Chapter 105: Ideas to cure the wicked

"You go."
Meng Jianzhi didn't expect that he wasted so many tongues and ended up with the three words white heroin.
"What? You let me go? I tell you, you're going to mess me up, and I'll pull your whole family into the water."
Bai Luoyin calmed down, "I look forward to your ability."
The calmness of Beroin caused Meng Jianzhi's suspicion and anxiety. Why should he not worry? When I was out there, didn't I count him most excited? Now why does it look like a brawn? Less than 20 years old, just a fluffy kid, what can he think of?
"Call your dad! I won't tell you, you are not qualified."
Bai Luoyin stopped Meng Jianzhi, his tone was cold, "You call him, these three words."
"You ... you ..." Meng Jianzhi gritted his teeth and looked sullen. "Don't think I dare not!"
"I didn't think you were afraid. I would like you to rush out and post small advertisements everywhere, slandering my dad and my son-in-law, I'm still waiting to see it!"
"I tell you, don't think there are a few people in the Public Security Bureau, I will not dare to mess with you, I haven't broken the law!"
Bai Luoyin sneered. "The Public Security Bureau did not have our family and no one said you were breaking the law."
Meng Jianzhi panicked, hissing and yelling for Bai Hanqi to come out.
Bai Luoyin's eyes were covered with a layer of ice, and he only sent Meng Jianzhi a word.
"roll!"
Meng Jianzhi is unheard of.
Beloin let go of him, walked straight to the dog cage, spread Alan, who had been roaring, touched his head and said, "Son, you have worked hard for these two days. Did you see that person? As long as he is in our When home comes, you'll see it bite once. "
Meng Jianzhi had to go to the house, only to find a Tibetan mastiff rushing over not far away.
Meng Jianzhi was so horrified that Sa Yazi ran towards the door.
Beloin just tame Alang at the door, and then closed the door.
After returning to the room, Bai Hanqi quickly turned on the computer and looked for a few well-known forum sites and planned to post.
At the beginning, it was called "Throwing Wife and Abandoning Son, and Seeing How This Needy Man Performs a Shameless Drama", but later felt that it was not provocative. This kind of family disputes has too much scum in the society and it is not easy to attract attention. So I changed the title, called "Challenge your endurance limit, who can watch for a minute, brother cut JJ".
Well, in order to completely defeat this scum, beloin can only bet on small factors.
Beloin researched several divine posts and headlines, and figured out the narrative and writing skills of the poster. What kind of writing is he? The composition time is close to the full score, and you can go to the newspaper by simply writing an article. Don't look at the usual words, want to write inflammatory articles, count him best! Without two brushes, how could you put Gu Hai, the prince, so tightly!
Now that you have lost your moral bottom line, then I will treat others as they are.
Soon, this post caused a lot of repercussions. The click-through rate exceeded 10,000. There were more than one hundred followers. Some expressed anger and doubt. Some people thought that Meng Jianzhi was damn. Some people thought that this scum was a social malformation. In microcosm, some people have expressed doubts about this persona as the author's hype.
Beloine called Yang Meng, "Help me post."
Yang Meng was stupid. "Bai Luoyin, don't you hate to go to the forum, read the post?"
"Never mind, just help me."
Yang Mengte wondered what Bai Luoyin posted, but it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, his lungs exploded. He wasn't addicted to watching alone, and he dragged his dad to see him. Who is his dad? When the young literary youth was famous, how could they be stimulated by this language! The small body Pan Er trembled in front of the computer. Orchid finger trembled in the wind. "Son, please stand by, Dad help you!"
Yang Meng suddenly remembered someone, especially.
"Why did you take the initiative to call me today?" Especially Nao sounded good.
Yang Meng smiled confidently, "Because I know, you are the most scolding person!"
"what?"
"It's finally time for your performance, buddy, show all your talents and potential!"
Especially when I heard the post written by Beroin, I immediately took it over and looked excited when I looked at it! This puppet is just for my mouth! So registered more than N vests, each vest can scold several pages, and without heavy samples. Not only in the forum, but also in blogging, especially blogs have been extremely popular, equivalent to third-tier stars, usually a photo can be used by advertisers, showing the influence can not be underestimated.
Soon, especially these fans were in a commotion, reprinted, reposted, and posted, which caused a thousand waves.
The more you scold, the higher, especially the keyboard is almost knocked out of the hole.
The phone rang beside, especially with one hand answering the phone and the other hand still typing on the keyboard.
"Especially, do you remember? I'm Dong Na."
"Ok."
"The one who sent you 12 rolls of toilet paper."
