Zhang Xiongyu and Du Jianhai looked at each other in confusion, neither of them understood what Ma Ling'er meant by these words.
Isn't Ma Ling'er from Master Ma? How could you help Zhang Fan speak? . . . . . . After leaving the wealthy area, Zhang Fan planned to go back to the Maoshan Incense Candle Shop to rest. He was really disgusted by Zhang Xiongyu's manipulation today. He was no longer in the mood to continue eating, and now wanted to go back and have a good rest.
Sure enough, he was still too immature to be played with by two old scoundrels. It seems that when doing business in the future, we must strictly require customers to pay first before doing business. Otherwise, if they come like this several times, even he will not be able to bear it.
Ma Ling'er followed Zhang Fan and suddenly giggled when she saw how unhappy his face was.
The sound of Ma Ling'er's laughter was very pleasant, like a series of tinkling silver bells that kept ringing, extremely pleasant to the ear.
"Okay, don't be unhappy about this kind of thing. I'll treat you to dinner!" Ma Ling'er stepped forward and took Zhang Fan's arm, not treating herself as an outsider at all.
"It's okay... No, I'm not very hungry, I'm just a little sleepy. I want to go back to sleep! Let's eat and drink some other time..." Zhang Fan forced a smile and took Ma Ling'er's little hand from his own He broke free from his arm and said with a tired look.
"What? Are you angry?" Ma Ling'er tilted her head and looked at Zhang Fan, showing a bright smile.
At this time, because she was very close to Zhang Fan, a faint fragrance of roses rippled from her body and hit Zhang Fan's nose, making him cough.
"No, no, I'm just tired and want to go back to bed early!" Zhang Fan smiled helplessly and ignored Ma Ling'er. He put his hands in his pockets and walked away alone, leaving only Ling'er dismounted and stood alone on the cold road, dazed.
After a long time, Ma Ling'er bit her silver teeth, stamped her feet in shame and anger, snorted "Idiot," puffed her cheeks, and walked away angrily.
. . . . . . At 22:38 in the middle of the night, Zhang Fancai returned to the Maoshan Incense Candle Shop. Sitting tiredly on the sofa chair on the second floor, Zhang Fan looked out the window, feeling very angry.
His grandma was fooled by two old bastards today. This tone must not be tolerated. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt at a disadvantage.
After a long time, Zhang Fan raised his head, with a flash of coldness in his eyes. He secretly made up his mind and decided that he would go to Zhang Xiongyu's house again tomorrow morning and talk to him carefully. If he doesn't give him the money, , this matter is definitely not over today.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan felt a little better. In order not to make himself too upset, he turned on the computer and played a few games of Happy Landlord before lying down on the sofa, ready to rest.
But before taking a break, Zhang Fan suddenly thought of something. He quickly opened his phone, opened the post bar from the inside, and clicked in directly.
It seemed that since the last time he wrote a small article on the Hell Post Forum, he hadn't paid much attention to it. In addition, since he had been busy since then, he had forgotten this trivial matter.
Now he is going to see how this short article is written and what the response from netizens is. If there are a lot of people watching, Zhang Fan will consider finding a site to write on, so that his talent can be upgraded.
He remembered that if his talent wanted to be promoted to the next level, he would have to write a book of at least three million words.
Although I don’t know what the purpose of talent upgrade is, since the system has such a mechanism, it must have a meaning.
Opening the Tieba, Zhang Fan quickly found the Hell Tieba. Click on [My Column], and the article [Tooth Fairy’s Room] that I wrote before will pop up automatically.
When Zhang Fan looked at it, his expression suddenly became confused in the next moment. Because he discovered that this article had been harmonized by Tieba, and four scarlet illegal blocking fonts were marked on it.
Seeing these four words, Zhang Fan looked in disbelief. He remembered that he had never written any bloody and violent content before, let alone pornography or crime. How could it be blocked?
Zhang Fan scratched his head, looking very surprised. Just when he was puzzled, he saw that 99+ unread messages appeared in the private message column.
"Eh?" Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, swallowed, and clicked to open the private message column.
Then, the moment he clicked on it, the first thing that caught his eye was a dense collection of curse words. [What are you writing about?
Trash author, writing so scary? Are you seeking death? 】【Dear uncle, what you wrote is so terrifying, do your family members know?
It makes me unable to sleep at night! ! 】【Come on, author, come out and see if I don’t scold you to death!
! 】【Do you dare to send me your home address? I will go to your home to talk to you tomorrow with a knife in hand!
】【Author, you bastard, I have to study for the second grade tomorrow. I originally wanted to go to bed early, but I read the rubbish article you wrote and made me sleepless all night. Damn you, uncle.
. . . . 】. . . . . . There were hundreds of pages of abusive private chat messages, which made Zhang Fan dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the article he wrote casually at that time would arouse so many people's abuse.
Good guy, fortunately this article [The Tooth Fairy's Room] has been harmonized. If it had existed for a longer time, wouldn't I have become a public enemy of the entire hell post forum and be bullied online?
! Zhang Fan couldn't help but tremble all over at the thought of being bullied online. The horror of cyber violence is said to have driven many people to commit suicide.
The power is so great that it is simply unimaginable. Zhang Fan didn't read all the hundreds of pages of abusive private messages, and he didn't have the energy to read them all. After all, there were too many. He just skipped to read less than fifty pages.
Half an hour later, Zhang Fan finally went through it roughly, but there were at least a hundred pages that he had not read.
There is so much information, and not all of it is insulting. There are also a few pages that praise the author for the beautiful writing, saying that it is a very immersive and immersive experience.
Among them, two netizens praised the author's beautiful writing, which impressed Zhang Fan deeply and gave him an indescribable warm feeling in his heart.
When something you create can be recognized by others, it feels as satisfying as drinking honey.
Among them, he was praised for his good writing. One netizen’s Tieba ID was called a peerless beauty! Zhang Fan clicked into this netizen's personal information out of curiosity and discovered that the gender he had set on the Tieba forum was female.
Apart from being set as a woman, there is no other information about this unparalleled beauty. After Zhang Fan quit, he also clicked the following button. He must have a good chat with this netizen when he has the opportunity in the future.
As for the second netizen. . . . . . He is the owner of the Hell Post Bar - Hong Xiaomei. He privately chatted with Zhang Fan with a lot of content, most of which had only one meaning [well written, keep up the good work!
】Zhang Fan didn’t have much contact with Hong Xiaomei, but out of politeness, he still sent the same message privately: 【I will, thank you for your support!
] The moment this text message was sent, Hong Xiaomei unexpectedly replied in seconds: [Author, your writing is very good, your writing style is so great, you can consider writing a book, and I will support you then!
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