not interfere with each other.
A middle-aged man with a big gold chain around his neck was snoring loudly on the sofa. The waiter stood beside him with an awkward look on his face, hesitating whether to wake him up.
Fu Le swallowed the last mouthful of noodles on the plate, grabbed the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped his mouth, and commented: "It doesn't taste very fresh, not as good as the ones in the store."
Qin Yan did not comment: "Western food all tastes the same."
Fu Le turned to Jing Cheng and asked, "What do you think?" As both of them were foodies, he felt that he and Jing Cheng should have the same ideas in some aspects.
Jing Cheng had already finished two plates of Boots Noodles, a serving of foie gras, and two desserts. He was now eating some crispy fried chicken. Hearing this, he shook his head calmly and said, "It tastes OK, but there's too little of it."
There was only one mouthful of noodles on such a big plate, and it wasn't even enough to fill his teeth.
I never thought that foreigners who look tall and strong actually have a chicken stomach.
Fu Le stared at his mouth that kept opening and closing like a black hole, and then looked at his flat stomach. Where did he eat all that food?
Could it be that the Taoist priest’s stomach looks different from that of ordinary people?
Although I have seen Jing Cheng eat more than ordinary people in school before, this seems to be the first time that he eats so freely.
So Fu Le said with difficulty: "You have a good appetite."
Jing Cheng was eating with his mouth full of oil without even raising his head.
After a while, a few masked teenagers walked into the waiting room, arm in arm. Jing Cheng could hear their deliberately low voices talking from afar.
"This idiot thought he had done a perfect job sneaking out of the base without telling anyone, but he didn't expect the coach to see his ticket booking information on the computer!"
"You are called 'Ming Shen' by your fans for nothing. Your IQ is really impressive! So what are you doing in Dian County?"
"I know this question! Our Mingshen wanted to see if he was handsome enough to anger the gods. His fans joked with him that if a handsome guy stayed at Tingxi Pavilion for one night, the room would catch fire. This guy actually took it seriously!"
"I am not..."
"You are! You are a narcissistic guy, I can see it clearly, otherwise what other excuse can you come up with?"
The pink-haired boy was speechless after being confronted by his companions. Could he say that it was because of some unspeakable reasons?
The young man with platinum blond hair came in and looked around. Seeing that everyone in the VIP room was busy with their own things and no one seemed to recognize them, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked his companions to find an empty seat and sit down.
"But it's a good thing you didn't have time to go there this time. I saw people on the Internet saying that Tingxi Pavilion had been closed down and it seemed that something had happened to the boss."
The only boy among the three who didn't dye his hair whispered, "What happened?"
"I don't know. It has nothing to do with us anyway." The platinum-haired man smacked his lips and said, "I always feel that it's not a good place. It's far away from the emperor, who knows what monsters are hiding there? The daughter of a relative and friend of mine went to Dian County for a trip with her classmates two years ago and never came back. People in my hometown speculated that she was sold to the mountains. Her parents felt ashamed and never went to look for her. They even gave birth to a second child this year. What kind of parents are like this!"
“Is this true or false?”
"Hey! Why would I lie to you when I have nothing better to do? Many people who travel there have disappeared, but their stories have not been exposed."
The pink-haired boy looked at him in surprise and said slowly, "I didn't expect you to know so much."
Platinum Head raised his head proudly: "Do you think I'm the know-it-all in the e-sports circle for nothing?"
"What does this have to do with the e-sports community..."
Jing Cheng, who had his back to them and was separated by a sofa, raised his head with a strange expression, "Base", "Ming Shen", "E-sports circle", are these teenagers professional e-sports players?
Is this world so small?
He looked at Fu Le and Qin Yan who were playing games with their heads down and oblivious to the situation, and wanted to say to Fu Le: Hey, your idol is right behind you.
After hesitating for a moment, I didn't remind him.
Because after these three people came in, he sensed a not-so-pleasant aura.
Jing Cheng pretended to glance back casually.
