Spend 1 trillion

The sofa is moderately soft and hard.

The ears are soft and hard foam from the second aunt.

The smell of vegetables is floating in the air, and the sun is setting sun outside the window.

Zhang Xiaojian replied a few more messages, closed Weibo, then leaned on the sofa and looked at Mozhu who was busy in the kitchen.

Ye Mozhu, who was wearing a small apron, also looked at him at this time. The two smiled at each other and did not speak. Zhang Xiaojian continued to be in a daze, and she continued to cook.

The second aunt finally couldn't help Zhang Xiaojian's ignorance, and picked up his ears: "I'm talking to you!"

"Oh... it hurts, am I not listening..."

"What did you listen to? Listen to me now."

Zhang Xiaojian rubbed his ears and nodded honestly.

After just letting go of her hand, the second aunt frowned and thought for a moment: "What am I trying to say?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "Why don't you wait until you think of it."

"No! I will say it now."

"Then tell me."

"I...I..." The second aunt rubbed her head depressed, and she couldn't remember the language that had been organized in her mind just now.

Zhang Xiaojian is a filial child, so he naturally wanted to help Er Yi think about it, so he immediately said: "Yes, Er Yi, how are you getting along with you?"

Second aunt: "..."

Zhang Xiaojian shook his legs and said, "This is something you shouldn't care about when you are a child, but it's been a long time ago, so it doesn't matter now?"

The second aunt was not completely counter-killed like last time, but chose to use violence to control violence, and once again picked up Zhang Xiaojian's ears: "Pi, is it Pi?"

Zhang Xiaojian quickly apologized for his mistake, and shouted deeply introspectively: "Which old man is I afraid to let me see!"

The second aunt gave him a kick, Zhang Xiaojian pretended to be hit hard, fell on the sofa and called out the sound of killing pigs.

Ye Mozhu watched this scene with a smile, and didn't forget to take a sip of the soup to taste it. She smashed her mouth with satisfaction. She put down the soup spoon and shouted: "It's time to eat!"

———

Ye Mozhu's dinner is very standard.

Only when Zhang Xiaojian was eating the fragrant white rice, he found that the second aunt seemed to have a bad appetite, and she was always in a trance from time to time.

"Still uncomfortable?"

"No."

"The rice is not fragrant?"

"No."

"That's...who?"

"Zhang Xiaojian!" The second aunt gestured the movement of flying chopsticks, but finally didn't really throw...

Zhang Xiaojian quickly immersed himself in the meal, and realized that the second aunt might still have some emotional problems, and she might not be able to solve it as a child, but always try to understand...

After taking a few bites, Ye Mozhu put down his chopsticks and swiped Weibo, then looked up in amazement: "Xiaojian, what did you say on Weibo?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't take it seriously: "I just vomited about the start of the previous medical treatment for cancer, it's nothing."

Ye Mozhu: "..."

She rubbed her temples, and after a quick glance at various information, she looked at Zhang Xiaojian and said: "You know, you are now a celebrity with 40 million fans."

"what happened?"

"Hot search exploded."

Zhang Xiaojian took a bite of beef in a breezy way, and said breezyly as he chewed, "It's not the first time you fry the quilt."

Ye Mozhu: "..., this time may be a little different."

...

...

This time is really different.

As a blogger with 40 million fans, whether it is Zhang Xiaojian himself, "Dear Sister" or his full investment in "Magic Boy-Nezha", the current Internet traffic is the highest.

After Zhang Xiaojian spit out, of course, the entire network marketing account needs to be shamelessly hot.

"Zhang is angry, what shameless things have Qiandu done?

"Shocked, Mr. Zhang's relatives were miserably searched for by Qiandu. Currently, ICU rescued him and issued a document questioning Qiandu.

"Nezha's full investor, a thousand degrees.

"Ning Xueqing's elder brother, a new generation of top-rated internet celebrities Zhang Xiaojian and Qiandu tear his face.

"Zhang's family member died and sued Qiandu.

