Chapter 2: The whole network is black at the beginning

A week later, in the ward of Linhai Municipal Hospital.

"I am a member of the God-favored clan, the Grand Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, below the Way of Heaven, and above millions of people."

“…”

"I was injured after being struck by lightning. As long as my internal energy recovers, I can heal myself. There's no need to—hiss!"

Jiang Wu, who was wearing a hospital gown in the ward, had not yet finished speaking when he was pressed down on the bed and a needle was injected into his vein. The injection was fast, accurate, steady and ruthless.

Jiang Wu's body stiffened slightly, "... Could it be that you are the descendant of the Snow Robe Divine Needle?"

"I am a descendant of Florence Nightingale."

The nurse in white calmly injected the liquid medicine and pulled out the needle. She looked at the person beside the bed and said, "Remember to stay in bed when you go home. Try not to move your injured foot."

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Xiaoyu nodded repeatedly, turned his head to look at the young man on the bed, and asked again, "Then I want to ask, does he need a brain CT scan or see a psychiatrist?"

The nurse said: "If conditions permit, you can take a look at them all."

"Thank you, nurse."

"You are welcome."

After sending the nurse away, Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the person on the bed worriedly, "Brother, does your leg still hurt?"

Jiang Wu calmly pulled his clothes on and said, "It's okay. I'll practice my mental skills and I'll be fully recovered within three days."

Zhang Xiaoyu: "...Brother Jiang, how about we go get a brain CT scan now?"

"No."

More than an hour later, Jiang Wu sat on the sofa and looked at the relatively clean and tidy small apartment in front of him. Although he had learned three days ago that this house would be his current residence, he still couldn't help but sigh that a phoenix in distress is no better than a chicken, as this house is not even as big as the bird cage he used to raise.

Three days ago, after he woke up in the hospital, the assistant who saved him told him that he had come to a thousand years later and had become an 18th-tier actor. Netizens dubbed him the cancer of the entertainment industry because of various scandals such as bullying teammates, poor acting skills, random popularity, and poor education.

To make matters worse, a day after he jumped off a building a week ago, a photo of him in a dishevelled state spending the night in a hotel with a married financial sponsor was posted online. Soon, netizens started to scold him and he became a hot topic on the Internet, resulting in the replacement of the second male lead in a web drama that he had worked so hard to negotiate.

Since his private messages on Weibo were bombarded with insults, his assistant had no choice but to close the private messages and not let him read Weibo.

But Jiang Wu couldn't resist his curiosity. He had been scolded before, but those people never dared to scold him in person because they were afraid of death. They only dared to scold him secretly, write cryptic poems, or even use other people to scold him. So he insisted on reading the comments section, and found it quite interesting.

It has to be said that modern netizens have more ways of insulting others than the so-called censors and loyal ministers of the former Great Zhou Dynasty. They use all kinds of metaphors and hot topics. If Jiang Wu still had some remnants of his original cognition in his brain, he would not be able to understand them.

Some say he is really hungry, some say his main purpose is to serve as a foil to his peers, bring entertainment to netizens, and contribute traffic to the platform. Some say he gives people the impression of being wise but always trying hard but failing. Of course, there are also those who directly call him shameless and despicable. There is no worst thing to say, only worse things to say.

Zhang Xiaoyu was afraid that he would be upset after reading it, but after reading it, he just sighed lightly, "They have caught up with a good era. If it were in the past, their nine clans would be in trouble."

Zhang Xiaoyu thought he had a damaged brain, so he insisted on doing a CT scan. However, Jiang Wu didn't know whether the brain CT scan would find that he had a different body, so he could only firmly refuse.

However, after he was brought back to this bird cage from the hospital, he soon discovered that the insulting comments and private messages were not his biggest problem at the moment, but the lack of money.

How much did they need it? They needed it so much that this bird cage was not theirs but a rented one. On the day he came back for the first time, the landlord rushed into the house to demand rent, and threatened to throw away all their things if they didn't pay.

Finally, Zhang Xiaoyu managed to persuade the landlord to leave at the end of this month.

When Jiang Wu learned that the rent only needed 5,000 yuan, which was a few taels of silver during the Great Zhou Dynasty, he was very dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaoyu's servile attitude. Although his soul was shattered now, he was still a fortune teller who was a descendant of the gods. He could tell fortune from disaster by hearing the wind and observing the stars. With all his mysterious abilities, how could he not earn back 5,000 yuan?