The boy called "Ming Shen" wore a mask, was dressed fashionably, had dyed pink hair, and had a black diamond earring on his earlobe. This outfit reminded Jing Cheng of the idols in the entertainment industry that Jing Yue had mentioned.
The young man had a thin red string hanging around his neck, and an intricately carved wooden plaque appeared and disappeared at his collar.
The not-so-pleasant aura that he had sensed earlier was emanating from there.
What is that? Jing Cheng frowned and thought.
However, before he could remember what it was, the airport staff reminded them that it was time to board the plane. Jing Cheng had no choice but to suppress the thought, carrying his luggage and following the staff through the dedicated passage for the first-class cabin.
At the same time, he also noticed that the middle-aged man who had slept for the whole afternoon was woken up by the service staff, and the three professional players followed them quietly.
Only then did Jing Cheng realize that they were on the same flight.
The journey is not long, it only takes an hour and a half by plane.
Jing Cheng recalled how they drove for more than two hours from Shangjing to the ancient city, and how they traveled under the stars from the ancient city to Dian County. He deeply believed that travel in this world is still convenient for rich people.
The plane was quite bumpy when it took off, and Jing Cheng felt his eardrums swollen, but it was not very uncomfortable. Not long after takeoff, he entered the stratosphere and the uncomfortable feeling disappeared.
Jing Cheng looked at the spectacular scenery outside through the small window without blinking. His mind was so captured that he didn't even notice that Qin Yan had placed a glass of water on his dining table.
He saw the city gradually turn into black dots as the plane rose higher, and then was swallowed up by thick white clouds.
Not far away, there were lightning and thunder in the dark clouds, and the silver snake-like thunder was clearly visible, but here the sun was shining brightly, with white clouds rolling, and the bright sunlight seemed to be within reach, like a miracle.
Jing Cheng was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment. He let his mind go and immersed himself in it, unaware of what was happening around him.
Naturally, they wouldn't have known that Fu Le recognized his idol as soon as he entered the cabin, and was excitedly preparing to go over to shake hands with him and take photos.
The moment he saw the pink-haired boy take off his mask, Fu Le rubbed his eyes and said, "Fuck it! Am I seeing things? I can actually sit on the same plane with Ming Shen. What kind of luck is this! Brother Yan, pinch me and let me see if I am dreaming!"
Qin Yan: “…” I want to slap you, can you please not be so embarrassing?
The woman wearing sunglasses next to them was chewing gum and looking at them strangely.
The lady frowned but said nothing.
The middle-aged man with a big belly and a big gold chain said with interest: "Who is the God of Myōjin? Are there any celebrities here? Let me see them too."
The elite man pushed up his glasses and said, "I've heard of this code name before. He should be a professional e-sports player."
"What is an e-sports player?" The middle-aged man didn't understand.
The young woman blew out a bubble from her mouth, and said nonchalantly, "It means someone who is good at playing games, and someone who makes a living by playing games. They are considered stars in the gaming circle."
"Playing games?" The middle-aged man frowned in disgust, spat, and looked at the three people with disdain, "Playing with games will ruin your ambition! If my son does this in the future, I will break his legs!"
Other people in the first class cabin: “…” Some things just need to be thought about, there’s no need to say them out loud, right?
Ye Jiming and the other three guys blushed. The platinum-haired boy wanted to turn around and say something, but was stopped by the black-haired boy: "Don't be impulsive." Most of the people in the first class were either rich or noble, and they couldn't afford to offend them.
Fu Le couldn't stand it anymore and yelled at him, "Uncle, who are you looking down on? Don't you know that e-sports is a high-tech competition? It's all about IQ and reaction ability. Does your son have that much IQ? He doesn't know anything and he's still talking nonsense here. Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow his tongue away?"
"You——!" The middle-aged man gasped in anger, his face trembling violently, and cursed ferociously, "You little x-boy, you have no manners!"
Qin Yan's face turned cold: "Who are you saying has no upbringing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the first class cabin became tense, and everyone else suddenly felt that the air became hot and dry, making it difficult to breathe.