Don't doubt... this is not nonsense, and titles like these are now flooding every corner of the Internet.

Since the media age, it is so shameless.

In addition to various rumors and the top-ranked entry in Weibo's hot search, Mr. Zhang was also scammed by Qiandu, and the whole network set off a climax of attacking Qiandu through this wind.

Countless real victims arrived after hearing the wind, Zhang Xiaojian's Weibo private message mailbox was full, and the word "Qiandu" was also on the hot search. Before the storm, there was no need to calm down, and it suddenly swept the entire Internet.

At this time, Zhang Xiaojian was still eating.

He didn't know how different Ye Mozhu's mouth was a bit different this time.

No matter what happened, he always had to eat before he was full. Picking up the empty bowl, he went to the kitchen, full of a bowl of white rice, and he quickly finished his appetite.

During this period, Ye Mozhu kept his head down and brushed his phone in silence.

Zhang Xiaojian leaned on the chair and shouted, "Comfortable."

At this time, the phone rang, and when he saw Luo Tengfei, he finally realized that it seemed... as if something really happened.

After answering the phone, Luo Tengfei said: "Brother, you won't stop if you don't stand at the top of the entertainment circle this day..."

Zhang Xiaojian...Who wants to be at the top of the entertainment industry?I really didn't want to be famous... I had to say: "Fuck off, talk about something."

"You spit out... Now that the whole network is fried, it seems that there is finally a leader. The countless people who have been smashed by you thousands of degrees seem to have the backbone and are starting to export wildly."

"Also, there are rumors about yourself."

"What rumors?"

"It's hard to say, I'm afraid you are anxious..."

"Say."

"Say... your relatives are in the ICU, some say they are dead, some say... you are busy preparing for fun, you are going to die a thousand degrees."

"Marketing number?"

"Ok."

Zhang Xiaojian took a deep breath. He really hates these self-media media now. It doesn’t matter if he has read other things. The rumors have been spread to his family. It’s too high and low: "Record the full screen, I remember the latest Laws and regulations can be held accountable for reprinting more than 500, right?"

"Yes."

"Keep it as evidence, I'll find out about the situation first, and I'll talk to you later."

"Ok."

Putting down the phone, Zhang Xiaojian opened Weibo.

————

After half an hour, Zhang Xiaojian, who looked carefully, took three deep breaths.

Of course, he did not look at the marketing horn of the jumping clown, but saw a lot of sincere private messages and complaints.

Ye Mozhu put a glass of white water in front of him, and he drank it to the bottom: "I knew Qiandu was shameless before, but I didn't expect to be so shameless."

Ye Mozhu sat half-kneeling on the sofa and pressed his shoulders and said, "Don't be angry. You can't believe everything online."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded, then closed his eyes.

The news and private messages he had just read in his mind began to gather.

——Six years ago, Tieba normalized, Thousand Degrees sold a large number of the management rights of the disease Tieba, and the same was true for Leukemia. It sold a counterfeit drug merchant and blatantly advertised special drugs.

This is what a netizen named Reindeer said-my father was one of the victims. At that time, his father was panicked. He tried a special medicine and was brainwashed by the sales staff. It was too late to receive formal treatment.

I can’t find a counterfeit drug dealer in recent years, I have no way to call the police, no way to file a complaint. I know I may not get any justice in my life, but today I want to ask Qiandu, is the human blood bun delicious?

It's delicious, and it's delicious.

If you think that Qiandu’s crime is just selling disease stickers to private drug dealers, then you are underestimating Qiandu.

The money earned by Qiandu is far more than that. After a large number of Putian hospitals use advertisements to defraud patients, they are definitely not only pitting money, but also pitting many people's lives and affecting countless families.

There are countless oral real cases in Zhang Xiaojian's private letter.

Although it is difficult for him to distinguish between true and false, at least now he really feels the anger of netizens.

At this time, the already arrogant Thousand Degrees uttered, leaving only the simple four words'Don't touch porcelain'.

Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:.4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL: