Chapter 69
#Should be in the game
#ShouldBeJailed
This entry remained at the top of the trending searches, instantly setting the Internet on fire, and everyone fell into an inexplicable carnival.
——Fortunately I don’t like him very much
——Hahaha, all the male celebrities who don’t appeal to me are defeated.
——Ying Zhisheng has a bad face, and it is obvious that he is a heartless person.
Immediately afterwards, a paparazzi released a set of photos. The man in the photos, looking crazed and nearly collapsed, was none other than Ying Zhisheng. The porcelain-like figure had become hideous, kneeling on the ground with hatred in his eyes.
It's too disconnected, like a madman or a psychopath.
However, the title of the photo was: [Superstar gets high from fans and ends up on the streets threatening passers-by] Public opinion was almost overwhelmingly in favor of Ying Zhisheng's studio.
Doesn't anyone think Ying Zhisheng is pretentious? He always pretends to be unhappy. It must have been hard for him all these years.
Is he really still smoking? How dare he? This is so disappointing!
[Someone even revealed that Ying Zhisheng borrowed money from others. No wonder he put aside his pride and started appearing on variety shows this year. If he doesn't make money, his creditors will beat him to death!]
[Hahahahaha… Ying Zhisheng likes to wear a mask, so everyone calls him Mask Brother.]
[Okay, okay, I've been eating melons until now. My talent was given by my father, my looks are the result of plastic surgery, and my character is not up to par.]
【Please ban bad artists! 】
【Please ban bad artists! 】
【Please ban bad artists! 】
【Hurry up and die. 】
【Those who accept the fate of life will not die well. 】
…
Endorsement contracts were terminated one after another, collaborations were canceled before and after, and no one dared to touch anything that was disliked. This massive crusade was so intense that a blogger was cyberbullied for accidentally using the background music of Ying Zhisheng's song in a video.
No celebrity dared to wade into this mess to speak up for Ying Zhisheng, but instead, dozens or dozens of them were trying to take advantage of the situation.
The PR department was powerless to save the situation.
Assistant Tao logged into Ying Zhisheng's account and was bombarded with malicious private messages, vicious curses, and insults. After several people discussed the matter, they chose to remain silent.
The phone sat on the glass coffee table, the screen still on. A chill breeze blew past, but no one paid any attention.
Fuquan closed his eyes wearily. "We have to wait for the police to investigate thoroughly and issue a public notice before we can prove Ying Zhisheng's innocence. If he didn't do it, then he didn't do it. The innocent will be cleared."
The online slander has become overwhelming and almost a trend. Most people start criticizing as soon as they know the slightest bit, and they use various methods to criticize. They are united in their belief that right is wrong and wrong is wrong. The few voices of clarification are ignored and drowned out. The word "belief" will be attacked and condemned by the masses.
"There's a saying that goes, 'Let the bullets fly for a while, wait until the heat dies down a bit before we clarify. Anyway, it won't be Brother Sheng who ends up in jail." Assistant Tao was still relatively optimistic. He didn't feel anything as he didn't get scolded. He was only worried about his job.
Uncle Cheng Zhi flipped through the paparazzi photos of Ying Zhisheng completely losing control and falling into despair and madness. He felt bitter, and he couldn't understand why God would arrange it this way, treat these two good children this way.
While tidying up the house and replacing the offerings for Lou Sheng, Assistant Tao gazed at the carefully gilded characters "Lou Sheng" carved into the memorial tablet, the eternal lamp glowing brightly. Suddenly, he became curious. Everything that had happened was inseparable from this man, a man whose life, even in death, had been entangled with Ying Zhisheng's life. What kind of person was he?
Assistant Tao was brave enough to take out a small black porcelain bottle from the drawer of the altar. Under the bottle was a piece of paper with elegant handwriting.
Ying Zhisheng uses it every day, and last time he looked at it for a little longer, he was warned.
Imitating Ying Zhisheng's example, Assistant Tao wiped a little of it on his eyelids, then held the note and began to recite it intently. The touch was as cold as the cold snow in the twelfth month of winter, instantly becoming a bone-chilling chill that nearly froze him to death. His temples ached as if someone were hammering at them.
"Uncle Chengzhi! Uncle Chengzhi!" Assistant Tao couldn't open his eyes and was in too much pain to stand up. He stumbled towards the spacious living room.
He fell to the ground and couldn't get up. He rolled around in pain and cold. Assistant Tao was terrified and yelled, "Help! Help! I'm dying... Uncle Chengzhi! Brother Fuquan, save me..."
