Chapter 88
[How horrible! People who splash AIDS blood should be put in jail! This is absolutely insane [crying] [crying]]
[What's the big deal? I'll just wait until Ying Zhisheng gets infected before crying.]
[Hey, hey, I'm not saying this, but in the paparazzi photos, Ying Zhisheng had to hold an umbrella when he rushed to the hospital. From now on, everyone should just call him Umbrella Brother [eat melon] [eat melon]]
[Now you understand how much people hate Ying Zhisheng. He even sued his own father a while ago. This unfilial son should have been strangled to death when he was born!]
[You reap what you sow. It's impossible for someone to splash him with water for no reason, right?]
[It is said that this uncle's daughter spent over 700,000 yuan on Ying Zhisheng, using up all the money for the family's medical treatment and leaving them with nowhere else to turn...]
[Is this true? These celebrities and idols are killing me! Ying Zhisheng's fans are all mentally retarded and insane! Over 700,000 yuan has been spent on medical treatment!]
[Yingzhi deserves what he deserves! Hurry up and die! Damn, I can’t bear to watch this!]
[May Ying Zhisheng successfully be infected with AIDS [Prayer]]
[Congratulations to Ying Zhisheng for successfully contracting AIDS +1]
[It's only a matter of time before homosexuals die]
[No, Ying Zhisheng is a singer, not an idol. How could he not need votes?! Did he spend 700,000 yuan on VIP membership on a music platform?]
[I feel so bad for Dong Chi, for forcing himself to praise Ying Zhisheng, this rotten guy.]
[Word got out that Ying Zhi's daughter, Fen Hua, had to spend nearly 800,000 yuan on her family's lifeline, leaving the poor old father with nowhere to turn... Wow, the blood spilling was forced upon him. Just lighten the fine and buy a pack of cigarettes, don't go to jail...]
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"Why would I splash blood on him? Haha! Because he's Ying Zhisheng! How can a pretty boy become rich just by singing? What's the point of being handsome? Can he support a family? His abs are only something he trained later in life. How can they compare to the energy we get from doing hard labor? I can't stand the sight of him dying like this. Didn't they say he's mentally ill? Is it wrong for me to help him die early?"
Inside the police station, the policemen who had witnessed many big scenes and outrageous crimes remained calm as they looked at Qian Qi, who looked crazy and excited, and observed and analyzed to find the truth.
The square-faced police officer has been dealing with Ying Zhisheng a lot recently. In the cases that occurred in the previous variety shows, he has more or less talked to the singer, who is a well-educated but cold and distant boy.
"Qian Qi, 46 years old this year, is an ordinary construction worker who is still single and childless. He lives alone at the construction site and doesn't like to talk. He often hangs out in casinos."
It's normal for such a person to have dark thoughts and jealousy, but just because he is such a person, how could he easily sneak into the crew?
There was an incident with a black fan holding a knife before, so the security of the crew was extremely strict. The crew members were all colleagues who were more or less familiar with each other, so how could they not be discovered by such a coincidence?
"What is Ying Zhisheng's attitude?"
"Ying Zhisheng didn't have any major emotional fluctuations, but the ghost next to him was extremely angry. I went over to ask questions and take notes according to the procedure, and the ghost pinched my neck and kept muttering that I must not be sentenced to less than ten years, otherwise I would follow me."
The subordinate touched his neck and smiled bleakly. He had no say in the sentencing.
The square-faced officer rubbed his forehead, completely overwhelmed by the recent cases. Then he heard someone say, "Captain, everyone online is pleading for Qian Qi. The pressure from public opinion is growing. A lot of people have left messages on the official website, demanding we release him..."
This is a complete mess and also hilarious that someone like Qian Qi actually gets the sympathy of the whole society.
The square-faced police officer frowned and thought for a moment, "Go and check if anyone has transferred money into Qian Qi's account, and whether Qian Qi owes a huge gambling debt in the casino and is short of money." External public opinion cannot affect their judgment. The law will not give in to illegality. This is basic professional ethics.
