Chapter 50: Aftermath
The electric shock incident shocked the restaurant owner. Among the three guests present, two were public figures. He looked at the big stars one after another, then at the rich second generation, and was in a dilemma between stepping forward to dissuade them and calling the police.
Finally, it was Meng Chu who broke the silence. "This stun gun won't do much harm," he said. "Not even a minor injury."
Zhong Wenchu stared at him, waiting for the numbness in his hands and feet to pass. Fu Guanshan cautiously pushed Meng Chu behind him, but Meng Chu felt it was unnecessary.
After all, he is a celebrity. It is too embarrassing to be electrocuted and fall to the ground. The other party will not try it a second time.
"I'm sorry for scaring everyone," Fu Guanshan said to the waiter, "I'll make it up in the tip."
While the people present were still not able to react, he quickly pulled Meng Chu away from this place of trouble. Before leaving, he drank the remaining wine in the glass.
The waiter stared at them with wide eyes as they walked away.
Meng Jining's reaction to hearing about the electric shock incident was even more exaggerated than the waiter's.
"Brother, what will you do if you provoke him like this?" He was touched but also scared to death, "What if he..."
"What can he do to me?" Meng Chu was the calmest person in the whole incident. "Can he get the school leaders to fire me, or ask IEEE not to publish my article?"
"But……"
"With his limited assets, he can't abuse public property for personal gain," Meng Chu said, "You don't need to worry about it."
Meng Jining lowered his head. He knew his brother was just comforting him. Even if it didn't affect the school, it would still be a big bother if it caused a little disturbance in his daily life: "Sorry, I still got you involved."
"What are you talking about?" Meng Chu frowned. "You are the victim, it is not your turn to apologize." After thinking for a while, he said, "You can move to our house for a while. We will discuss the future."
Meng Jining shook his head: "That will disturb you. I can't let you get involved."
Meng Chu took a deep breath and stared at him: "I have tolerated you for a long time."
These words carried a strong accusatory tone, and Meng Jining looked up in astonishment.
"Since I was little, you have always been asking me for things, asking me to accompany you to competitions, asking me to watch you host a show, asking me to attend your graduation ceremony," Meng Chu said. "I am your brother, and you should listen to me. I say it again, move in and stop talking nonsense."
"but……"
"Just shut up!"
This unprecedented momentum overwhelmed Meng Jining, and he eventually moved to a residential complex next to Lin University. Meng Chu gave him the second bedroom, and he was shocked by the huge cabinet inside.
Meng Chu also gave him a stun gun for self-defense, telling him to spot the enemy and not to be soft-hearted, but to shock the most vulnerable part of the body.
Two days before Meng Jining moved in, perhaps because Zhongwen was too busy with his work, life was peaceful.
Yet, he was still uneasy.
He stopped playing the guitar and often looked out the window. Every time a car passed by downstairs or the doorbell rang, he jumped nervously.
Even if he didn't interfere with his life, that person could still torture him.
Although life was uneventful, Meng Chu had a bad feeling. He tried to suppress the feeling, but it would pop up from time to time, wailing like an alarm bell.
Soon, it became a reality.
Over the weekend, a hot search quickly topped the list, with the keyword "Fu Guanshan workplace bullying".
The blog post was posted by a minor actor. According to him, Fu Guanshan often acted like a big shot on the set. When he was in a bad mood, he would insult his assistants and staff, slowing down the progress of the entire crew. During the filming, she accidentally splashed prop tea on him and was insulted by his appearance. People said, "You have the nerve to be an actor when you look like that," and asked the director to replace him.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the comment section and the square were filled with noise.
Fans scolded him for being "crazy about being famous", his opponents retorted "he is just that kind of person", and passers-by were divided into two camps, one camp, who had suffered similar experiences, supported him in fighting against the capital, and the other camp simply watched the fun and believed that "although we don't know whether it is true or not, it is not surprising that such things happen in the entertainment industry."
Immediately afterwards, another anonymous person, claiming to have been a crew member in the same crew as Fu Guanshan, said that Fu Guanshan was actually illiterate and could not understand the script. The characters he created were all fake, and it was a pity that his fans still believed them.
Public opinion quickly fermented, growing bigger like a snowball.
When Meng Chu saw this message, there were already tens of thousands of comments below. He anxiously poked his fingers with his nails, leaving light red crescent marks.
If Zhong Wenchu came for him, he could face it calmly, but now it is Fu Guanshan who is caught in the vortex... Yes, he should have thought of it earlier. The influence of capital on Fu Guanshan is much greater than that on him.
He looked at his husband nervously, who was leaning on the sofa, swiping the screen and reading the comments seriously.
His heart sank and he was about to express his guilt when Fu Guanshan suddenly raised his cell phone and let out a long sigh.
"Alas," he sighed, "I am truly a breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry."
Meng Chu was a little confused.
