Porsche Panamera, Song Wenbin didn't react for a while. When he came to his senses and took a closer look, he found that his live broadcast room was indeed blocked. This surprised him greatly. He asked himself why the live broadcast room was banned because he had neither sex nor vulgar content.
Unwilling to do so, he immediately applied for unblocking, and then made a phone call to the boss of his live broadcast company.
As a moderate Internet celebrity, Song Wenbin also has one million fans on the Internet. His call was quickly answered, but the attitude of the person who answered the call did not sound so friendly.
"Master Li, what do you think this is?"
Song Wenbin asked inexplicably: "I was doing outdoor work on Jiangnan Road, and the live broadcast room was suddenly blocked."
A hoarse and helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "There are so many people reporting it! Xiao Song, how many times have I told you, how many times, if you want to do it outdoors, just do it outdoors, pick up girls and play with cars. Please don’t do all those bad things for me, okay? I’m annoying the audience and they’re annoying too!”
Song Wenbin was not angry and asked: "What the hell did I do? I didn't mess around, and I didn't..."
"I'd rather you just mess around!"
An angry voice came from the phone: "It's all trivial matters. Look at what you are doing in the live broadcast room. Do you know..."
Someone on the other end of the phone took a few deep breaths and said in a very low voice: "Do you know that the fertility rate is tight now, huh?? You are still creating conflicts here, do you know how many people have reported you recently!"
Song Wenbin was silent.
The person on the other end of the phone said with a stern voice: "You are twenty-five years old, so you can't be careful about what you say and do. Someone likes you, and someone hates you to death. I suppressed all those previous reports for you. , now I can’t hold it in any longer, you can figure it out yourself!”
Song Wenbin said angrily: "Report, why are you reporting me!? Why are you reporting me!"
"Say you affect social harmony!"
"I don't!"
Song Wenbin slapped the steering wheel angrily, and Paramela screamed.
"This is groundless! Framed!"
"You call me, call the people who reported you!"
The other end of the phone said impatiently: "Go and reason with them and see if you can make sense!"
Song Wenbin took a few deep breaths to calm down, and said in a trembling voice: "How long will it be sealed and how strong will it be?"
"I don't know yet. Anyway, the force is quite strong, and you are not the only one."
The boss said dryly: "You have stopped broadcasting recently. I guess your account has been blocked."
Song Wenbin took a breath of air, immediately opened Douyin, and typed in "misogynistic me." Sure enough, there was no news from his million-fan account named "misogynistic me." He has been live streaming for so many years, but he has never been banned so quickly and swiftly, without even giving him a chance to explain or argue. He was simply banned.
"I want to appeal." He said dryly.
"You have appealed." The boss said, "I will let you know after the limelight has passed. Go back and reflect on it."
After saying that, the boss hung up the phone.
Song Wenbin put down his phone, looked at the black ban sign in the live broadcast room, closed his eyes, and didn't open them for a long time.
The accident happened so quickly that he barely had time to react. He talks about appealing, but he knows in his heart that he has no room for appeal. Not to mention that he is just an Internet celebrity with one million fans, even Internet celebrities with bigger and more fans will be banned every year. A modern live broadcast anchor is like a crucian carp crossing a river. Even if he broadcasts every day, his popularity may not be maintained, let alone not broadcasting for a period of time, which is almost a death sentence for his live broadcast life.
However, from the time he entered the society at the age of sixteen to now, Song Wenbin, who had little academic qualifications, had to struggle for nearly ten years to build up a fan base. Now this inexplicable blow will almost kill him before liberation.
Finally, he sighed, threw away his cell phone, started the Panamera, and drove towards the suburbs of H City.
...
Arriving at the door of a second-hand car dealership on the outskirts of the city, he took off his Meituan takeout clothes and threw them into the trunk.
Although it was quiet late at night, there were still lights on in the back of the dealership. Hearing the sound of cars, a man with short hair and glasses wearing a kitchen apron and holding a spatula came to the door of the dealership. When the man saw Song Wenbin coming back, he smiled and fought with him. Hello.
"Yo, I'm back."
The visitor is Song Wenbin’s good friend, Ma Qiang. The two dropped out of high school together before finishing high school. Ma Qiang was engaged in a second-hand car business in the city, while Song Wenbin made a living online. Although the industries were different, the two still maintained close contact. Even Song Wenbin's house was rented. In the community above the car dealership.
"How are you today?" Ma Qiang asked.
"Not very good." Song Wenbin said gloomily and returned the Porsche key to Ma Qiang.
Song Wenbin did not lie. This Porsche did not belong to him, but to Ma Qiang. However, it was wrong to say that it belonged to Ma Qiang, because Ma Qiang took the car back from outside and planned to sell it. However, the economic situation in the past two years has been very poor. On the downside, it’s hard to sell first-hand cars, let alone second-hand cars. Among them, some second-hand luxury cars suffered heavy losses. This 19-year-old Panamera was taken back for a price of one million and was not sold for a whole year, and the price was reduced several times. Every time Ma Qiang sees this car, he shakes his head and sighs. He only regrets that he was blind and came back with such a car. Now, he has lost almost 100,000 yuan on just one car.
"Didn't you watch the live broadcast?"
Song Wenbin asked.
"It's your sister-in-law's birthday tomorrow, and I'm busy making midnight snacks."
Ma Qiang happily showed Song Wenbin his spatula.