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Lou Sheng was nearly exasperated. He'd seen the online rumors and shifted the blame on Assistant Tao through his phone. Ying Zhisheng was clearly an innocent victim, yet everyone was blaming him for the undeserved 700,000 yuan, even though his studio's clarification was useless.
There are so many people in this land that a spit from one of them could drown Ying Zhisheng.
"What should I do, Brother Fuquan?" Assistant Tao closed his eyes tiredly. With endless negative comments to delete and things going in an uncontrollable direction, he actually had a terrible premonition that Ying Zhisheng would never be able to recover.
Fuquan was on the phone, having a heated discussion with the PR department. His face suddenly turned unhappy. After hanging up, he lowered his head and thought for a long time: "It's impossible to clear it up. My reputation is already ruined."
Gao Yixuan signed a loan sharking contract, and even after such a bad situation, someone still tried to whitewash him; Zhou Haoji, as an idol, fell in love prematurely and threatened the other party with a girl's private photos, and yet there are still people who feel sorry for such a bad person.
There is no substantial negative information against Ying Zhisheng, but even false information can become true if people say so.
Too powerless.
Lou Sheng turned and stared at the snow-white wall, his heart aching. This feeling of powerlessness had been with him ever since his death. If he hadn't died, Lou Sheng would have had enough financial resources and connections to suppress all of this, and even teach Feiyue Gao a lesson.
You have to know that when Dingyue Media was still standing firm, Feiyue CEO Gao had to bow and nod to toast Lou Sheng whenever he met him at a dinner party.
At this moment, Ying Zhisheng, who had just finished drawing blood, returned and spotted Lou Sheng, who was hiding in the back, feeling frustrated. He was also well aware of the online public opinion. He had just logged into his account and was flooded with countless negative comments and abusive private messages, causing his phone to freeze.
Ying Zhisheng didn't have too many thoughts, he just followed the account "Don't Hold My Hand Casually", which became his only follow.
As soon as Lou Sheng saw him, he floated over and whispered, "On your eighteenth birthday, I donated over 20 million in your name. Even though it was me who donated it, I'm dead now, so no one knows. Why don't you post it saying it was you who donated it...at least that'll shut up the haters."
Twenty million. Ying Zhisheng raised an eyebrow jokingly, "Young Master Lou is quite generous." After a pause, he smiled, "Don't worry, we've already got evidence of Feiyue Gao hiring a large number of online influencers. We'll release it along with the scandal of Feiyue Gao's CEO seducing a popular artist to divert attention."
Ying Zhisheng was always so calm and composed, as if all the violent storms, hail and rocks were incapable of causing a ripple in the stagnant water. Perhaps it was because the water was almost dry.
"Brother Sheng! Jiang Ling liked your negative post online!" Assistant Tao shouted. He looked down on such trash who took advantage of the situation and stepped on others to get to the top.
Lou Sheng subconsciously wanted Dong Chi to replace Jiang Ling. His mouth moved slightly, and then he remembered that he was dead, not when he could protect others with a simple word. Dong Chi's film must take into account the wishes of the investors. The director cannot compete with the capital.
Ying Zhisheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He remembered that Jiang Ling had an improper relationship with the senior executives of a certain brand of yogurt.
Lou Sheng suddenly said, "Call me, I'll give you the number."
Doubt flashed in Ying Zhisheng's eyes: "Who are you calling?"
There was some difficulty and bitterness in his words, and he answered very softly: "My dad."
The man did not attend Lou Sheng's funeral, and did not care about Lou Sheng's aftermath. His ashes were sold at a low price and his belongings were burned.
He didn't like this son who always contradicted him and blindly defended Gao Xinhua.
This was the first time Ying Zhisheng spoke to Lou Sheng in a cold and somewhat harsh voice.
"Can't."
"Lou Sheng, don't bow down to others for me, don't beg him."
You have to know that in such a helpless and desperate situation, Lou Sheng would rather jump off the building and commit suicide than go to his so-called father for help.
Ying Zhisheng's eyes gradually turned red, his face muscles twitching as he repeatedly emphasized, "No."
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