The middle-aged man's breathing was stagnant due to his cold gaze, and he was speechless for a long time.
What is the identity of this kid? Why is his aura so terrifying?
The lady untied the silk scarf around her neck, patted her chest gently, and complained softly: "Ouch! I'm so scared. What are you arguing about? What's there to be arguing about?"
When the flight attendant heard the noise, she rushed over to stop Qin Yan: "Passenger, please calm down." She thought that these two teenagers were the first to act impulsively.
Fu Le pouted and pointed at the middle-aged man: "It was obviously him who cursed first! He has very poor character!"
The platinum-haired guy poked Ye Jiming and said with a wink, "You have a second-generation rich fan. Are you touched that he protects you so much?"
"Ah?" Ye Jiming didn't know what he was thinking. He came back to his senses when he was poked on the arm. "What did you say?"
"What were you looking at just now? Why are you so dazed?" The platinum-headed man looked at his actions speechlessly, "You're touching your sign again. What on earth is this treasure?"
An unnatural look flashed across Ye Jiming's eyes. He put down his hand in panic and said in a low voice, "That is a relic my grandfather left me. Of course it is precious."
As he spoke, he glanced casually in the direction of the diagonal window.
Platinum Head didn't expect that his casual question would touch upon someone else's sad memories. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said nothing more.
However, he didn't know that Ye Jiming was talking to "someone else".
Since he entered the plane, a shrill voice rang in his mind: "That man near the window, his luck is very strong! Find an opportunity to get close to him, as long as you can let me breathe in, I will become even more powerful!"
Ye Jiming: "But I don't know that person at all! How can I approach him? Can I find the two people next to him?"
After all, these two people are his fans and should be easy to talk to, but the person near the window kept staring at the scenery outside, which made him feel scary for some reason. He always felt that something bad would happen if he got close to the other person.
His sixth sense was always accurate.
The voice in my head screamed, "Have you forgotten why we came here? Those two people's luck is not as strong as his! I don't care! You must go and shake hands with the person near the window, get close to him! I have helped you so many times, it's not too much to ask for a little reward! If you can succeed this time, I won't have to suck other people's luck anymore!"
Ye Jiming was silent. Of course, he did not forget the purpose of coming to Dian County. The thing that was talking in his mind was born by swallowing luck. He heard that the reason why Dian County developed well was because the people there worshipped a "mountain god". The mountain god's luck was no better than that of ordinary people. This time he came to Dian County without telling his coach and teammates just to let this guy get some "immortal energy".
But who knew that something happened in Dian County before they arrived.
From afar, one could see bad luck lingering in the sky above Dian County. This was the result of the entire county's luck being lost, and this guy was most afraid of bad luck. Ye Jiming also didn't want to be unlucky and was in no mood to watch the fun, so they could only leave.
The trip to Dian County ended up being a failure, and when he was about to return, he ran into his teammates who had also sneaked out to look for him.
He didn't expect that he would come across the "food" that this guy in his mind had his eyes on on the way back.
But it would be really stupid to suddenly go over and shake hands, and the other person didn't look like he was as easy to fool as his fans.
Seeing that he was still hesitating, the shrill voice said dissatisfiedly: "Don't forget! You are so lucky thanks to who! It was your grandfather who saved me back then, not you. I have already repaid your grandfather's kindness. Now it is you, the Ye family, who owe me!"
At this time, the plane suddenly became bumpy. The flight attendant loudly assured everyone not to be nervous, saying that this was a normal phenomenon when the plane encountered air currents. It was best to put away the dining table to prevent things on the table from falling and injuring themselves.
Ye Jiming nervously held the armrest: "I know... but it's not convenient now. Let's find a chance to get close to him after we get off the plane."
The voice in my head felt a little lost: "Okay, then you must remember it."
The wooden sign lit up slightly, and the voice in his head stopped ringing. Ye Jiming breathed a sigh of relief.
The platinum-head rubbed his eyes. He seemed to see Ye Jiming’s wooden sign flash just now. Was he hallucinating?
But what is carved on that wooden sign?
Why does he look like a weasel?