"He has been struggling for so many days and has not found any solid evidence against me, and he has to hire someone to make up lies to slander me," Fu Guanshan said. "I can imagine the scene. He asked his assistant to check my family background every day. The assistant found ten investigation companies and was sweating profusely. In the end, he could only stammer and report. This person is too innocent."
The corner of Meng Chu's mouth raised, but only for a moment, he knew that Fu Guanshan was comforting him.
Fu Guanshan sighed. If he had known this would happen, he should not have let Meng Chu get familiar with the entertainment industry and pay attention to celebrity trends. If it were before, Meng Chu might not know what would happen after he successfully sued the black gang.
He reached out his hand and tugged at the corner of Meng Chu's mouth in disdain: "Don't look so sad, it's not a big deal. I've been in the industry for so many years, do you think he's the first one to say I'm a big shot? There are many people who say I cheated, excluded my peers, and used hidden rules to get to the top. When I first became famous, I had three illegitimate children. I didn't take it seriously, but you acted like the sky had fallen."
Meng Chu browsed the post again. In just five minutes, it had been forwarded several thousand times more: "It involves workplace bullying, which can easily arouse the empathy of ordinary people. If your public relations team can't handle it well..."
Fu Guanshan said with a "tsk". "They are not very capable. I would not be as famous as I am today. Don't worry about it."
During this conversation, unread messages kept popping up on my phone - from my boss, my agent, my public relations team, friends and family.
Fu Guanshan shrugged his shoulders - why are they all like angry rabbits? He first responded to the important and simple questions, and then uninstalled Weibo.
There were slight footsteps in the living room. The two turned around and saw Meng Jining. He looked like a wandering soul, his eyes flickered at his brother and brother-in-law before quickly looking away. He gritted his teeth and was about to speak when Meng Chu interrupted him.
"Is my reimbursement ready?"
Meng Jining was stunned and hesitated for a moment, then answered his brother's question first: "Okay."
"My equipment purchase approval form, class hour statistics, scientific research achievement registration form, enrollment PPT, tax declaration..."
"It's all done. I've finished the teacher ethics training course for you. The final report is in the USB drive next to your computer."
This person said that his work ability is average, but this is also relative.
Meng Chu thought about it and said to his brother, "Then help me look at the application for the provincial fund."
Meng Jining was stunned: "Ah?"
"I sent it to you on WeChat."
Meng Jining glanced at the document blankly: "But I studied finance..."
"It's for laymen to read," Meng Chu said. "The report should be written in a clear and understandable way. If you can understand my innovations, it means I wrote it well."
Meng Jining thought for a moment and asked, "Just like when Bai Juyi finished writing a poem and read it to the old lady at the entrance of the village?"
"That's understandable," Meng Chu glanced at Fu Guanshan, "I wanted to show it to him, but I also felt that one shouldn't make things too hard on oneself."
Fu Guanshan was about to protest when he remembered that he fell asleep after reading the third word.
"Hurry," Meng Chu said, "give me feedback after you finish reading it."
Meng Jining was stuffed with a 15-page academic report. After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke up in the face of disapproving looks from the opposite side: "How about I just..."
"Don't tell me you're going to agree to him," Fu Guanshan said, "If you go back now, you'll be fine for the time being, but what about the future? Every time he's unhappy, he'll bully us like this? Do you think you'll do whatever he tells you to do in this life? You can't give in to this kind of person, you have to smash him on the head with a bottle, like your brother did."
Meng Jining looked at them, his heart filled with emotions, and he didn't know how to express them in words. Finally, knowing he couldn't burden them with comforting him, he stood up and went back to his bedroom.
Fu Guanshan turned the phone in his hand, opened the address book, and found a number.
This was Zhong Wenchu's work phone number. When I called, his assistant answered. I thought the other party would make up a few excuses and hang up, but I didn't expect it to be him soon.
It seems like she's waiting for him here.
"Although we don't have much brotherhood, we have always kept to ourselves," he said. "Are you planning to start a war?"
The man on the other side seemed to be reading a document. The sound of pages turning could be heard. "Start a war? These are just a few advance guards."
"What's next? Sexual harassment?"
“It’s quite interesting.”
"Don't dig a hole for yourself - the more lies you tell, the bigger the hole will be."
“I think you should be aware that the Internet is much more enthusiastic about negative news than positive news,” Zhong Wenchu said. “Even if you clarify and win the lawsuit, it’s too late.”
Of course Fu Guanshan knew.
"So," Zhong Wenchu said, "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my way?"
Fu Guanshan suddenly laughed.
Zhong Wenchu paused: "What are you laughing at?"
"Do you know that I was expelled from school for holding a banner when I was in my third year of high school?" Fu Guanshan said, "When I was a student, I was a fool who didn't care about the college entrance examination. Do you think I didn't dare to act recklessly when I was an actor?"
The other party was silent for a moment, then said, "That's a pity."
"I've been unhappy with your family for a long time," Fu Guanshan said, "If you want to start a war, then come on."
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