Chapter 13 Cursing
Playing games is real, and learning to bark like a dog is also real.
Zhou Yang felt a little guilty. After closing the door and coming back, he automatically lowered the volume and changed a small game.
However, netizens who came to his live broadcast room were more interested in his mini-games and kept asking questions.
Of course Zhou Yang didn’t say that the game was called “Spreading Dog Food” because it couldn’t be found on the Internet.
When he was abroad, he played this little game with his foreign classmates and friends, but no one was very interested because they could not understand Chinese culture. Barking like a dog is a cute gesture in the eyes of Chinese people, but it is an insulting request in the eyes of foreigners.
However, Zhou Bing developed it for his own entertainment, so he didn't think too much about it.
But there is one problem that cannot be avoided, that is, the mini-games he developed all have forced animal sounds.
When Zhou Yang was in Country Y, he lived alone. He fell ill for a while and was a little depressed. The doctor suggested that he relax and communicate more with friends. If necessary, he could interact with small animals or listen to their sounds. It was better than being alone.
He is naturally afraid of furry things and never touches small animals. He gives the small games he designs animal sounds, which can be regarded as a form of companionship and communication.
Therefore, the games he studied were all related to animal sounds, such as chickens, geese, donkeys, horses, and so on.
Zhou Yang turned down the volume of his phone, barely enough for the audience to hear.
So, the audience in the live broadcast room happily watched an animal sound show, and the barrage of comments instantly became joyful.
[Rather than playing games, I would rather have the anchor learn to make animal sounds]
[Hahahaha, this game is so fun, please tell us the name, I want to PK with my bestie]
[I just want to compete with my dog. My cat is too lazy, so I will definitely win.]
【……】
After two hours of live broadcast, Zhou Yang was surprised to find that the rewards he received in the background were actually considerable, equivalent to about 2,000 yuan. If he got 10% of it, that would be 200 yuan.
"By the way, I'm a designer. Next time I'll broadcast content about game design to you all. If you want to cooperate, just contact my email." After playing stupid games for two hours, Zhou Yang remembered his business just before it was over.
Zhou Yang turned off the equipment, stretched his arms and legs, and relieved the soreness in his neck before opening the door and going downstairs.
Then he found a new A4 paper and the door already installed...
Decibel meter.
This time, there was only one sentence written on the A4: It’s not okay to imitate the sounds of other animals.
Zhou Yang: “…”
In fact, Zhou Yang still understands that people with social anxiety feel repelled by overly noisy sounds and feel that they are invading their territory.
But I didn't expect that the other party was so sensitive to sound.
Lin Qiyuan is indeed very sensitive to sounds, especially the calls of animals or people. When he is concentrating on his work, he will feel his scalp tingling and get goose bumps when he hears such sounds.
Villa No. 1 in Bay Mansion is a bit special. It was the house left to his family by the chairman of Bay Group, which originally owned Bay Mansion.
The chairman is a filial son. Because he has an elderly mother at home who often walks with bumps and bruises, he specially removed all the sound insulation in House No. 1, for fear that no one would notice in time if the old lady fell.
Later, due to various reasons, he did not live in the house and put it up for sale and sold it to Lin Qiyuan.
After Lin Qiyuan moved in, he found that the sound insulation was poor. However, on the one hand, he was the only one living there and no one would disturb him. On the other hand, the degree of the poor sound insulation was not so terrible that he could hear the voices when people were talking normally, but he could not understand the specific content.
But animal calls are different. Even if the sound is small, it can be quite obvious when it reaches the ears.
Zhou Yang was a little uneasy when he came down, but Lin Qiyuan just stared at him without saying a word.
That’s not right. Everything I want to say is on the A4 paper.
"Brother Lin, I'm sorry. I promise I won't make such a loud noise next time."
Not getting a response, Zhou Yang ran to the kitchen to make lunch in disappointment.
Lin Qiyuan opened WeChat, clicked on Cheng Fei's interface, twirled his fingers on the word "responsible", and sent another WeChat message to his assistant Li Baiyu.
[If he goes crazy and makes trouble at the company again, I’ll call the police]
Li Baiyu was surrounded by a group of people on the other end of the phone. When they heard the phone ding, they quickly asked, "Quick, quick, what did Mr. Lin say?"
Li Baiyu picked up his phone and glanced at it: "Don't worry, Mr. Lin said let him make trouble, if he makes trouble again, we will call the police!"
"That being said, we're a film and television company after all. When it comes to public image, every move is under the eyes of the artists' fans. Even if the police come in droves, we won't know how to report it in the news!"
"What should we do? Should we just let him make a scene? It wouldn't be good for our public image!"
"If you ask me, our CEO Lin has been experiencing Mercury retrograde in his zodiac year for the past few years. He was sick a while ago, and just when he finally recovered, he became crazy again!"
"Yeah, if it were you, I should have called the police last year. That Mr. Wang was trying to trick us. He should have gathered evidence and called the police right then!"
"Who can blame General Manager Lin for being so capable? He used a sour plot to make the other party suffer the consequences. It's a slap in the face."
"I can understand Wang Jingguo's crazy criticism. Such a big company went bankrupt just because President Lin said it would go bankrupt."
"Do you understand him? He came from Notre Dame, right? If he doesn't go bankrupt, it will be Boss Lin who goes bankrupt, and then we'll all be broke!"
"It's just Fatty, what the hell are you talking about?"
"No, no, I understand why he did it, but I also think he deserved it. I'm definitely not sympathizing with that crazy guy. Besides, he even added CEO Lin on WeChat. If he can't cause trouble at the company, he'll probably curse at me on WeChat!"
"You're just worrying too much. Mr. Lin has probably blocked him a long time ago. Even if he hasn't, he's still waiting to get evidence of him cursing before calling the police!"
“…”
*
Zhou Yang prepared to stew some soup, put the ingredients into the pressure cooker, washed his hands, and lay down on the sofa to rest.
The cell phone kept buzzing, and Zhou Yang picked up the phone on the sofa and opened it.
He hadn't taken his own phone down from the room upstairs, and only when he saw the phone on the desktop did he realize it wasn't his phone.
But the messages that came one after another on Lin Qiyuan's phone stunned him.
All the information shows that it comes from "your father".
【Dog Bastard】
【ungrateful】
[Give me the money quickly!]
[Unfilial son]
[I regret giving birth to a son of a bitch like you]
[You idiot, you want to call the police to arrest me? You wish. I'm not afraid of your father.]
【……】
Zhou Yang felt that he had grasped some truth. It turned out that Lin Qiyuan's father was such a person.
Not only does she not care about her son who suffers from social anxiety, she also tries her best to humiliate and scold him with indescribable language. There is not a single trace of care for her own son between the lines.
So pitiful, so heartbreaking.
It's a blessing for such children to grow up healthily, no wonder they suffer from social phobia.
Although his father is a bit controlling and his mother is less concerned about him because she is in love, they still treat him as their son and care about him. If his parents were like this, he is not sure if he would collapse.
Lin Qiyuan's phone did not have a lock screen password set, so Zhou Yang opened it easily and clicked on the "your father" page. There was no other message except the other party's swearing.
It is conceivable how weak the relationship between father and son is. Perhaps Lin Qiyuan had deleted those hurtful words long ago.
Zhou Yang moved his fingers, deleted all the messages, and blocked the person.
After doing a good deed, Zhou Yang kept his achievement to himself and went back into the kitchen to add seasoning to the soup.
Lin Qiyuan finished processing the documents and went downstairs. He picked up his mobile phone and searched for "Lao Wang next door", but did not find any relevant account.
At this moment, Li Baiyu sent a message.
[Boss Lin, several big-name artists are auditioning at the company today, and the area is packed with fans. If we call the police, it will cause a huge stir.]
Did Wang Jingguo send you a message? If there were any insults or threats, we can keep the evidence and call the police after the artists who auditioned today leave.
Lin Qiyuan searched for the swear word keywords again, but still found nothing.
No, he deleted me.
Wang Jingguo is so smart! Li Baiyu was stunned, thinking he had misjudged him.
[How are the preparations for signing a new anchor going? ]
[Mr. Lin, don't worry. According to the criteria discussed previously, we have selected several new anchors with unique characteristics. I will send you their nicknames. You can take some time to check them out.]
[“Will it rain tomorrow?” “Three melons and two dates” “Nezha’s father Li Jing” “The best courier in S City”]
Lin Qiyuan's eyes fixed on the two words "Li Jing", and he felt that the probability of hearing this name recently was a bit high.
I don't like Li Jing
Lin Qiyuan finished typing and turned off his phone.
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