Song Wenbin rolled his eyes, sat on the sofa in the car dealership, picked up a bottle of Yellow Crane Tower Canyon Love on the table, lit it, and kept his head silent.
The two had known each other for ten years. When he saw Song Wenbin like this, Ma Qiang knew something was wrong. He put away his smile, took off his apron and handed it to his wife who was busy in the kitchen. He sat down next to Song Wenbin and asked, "What's wrong? I'm lost." .”
Song Wenbin was smoking a cigarette and probably talked about the ban on the live broadcast room.
After listening to Song Wenbin's words, Ma Qiang also smoked a cigarette. He was silent for a while, but he suddenly laughed and said: "I thought it was such a big deal. It's nothing. If you seal it, seal it. Just do something else." ?”
"To put it lightly, can you please stop driving now?"
Song Wenbin said.
Ma Qiang shook his head, "You are different from me. I am married and my family can't bear the changes. You are not married yet and there are many ways to change careers."
Song Wenbin ignored Ma Qiang. Ma Qiang was good at everything, but he loved preaching, especially about marriage, which he would bring up every now and then.
Sure enough, before he could say a few words, Ma Qiang said again: "Brother, I'm not blabbering. Some of your outdoor live broadcasters were willing to get married, but they ended up getting divorced. You are so old, no. You should think about the two elders in your family and you should also think about yourself. If you ask me, what happened this time is also a good opportunity. I should change my career as soon as possible and do something else. What can I do better than a street kid?"
Song Wenbin's eyes widened, a puff of cigarette smoke blew into Ma Qiang's face, and he said seriously: "Why am I a street kid?"
"He said no, he walked around the streets all day trying to flirt with me."
A woman said so.
It turned out to be Ma Qiang's wife Chen Yun. She put a plate of hot pickled fish on the coffee table in front of Song Wenbin, and brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks to Song Wenbin and Ma Qiang. You are making fun of others on the street. I think that girl today is quite nice. I am angry when she is played like that by you."
Song Wenbin was already angry, and he felt even more uncomfortable when his sister-in-law said this, but he couldn't show it, so he could only smoke straight.
Fortunately, Ma Qiang knew that he was unhappy, so he quickly asked Chen Yun to get the beer, while he and Song Wenbin said sincerely: "Don't blame her, she woman doesn't understand your stuff, eat, eat, eat."
Song Wenbin smoked a cigarette and ate the pickled fish. Ma Qiang opened a box of beer and drank with him.
Several people drank until midnight. In the end, Ma Qiang's wife went to bed first, and Ma Qiang remained in the garage, nagging Song Wenbin, but Song Wenbin didn't want to hear what Ma Qiang comforted.
"Should you say it or not, you really need to find a partner to settle down with." Ma Qiang, whose face was red after drinking, exhaled the smell of alcohol and lectured: "Your life is not a long-term solution. Just coax the young man. It's really like three people." A ten-year-old said, who takes your words seriously?"
"Why isn't this a long-term solution?"
Song Wenbin drank a little too much and said angrily: "If I hadn't subsidized you by doing the live broadcast of Geshan Chawu, your car dealership would have almost gone bankrupt, and you still despise my job!"
"brother."
Ma Qiang hooked Song Wenbin's shoulders and said with red eyes: "I hope you can be happy, do you understand? If nothing else, there is already something wrong with your thinking."
"ha?"
Song Wenbin stared at Ma Qiang and almost hit him on the head with a wine bottle.
"I am happy. Am I happy if I get married like you? Am I the only one who is not married now? Can't you see the divorced people? Stop mumbling, finish your drink and go to bed."
Ma Qiang took a sip of wine and said: "Brother, listen to my advice and don't be too demanding. You spend all day on the Internet and you are too violent. It is not normal to look at women. You are in your twenties." Girls, if they want a few bags, just buy them for them, who is young and not vain?"
Song Wenbin was irritable. He drank a bottle of wine and waved his arms angrily: "Is it because of Bao? Am I blind? I just want to find a girl who is not so egoistic and can take the initiative to understand others." Is it difficult? Is it difficult? But how many girls are there now? Do I have high demands? No, I don’t have any demands. Life is stressful enough. They can do whatever they want, but I won’t take care of them anyway!"
Ma Qiang became a little angry after Song Wenbin's words. He threw the wine bottle on the table, slapped the table and reprimanded: "Men should not expect to be understood and tolerated, only women should be understood and tolerated. Men only need to make money like dogs." Got it!"
Song Wenbin felt it was unreasonable. He put down his chopsticks with a bang and cursed: "Do you think that is a human life? You think that is a slave's life! Have you lived for yourself in these years of marriage?"
Ma Qiang wanted to say something else. Song Wenbin pointed at several motorcycles parked in the dealership and cursed: "In the past few years of marriage, have you ever touched these motorcycles? Has your wife ever let you ride them?"
After scolding him, he lit a cigarette without waiting for Ma Qiang to speak, and stumbled out of Ma Qiang's second-hand car store. He turned a deaf ear to Ma Qiang's shouts behind him.
However, after a brief quarrel, Song Wenbin was greeted by the cold wind in the community. He shrank and walked to the elevator. When the elevator opened, there was a couple cuddling together inside. The couple smiled when they saw him coming and made room for him.
Song Wenbin stood alone in the corner of the elevator and followed the couple to their floor.
The cold wind in the upper floors was even worse. Song Wenbin looked at the couple who disappeared into the apartment next door with confusion in his eyes.
