Chapter 83
Does anyone know which Taoist temple Gao Yixuan came from? I think his fortune-telling is pretty accurate. Things have been going badly at home lately, so I'd like to go and pay my respects. [Bow] [Bow]]
[It's just a small Taoist temple. Their founder came from the famous Qingyun Temple. I recommend you go to Qingyun Temple.]
[Oh my god, there are people who actually believe in these ghosts and gods [picking nose]]
[So what? We believe in these things too. If you believe, it exists. If you don’t, it doesn’t exist. It’s none of your business.]
[The richer you are, the more superstitious you become. There's some truth to this, but Gao Yi's hand being chopped off due to high-interest loan debt is a bit too much... and then there's Zhang Kaifa. I don't think their Taoist temple is any good, so don't go.]
[But that guy named Zhang Kaifa must be quite capable, as he was already arrested. Someone revealed that Ying Zhisheng and Zhang Kaifa had a business relationship worth over 50 million!]
Ying Zhisheng is truly ruined. All the fake negative news has become true. Anyone with a bit of common sense can tell someone is deliberately targeting him. I'm curious, after all these years of fame, they're only now targeting him. Whose influence did they take?
[Hey, a big guy on Tieba broke the news that someone in the circle used to protect Ying Zhisheng. But this year he went bankrupt and jumped off a building. His big sponsor is dead. It is said that he was a handsome man.]
[Bragging, Dingyue is the only company whose boss jumped off a building after bankruptcy this year. Dingyue's top management doesn't like Ying Zhisheng. Is it okay to refuse cooperation?]
I think Ying Zhisheng is a psychopath. He should be in a mental hospital. Seriously, doesn't anyone find it creepy when he talks to himself and smiles indulgently? His makeup artist's smurf said Ying Zhisheng is a lunatic.
[Ying Zhisheng is so weird, please quit the circle immediately]
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Since Zhang Kaifa was arrested, the entire network has launched a mindless cyberbullying campaign against Ying Zhisheng, using all kinds of foul language to insult him, vilifying him with photoshopped pictures and cursing him, and spreading so-called negative information in a rumor-mongering manner.
In fact, Ying Zhisheng made a lot of money over the years, but it all went into his father's pocket, leaving him with nothing. Then he broke away from control and set up a studio, and later he also did charity.
Lou Sheng has a soft heart, sympathizes with the weak, and is very cocky when posting screenshots of his donations on his account.
When Ying Zhisheng saw Lou Sheng donating money and supplies, he would follow suit, even the amount had to be the same. He had no idea what was wrong with this.
After so many years in the industry, and having experienced all sorts of ups and downs, Ying Zhisheng believes that he has a clear conscience.
Soothing music was playing in the room. He was alone, sitting on a chair with his eyes closed. The sour and painful memories of the past flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
Ying Zhisheng felt that without Lou Sheng around, his heartbeat became slow and weak.
Online opinion has been intensifying these days. There's no evidence for something, but the clarification is right in front of us. We're not listening, believing, or watching, relying solely on subjective speculation. Perhaps jealousy can blind us, leading us to speak without restraint.
Ying Zhisheng received an anonymous express delivery and raised his eyebrows with some amusement. After opening it, he found a black-and-white portrait and funeral chrysanthemums made maliciously by Heizi.
He accepted the gift, placed it side by side with the colorful selfie of Lou Sheng placed beside the bed, and leaned against it.
This time the portrait is pretty good. It is cleaner, more hygienic and more valuable than the dead rat last time, so it doesn't need to be disposed of.
That afternoon, he suddenly received a call from an unknown number. Ying Zhisheng narrowed his eyes and dialed the number, only to hear eerie, mournful music playing on the other end, the kind played at funerals.
His first reaction was, surprisingly, "It suits me." This song suits him. Ying Zhisheng listened silently, still having the leisure and elegance to savor it carefully.
Oh, and my cell phone number was leaked.
This is an extremely troublesome thing. Ying Zhisheng doesn't want to change his mobile phone card because he has too many precious things tied to it.
So, looking at his own posthumous photo and the photo of Lou Shengsheng making a vivid "V" sign, Ying Zhisheng hummed a sad and depressing melody and condemned the behavior of opening the box's privacy, leaking his mobile phone number and harassing him on his account.
There was no indignation in the comment section, only sarcasm and ridicule. The more harsh ones even held a raffle to celebrate and gave likes to it.
Ying Zhisheng looked at him expressionlessly for a while, wondering how long Lou Sheng had been gone and whether he should go and pick him up to take him home.
Log in to the account [I am the boss of Ying Zhisheng], which has been created for more than six years and has over one million followers. Looking through the past posts, you can see one carefully produced post after another, edited videos to promote his work, confrontations with black fans, and mindless praise for Ying Zhisheng.
I found a fan named "Don't hold my hand casually". Somehow, seeing that Lou Sheng always liked this account in recent years, plus the cursing method and IP address, Ying Zhisheng intuitively felt that this was Lou Sheng's smurf account.
After copying the account and entering the password, Ying Zhisheng couldn't help laughing the moment he successfully logged in.
[I am the boss of Ying Zhisheng] is the big account that Lou Sheng uses to protect Ying Zhisheng and fight against his haters.
[Don’t Hold My Hand Casually] is Lou Sheng’s trumpet song full of middle school quotes, recording his life and emotions.
After discovering the little secret, he watched Lou Sheng's mumblings intently over the years.
It records that the heavy rain killed the flowers that Lou Sheng had planted. Ying Zhisheng felt sorry for them, as these were the plants that Lou Sheng had spent months of effort on.
Lou Sheng was stingy with the 888 red envelopes he gave to his juniors during Chinese New Year, and Cricket was so stingy that he simply walked away. Ying Zhisheng thought of the disgusting faces of those who tried to sell off Lou Sheng's sneakers and his ashes at a low price, and his mouth pursed, his heart suffocating.
I've heard rumors of people constantly flirting with Lou Sheng. There's no telling how many people in this industry, hoping to gain a foothold through unspoken rules, are constantly eyeing him. Ying Zhisheng is a bit concerned. Has Lou Sheng ever been in a relationship in all these years? Has he ever been seduced into sex? Just thinking about it makes him grit his teeth.
He was very stingy and couldn't even tolerate Lou Sheng and the female ghost talking to each other for a few more words.
Until - the post has been hidden and has only a few views:
[Don't hold my hand casually: If I had to use an instrument to describe love, I would choose the piccolo and guitar [heart]. No reason, it's just pure love, humming~]
[Anonymous User 132: Wow, Master, you are so pure in love. Do you have any good memories?]
[Don't play casually... Reply to Anonymous...: Piccolo is first kiss, guitar is first love]
Anonymous User 132: First kiss or first love? That's wonderful. When my first love kissed me on the cheek, I still remember feeling shy.
[Don't hold my hand casually: [scratching head] I don't think I'm that immature. I can't understand why when we kissed, we kissed so deeply and for twenty minutes.]
[Anonymous User 132: If you can't forget him, go find him.]
[Don't hold my hand casually: We had a fight and I said something very unpleasant. He hated me so much that he wanted to transfer schools.]
Lou Sheng believed that Ying Zhisheng hated him.
Ying Zhisheng suddenly felt wronged, the bitterness and sadness making him want to cry. In the end, he just put the phone to his chest and closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling and his eyelashes moist.
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