This sudden incident frightened Fuquan and Chengzhi. They hurried over to check on Assistant Tao and helped him up.
Assistant Tao's nose was bubbling, and he was about to cry and leave a last message. After opening his mouth and looking up, he was stunned.
There was a boy with a listless look sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and looked as radiant as in the photo, with peach blossom eyes and affectionate lips. His naturally amorous face made him look affectionate even when he had no expression.
Lou Sheng put on his hoodie and stared blankly at the snow-white wall, his eyelashes drooping, an expression of indescribable sadness.
"What's wrong, Xiao Tao? Can you hold on?" Fuquan was afraid that he would die, so he tried to pinch his nose.
Assistant Tao finally came to his senses and ducked away, saying in surprise and excitement, "I saw it! Brother Sheng's sweetheart! I saw Lou Sheng!"
Hearing this, Lou Sheng glanced over, but didn't react much as he was still worried about the online public opinion.
Fuquan, a shrewd man, understood immediately and let go of Assistant Tao. "You are really curious. Ying Zhisheng is so stingy that he keeps him to himself and doesn't want anyone to see him. Don't let curiosity kill the cat."
Assistant Tao, enduring the pain, crawled over to greet Lou Sheng, "Hello, buddy. Please put in a good word for our boss and ask for a raise."
Lou Sheng tilted his head slightly to look over. His pale complexion, now dead, made his appearance even more eerie and sinister. He crossed his legs, tapping his knees rhythmically with his index finger, and whispered, "Take me to Dong Chi. I need his help with something."
Assistant Tao nodded repeatedly before he could even hear clearly, muttering excitedly, "I actually talked to a ghost! Oh my god, I actually got to talk to a ghost face to face in my life!"
Lou Sheng: “…”
Assistant Tao calmed down, his head aching. He tried to talk to Lou Sheng about something important, but his vision went dark and he fell to the ground unconscious.
The living room was filled with Fuquan's screams and Chengzhi's panic, knocking over tables and cabinets.
Lou Sheng squatted in front of Assistant Tao, curling his lips in silence. He was so unreliable.
In less than six hours, it became a new hot search.
#Ying Zhisheng's assistant fainted and sought medical treatment
#YingZhisheng exploits employees and doesn't treat them as human beings
Thousands of lenses formed a precise magnifying glass, capturing every slightest movement, exaggerating it and then accusing it of one thing after another, pouring out accusations and smears. Before Assistant Tao could even recover, enthusiastic netizens online had already resigned on his behalf and stabbed his boss, even writing essays expressing their sympathy for this hardworking assistant.
After waking up in the hospital and seeing the trending search, Assistant Tao was shocked and asked, "What?! When did I start a lawsuit against Brother Sheng? Who said that?"
"They even asked me to switch jobs to Feiyuegao. I'm on call 24 hours a day as an assistant there, working like a slave, crouching down to put shoes on people, and I only get 8,000 a month! I already pay 50,000 a month in taxes!"
Fuquan was in a dilemma. "Alright, alright, keep a low profile for the time being and don't let these people catch you."
Assistant Tao wouldn't resign; he wasn't a fool. Blinking, he remembered something and said, "Lou Sheng asked me to do something..."
"What's up?"
…
#Dong Chi won the Best Director Award at the Academy Awards again
#Dong Chi officially announced that he will collaborate with Ying Zhisheng on a movie
Being able to work with Dong Chi is an opportunity that many people in the circle cannot get no matter how much they beg for.
[Anonymous user 4171: No? Dong Chi and Ying Zhisheng have absolutely no connection at all!]
[Anonymous user**: This is hilarious! Ying Zhisheng is still at the police station. How can we cooperate?]
There is a ghost in the middle, so there is naturally a connection.
Ying Zhisheng has a clean record and will end up in the police station sooner or later.
The most important thing to do now is to wait. Lou Sheng quietly stared at the photos released by the paparazzi, which questioned whether Ying Zhisheng was crazy because of taking drugs.
The background is clearly the place where he jumped off the building, and there is no snake bracelet on Ying Zhisheng's wrist.
Ying Zhisheng's eyes were bloodshot, almost bursting with red bloodshot. He stared intently at the camera.
Don’t film Lou Sheng, and don’t use Lou Sheng as a gimmick.
He is almost going crazy. He will come to settle the score with you after Lou Sheng is discharged from the hospital.
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