So he immediately tore off half a bed sheet, wrote a few words on it, and went out to find a crowded square center, set up a simple fortune-telling stall, and thought he could quickly earn 5,000 yuan, but he was recognized before two hours. Thanks to the online scandal in the past few days, he was quickly surrounded, and more and more passers-by raised their phones to take pictures of him, saying that they had never seen a celebrity begging on the street, and some people who hated him so much reported him to the patrolman for being feudal and superstitious. He was chased by the patrolman for a whole street, and finally he used Qinggong to successfully escape.

Soon this incident became a hot topic again, #A male star named J was begging on the street#. In addition to those who cursed him, there were also a group of people who laughed at him in the comment section.

It’s Pineapple Xiaoxiao: It’s so funny. I have to say, he runs so fast. It is said that the patrolman chased him on a motorcycle for a whole street but couldn’t catch him.

Yimeng Changchuan: He really deserves this misery. Who allowed him to bully the team members before and now he is a mistress? Such a person is so disgusting!

Rabbit's Ears: Come on, he's not going to lower himself to beg for food. He's probably just putting on a show again. Ugh, so disgusting!

Dark-skinned handsome guy: One thousand dollars for a divination. The most effective master Hongji in this city only charges two hundred dollars for a divination. He is really generous...

Do what you want: He can fool anyone he wants. Maybe there will be a girl who likes his looks and is willing to be fooled.

Bako's Diamond Crusher: Honestly, he might as well be a model instead of ruining the entertainment industry.

The Affectionate Prince: The modeling industry has not offended you. His expression is as stiff as a stone. What kind of model is he?

Dingling Lili: What's the point of being a model? I've found a sponsor~

Sui Sui An An: Isn’t it said that he is an illiterate with only a high school diploma and a distorted world view, so it’s not surprising that he would do such a thing. It can only be said that the threshold to enter the entertainment industry is really low, and anyone can enter.

…

Jiang Wu scrolled through the comments section and thought that what these netizens said was really interesting.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but comfort him, "Brother, don't look at it. These netizens don't know anything. They just follow the trend and criticize you. You don't have to take it to heart."

Jiang Wu really didn't care. He cared about something else. "Do I really have a sponsor?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said angrily: "Of course not! You are definitely not that kind of person!"

Jiang Wu understood. It seemed that someone was fabricating rumors and slandering him.

"Tell me what happened in the hotel that night, how I got drunk, and how I got into Yan Wenxiong's room?"

"That night, Brother Yuan said he wanted to take you to a dinner party and meet the investors of the "Qi Tian Jiao" crew, and asked me to pick you up the next morning. But at around seven o'clock in the evening, you suddenly sent me a text message, asking me to pick you up as soon as possible. I went, but I didn't expect that..."

Brother Yuan, Yu Guangyuan, an employee of Star Entertainment and the agent of his original self.

Jiang Wu had made up his mind and was thinking about how to solve the problem when his cell phone rang. It was Yu Guangyuan.

As soon as the call was connected, the other end cursed: "Jiang Wu! Are you sick? I finally got this opportunity, but you turned around and beat General Yan into the hospital! I tell you, forget about "Qi Tian Jiao". You won't be the second male lead in that web drama. The company is planning to freeze you out! You're doomed!"

Zhang Xiaoyu's face turned pale with anxiety after hearing his words, but Jiang Wu responded calmly, "You probably came to me for more than just to tell me these things."

Yu Guangyuan on the other end of the phone was expecting him to cry and ask what to do, but what he got was such a calm sentence that immediately messed up his thoughts. It took him a while to react and said that he still had a chance now. As long as he was willing to give a gift and apologize to President Yan, the other party would consider forgiving him.

After that, he sent an address, which was a golf course.

"Brother, why don't you not go? I always feel that it's not that simple..." Zhang Xiaoyu said worriedly.

Jiang Wu is not stupid, of course he knows it is not that simple, but he is not someone who will sit and wait for death. There are only a handful of things in the world that can stop him, and a small bully merchant is definitely not one of them.

"Of course I have to go. If I don't go...how can I solve this game?"