Otherworldly Merchant

After Tai Yu went in, Wu Lin asked me if this would be a ghost for the internet operator?

I thought it was unlikely that, after all, by putting the Yin Spirit into any cable, it would be able to wander all over the world and reach anywhere it was installed.

Most importantly, by now I have identified someone behind the Yin Spirit, and Wu Lin is their business opponent!

If only the Yin spirits had accidentally collided into the network cable, he would have killed and stopped, but the Yin spirits have so far been extremely targeted against Wu Lin.

I don't think the mastermind has lost his most basic conscience. It's probably just that he was hacked by Wu Lin. Think about it and ask if Wu Lin has sprayed any more movies lately? Or who's hacked?

He probably didn't expect me to ask all of a sudden, hesitate or nod.

He then told me that some time before the accident, they had died in the dark of three works by the same director.

The director, an elder in the film industry, presents an unforgettable piece almost every year, but the director refused Wulin's solicitation three times and five times, and finally the boss gave a harsh order to exterminate himself!

By order, Wulin immediately used tens of thousands of accounts, blackened the Internet, from private life to movie quality. Anyway, as long as all places that can be black have been hacked again, and can't be hacked, they have to make it up.

In order to break the blockade, the director connected three films a few days ago, each of which was dedicated to his lifelong dreams and was prepared to bring a visual feast to the audience.

What he did not expect was that the box offices of the three films were all bleak under the double clamp of oppression and professional jets of the hostile companies.

This director is talented, I also greatly appreciate it. After listening to Wulin, I can't wait to slap him, let alone the director whose dream was ruined...

I think the problem may be here, but everything will have to wait for the tail ball to come back before deciding.

Based on the previous times, Tail Jade should be able to come back soon. Unexpectedly, Wulin and I waited all night and she didn't come back. I couldn't help but worry, but I couldn't get into the cable. It was like the ants on the hot pot wandered around the room in a hurry.

Wulin seemed to try to comfort me, but he didn't say a word when he wore his mouth a few times. I think he recognized his mistake and comforted him with a few words.

At noon, Tail Jade finally came back, and as soon as she came back, she bit my finger, and she seemed really tired.

When she had had enough to eat and drink, she turned into a human and sat on the sofa, gasping coarsely: “I followed her all night to Beijing. ”

I took a breath of air after listening. Beijing is thousands of kilometers from Fujian. I didn't expect Taiyu to arrive overnight. This speed is over!

Then she told me that the shadow stopped in a four-house yard in Beijing, and then an old man with white hair put it in a gourd.

“Wait!”

I interrupted Tail Jade and quickly searched the Internet for a photo of the director and handed it to her. Tail Jade only swept a glance and even nodded his head to say it was this old man.

Finally, as I thought, the director couldn't stand the scolding of these cybersprayers, so he managed to touch their address and use the shadow against them.

Though he killed three people with a ghost, I didn't think he was tough at all. If it were me, it would be even better than he did! After all, the authorities are obsessed with the spectators.

“The old man put the black shadow in the gourd, said something like that, and went into the yard. I don't think he'll be bothering you anymore. ”

Tail Jade turned around and said to Wu Lin. This is the first time Tail Jade spoke to Wu Lin with good voice. I think he felt the concern of Wu Lin?

“What do you think?” I then questioned Wu Lin about Taiyu's words.

The director is an old Beijing cannon of Zhengzi. He is very disciplined. He would not have done so if he hadn't been forced to do it for a certain amount.

He said, "Forget it, there will be no more trouble for Wu Lin."

“I will never do anything to hurt myself again! But even if the director didn't hurt me, the ghost is still there. What if I don't get rid of it and hurt someone else?” Wu Lin asked with some confusion.

That is what we have been waiting for, from the beginning to the time of loss to the man who is now in charge. Indeed, he has come to understand a great deal from this.

I said I was going to visit the director in Beijing, and Wulin immediately said that he was going with me, saying that he was not afraid of danger.

I turned him down, after all, the director might face me peacefully, but how could he face Wu Lin? Will the director turn himself in or continue this farce?

That evening I flew from Fuzhou to Beijing, where Wulin asked for my bank card number.

I got a text message on the plane, and he gave me over five million, and the numbers were accurate to the last few cents.

Immediately after that, Wu Lin sent me a text message saying that he had put all the wrongful wealth in this card over the years and had just transferred all the savings to me.

I didn't refuse, throwing this money out is not a bad thing for Wu Lin. And he had a car, he had a room, he had a villa, and he would do anything he wanted, and he just lost a thousand years of hate.

Good thing he found me!

Of course, I only saved a million dollars for the incident, and the plane went to a reputable charity and anonymously donated the remaining four million dollars.

Tail Jade then took me to a place in Dongcheng District full of Four Courtyards with the impression of that night.

When she stopped at the entrance of a four-house yard and told me that this was the director's residence, I wasn't in a hurry to go in, but I glanced inside at the door seam.

The director was seen naked with a large slit underneath and a fan on the side of a small square table.

He plays with the birds in the cage and from time to time picks up a small teapot from the table and sips it like an old farmer who just came home from work.

I admired him more and more. I pushed the door in and bowed to him respectfully: "Master Liu! ”