"Wait! Junior! Isn't this student union party going to go?!" Fingel said quickly when he saw Mo Qiuran about to take a step.
"I'm not going. It was just a whim. Now that he and I are married, exposure will only bring trouble, so why go at this time?" Mo Qiuran patted Chu Zihang and said, "It's better to go back to sleep and rest."
Chu Zihang: "..."
Why does this famous flower have an owner sound weird?
"Oh, the famous grass has its owner." Mo Qiuran corrected after seeing the understanding in his eyes.
Chu Zihang felt comfortable.
Fingel panicked.
It would be fine if he didn't do anything... But now he has released the news that the freshmen are going to challenge Caesar, and he has been fueling the flames and collecting money for it!
That’s what the words mean!
As the president of a news agency, a veteran reporter with sufficient experience, what he is best at is using his rich vocabulary to "slightly" change the news... Everyone does this, otherwise how could he be so good!
This is good, at least there is a bottom line. Those who just use Photoshop or get a few pictures from nowhere and start making up without any regard for the facts are reporters’ shame and news’ disgrace!
But the problem is that Fingel's incitement has caused an uproar in the whole school. At this time, Mo Qiuran suddenly said that he wanted to go back.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!
If Mo Qiuran really goes back, and the whole school looks forward to it one night and finds out that the real owner has not come...who will they blame?
Of course it was Fingel who started posting and then "followed the entire live broadcast even if he risked his life"!
What's more, this text live broadcast still charges money.
It's the same as... Fingel tricked the whole school, or was it a money scam?
Fingel looked up at the sky, and saw a star that was particularly bright.
That was his death star shining.
There are two choices before him now. One is to confess to Mo Qiuran and then share the money obediently. The other is to go all the way to the dark side and post on the Night Watch forum such as "S-class freshmen think this is so unfair to Gattuso." The emperor is unfair, so he decided to fight another day", "S-class freshmen feel that Emperor Gattuso's current strength is really boring, so I hope that Emperor Gattuso will improve before meeting his challenge" and other things that further provoke the war. post.
The former requires losing money.
And the latter...
Fingel looked at the bright star in the sky.
The Death Star...seems a little bigger and brighter?
In this case, there is no need to hesitate in making any choice. Although Fingel seems to love money as much as life, life is still more important.
then--
"Junior!" Fingel called to Mo Qiuran who was about to take a step with a determined expression on his face.
"Senior, your expression is very dangerous." Mo Qiuran thought for a while, "You look like a criminal who is ready to confess his crime."
"So, junior fellow student, do you know everything?!" Fingel was shocked.
"What? Did I accidentally say the right thing?" Mo Qiuran was also shocked.
"Junior, help me!" Fingel said quickly.
"Senior, you have to know that I am a law-abiding and discipline-abiding good student. I have zero tolerance for illegal behavior," Mo Qiuran said with an expression that said, "It's a pity, but I must do this." , "You surrender, I heard that surrender can alleviate the crime to a certain extent. Of course, if there is a reward, please be sure to leave it to me to call the police. By the way, what is the police phone number in the United States?"
"911." Chu Zihang said.
"Okay, senior, what is your crime?" Mo Qiuran looked at Fingel expectantly.
Fingel: "..."
"That... guide public opinion?" Fingel held it in for a long time and finally came up with a word.
…
"Junior, please help me, senior. I admit that I was blinded by lard~" Fingel's giant bear-like palm wrapped Mo Qiuran's hand and begged him not to leave.
At this time, he had explained everything he had done from beginning to end, and then Mo Qiuran became furious and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a person, senior," and he was about to leave, but Fingel naturally refused to let him go.
"Senior, there is more than just money in the world. A person must have the most basic moral cultivation. Once such provocative news is released, do you know how much trouble it will cause to our future lives?" Mo Qiuran looked righteous. And angrily accused Fingel.
Fingel nodded. In his opinion, as long as Mo Qiuran was still willing to talk, it meant that things would turn around!
So he ignored the important information that Chu Zihang, who had been silent all the time, had already looked away as if he couldn't bear to look at it.
Chu Zihang knows Mo Qiuran very well, just like Mo Qiuran also knows him well... In short, judging from Chu Zihang's experience, whenever Mo Qiuran speaks to someone so righteously, , that person will be in bad luck.
as expected.
"Hey...Senior, I always thought you were a kind and caring person, although your appearance is a little unruly," Mo Qiuran sighed as if he was relieved, slightly disappointed, "But I really I didn’t expect you to do such a thing just for money!”
"It's the senior's fault..." Fingel admitted his mistake sincerely.
Chu Zihang wanted to come.
"So, in order to let you understand, senior, that money is something external to the body, and what is important is moral character and personal cultivation. I think it would be better for you to have less contact with such things that can corrupt you," Mo Qiuran's face was filled with compassion. "It's better to hand over more of this evil thing and let me take responsibility for you, senior! Our profit distribution has returned to seven-three again! I'm seven and you are three! How about this matter being written off in one go?"
Fingel: "???"
"What, senior? Are you not satisfied with this ratio?" Mo Qiuran touched his chin, "Then if senior sincerely requests, it seems that eighty-two is not impossible..."
"Satisfied! Very satisfied! Just Qi San!" Fingel said quickly.
"No, no, no, now I suddenly feel that seventy-three is the price for me to forgive you, senior, and eighty-two is the price for me to help you understand this mess, senior." The look on Mo Qiuran's face seemed to Fengel like Devilish smile.
"You...you are taking advantage of the situation!" Fingel jumped up and yelled angrily.
"Senior, how can you say that? I am obviously thinking about your future, senior. I can see that you are definitely not an ordinary person. Money, a worldly thing, should not be a shackle that affects you!" Mo Qiuran spoke plausibly.
"Then what if the split becomes one for you and nine for me?" Of course Fingel would no longer believe Mo Qiuran's words.
"Jiuyi is good, I like Jiuyi!" Mo Qiuran's face has gone away from the cold winter and ushered in the bright spring. "I didn't expect you, senior, to have such a profound enlightenment. That's it! Let's go and see this place right now. Who is this Caesar Gattuso!"
"Wait, wait!" Fingel was shocked, as if he had seen a lot of beautiful knives in his pocket suddenly sprouting wings and fluttering away.
After taking a few steps out of the luxurious building, a man who looked like an attendant came out of the door: "Are you an S-class freshman? The President of the Student Union invites you."