Jing Cheng, whose luck was being stared at, felt an inexplicable stir in his heart. He withdrew his gaze from outside and glanced at everyone in the first-class cabin.
What's going on? Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being stared at by something?
The middle-aged man thought that Qin Yan and his group had a strong background and were not easy to mess with, so he lay back groaning, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
The woman in sunglasses curled her lips. She thought she could see a big face-slapping show, but she was really disappointed.
Before getting off the plane, Fu Le took a photo with his idol as he wished and also got an autographed photo.
He said to Ye Jiming excitedly: "Can I shake your hand?"
Ye Jiming: "...Of course."
Fu Le tightly grasped Ye Jiming's hand, and after trying to hold back, he still couldn't help but said, "You know what? What I admire most is your European physique! You don't know, I have never been a lucky person since I was a child. Accidents often happen to me. When I was a child, I was kidnapped and almost killed by the kidnappers. When I grew up, I started to chase stars. The idols I fantasized about either had their personalities collapsed or were blackened by the entire network and retired. It seems that the people I like will eventually have bad luck. My heart is broken..."
Ye Jiming, whose hands were tightly held, said: “…” It seemed like something strange had sneaked in.
Fu Le was still chattering: "Ah! I almost got into trouble a while ago, and I almost died! Now that I think about it, it's not easy for me to live to this age... So I want to take advantage of your European physique, you don't mind, right?"
Ye Jiming could hardly control the expression on his face: "..." Could he say that he minded?
The voice in my head was roaring sharply: "Grandson of the Ye family, get away from this unlucky guy! Where did he come from? Why is he so unlucky! It stinks! It's almost suffocating me, ugh——!"
Fu Le, who had just returned from the unlucky Dian County, had no idea that he had been deeply disliked by his idol. In fact, ever since he wore the amulet given by Jing Cheng, he has rarely had bad luck. Over time, he almost forgot that he had this physique.
The other people in the first class cabin looked at the two people shaking hands in silence.
Qin Yan held his forehead helplessly, unable to bear to watch this scene: What a big fool.
Jing Cheng stared thoughtfully at the wooden sign that occasionally appeared on Ye Jiming's neck. Was it the guardian deity?
After getting off the plane, the first-class passengers walked out from the dedicated passage. Qin Yan and Fu Le followed the others to get their checked luggage, while Jing Cheng came out to look for the person sent by Brother Jing to pick them up.
As I walked out of the waiting hall, a gust of cold wind blew towards me.
The temperature in Shangjing City started to drop.
Jing Cheng glanced at the crowd of people waiting at the airport. Just as he was hesitating whether to call Jing Rong, his eyes suddenly fixed and he looked in one direction.
He saw that the middle-aged man who was sitting on the same plane with him suddenly became anxious after answering a phone call. He seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere. He hurriedly stopped a taxi, said something to the driver, then took out his wallet while getting in the car.
At this moment, a few kids on roller skates came out from nowhere and suddenly passed by him. The man was bumped by them and paused in his last action. His wallet fell to the ground. He was about to squat on the ground to pick up the wallet, but a strong wind blew up from the ground, and the money in the wallet was blown out. Hundred-dollar bills flew into the sky!
The middle-aged man was stunned.
When the driver saw this, he quickly stopped the car and prepared to help.
Jing Cheng had sharp eyes and ran directly in the direction where the money was flying, only to see that the money was floating in the air as if it was leash, and finally floated to an empty corner and landed steadily at the feet of the person hiding there.
Jing Cheng had excellent eyesight and recognized that the person hiding there was Ye Jiming, which made him feel very strange.
He felt that the other party was hiding there on purpose.
What happened next almost made Jing Cheng's eyes pop out of their sockets.
Ye Jiming looked around and saw that no one noticed his place. He rolled up the money, put it in his pocket, and left calmly.
Jing Cheng: ???
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The author has something to say:
Taoist Xiao Jing: According to my calculations with my fingers, someone is going to be in big trouble.
The strange new character Ye Jiming, who was mentioned in the previous chapter.
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