"No time to talk to you now."
Especially when I was about to press the break, there was a roar, "Don't hang up! I tell you, I'm the moderator of the XX forum."
In particular, he took the phone to his ear.
"Do you want this post to be on the front page headline tomorrow morning?"
Especially the hand stopped for a while, and echoed "What?"
"Oh my god! I'll give you a headline now!"
In just three hours, the click-through rate exceeded one million, and the number of replies reached more than 20,000.
Beloin was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the response would be so big. For the first time, it was such an exciting thing to be noticed. Looking at the rapidly increasing click-through rate and the number of replies, Bai Luoyin was boiling with blood, and it seemed that he instantly saw Meng Jianzhi fall to the ground in the whispering of everyone.
Gu Hai is eating with Gu Yang and a group of uncles.
During the period of time, he continued to send text messages to beloin without receiving a reply.
I ca n’t rest assured, and went outside to call the bathroom on the grounds.
"factor."
A bright reply over there, "Oh!"
Gu Hai froze, "Are you ... a factor?"
"Who am I not? Hahaha ..."
The voice is indeed that voice, but the mood is a bit wrong! Could it be that he didn't see me for a day and couldn't think of it in his heart. A phone call made him overjoyed, and he couldn't find himself in an instant?
"What are you doing? Why don't I text you back?"
"Ah? ... oh ... hahaha ..."
Gu Haixie smiled, "I'll call you, are you so happy?"
"Yes, I'm so glad you don't come back tonight!"
Gu Hai, "..."
"If it's okay, let's do this first. I'll hang up, toot ..."
After a long day of trouble, people are happy not because of a phone call, but because you have not been there all day.
At night, Gu Yang went to Gu Haina and was bored, so he opened Gu Hai's computer and looked at it. He has been abroad for a long time, and rarely visits Chinese websites. This time, Gu Hai's browser displayed Chinese websites, so I opened a few of them by the way.
Gu Hai sat down with a calm face, hesitating whether to make another call to Beroin. Just a moment ago, he thought about it, still feeling that Beroin's mood was not right.
"Well ... Social contradictions are pretty sharp, Meng Jianzhi ... this person, no comment."
Gu Hai heard the name more familiar, put down his phone and walked towards Gu Yang, "show me."
This doesn't matter, Gu Hai's face changed instantly, and something really happened! Otherwise, with the temperament of Beroin, if he is not forced to a certain share, can he write these inciting words?
"I should have thought about it. There must be a reason for him not responding to the letter for a day. He also pretended to be happy and gave me smoke bombs, deliberately not letting me know ..." Gu Hai mumbled as he changed his shoes.
Gu Yang looked at him blankly, "Where?"
"A little bit. Go out."
Gu Yang said lightly, "Go early and return early, pay attention to safety on the road."
The door knocker was closed.
Gu Yang sighed, "This child ..."
Yang Meng grabbed the computer with his dad, and the two small bodies crowded in front of the computer.
"Dad, let me curse a few words."
"I just wrote a poem about oil, but I haven't got time to post it yet. Wait a moment, good son."
A roar broke into the room, "What are you robbing your grandfather? Are you out of work tomorrow? Are you out of school? Give me a wash and go to bed!"
Dad Yang chuckled a few times, "Sleep here, sleep now."
Yang Meng also cast a docile and obedient look at his mother.
Mother Yang kicked open the door and went out.
The two wacky men got together to whisper.
"Dad, I'm a bit over-excited. I can't sleep. I want to go to Factor's House."
Dad Yang took Yang Meng's hand and said excitedly: "Dad supports you, men have to fight for justice, go, don't come back tonight."
"I'm afraid my mother won't let me go."
Dad Yang hammered Yang Meng's chest and said, "Are you a man? How did I teach you when you were a kid? At the crucial moment, you have to show your courage and not do ridiculous things while you are young. Get a foothold? "
Yang Meng asked, "Will you be the master once and let me out in front of my mother?"
"... that ... or you jump out of the wall,"
Yang Meng looked sad. "The wall is too high and I can't climb up. If I move the stool out, it will be designated for my mother to see."
"It's okay, dad is carrying you."
Late at night, the two men sneaked out.
"What are you going to do?" Mother Yang stood at the door with her hips.
Father Yang and Meng Yang said in unison, "Go to the toilet."
"Are you going to the toilet?"
Yang Meng pulled Yang Yang's arm and looked at Yang Yang with a flattering smile, "Isn't this to save time?"
Mother Yang rolled her eyes and strode back to the house.
"Hurry up ..."
Father Yang pushed Yang Meng, and the two sneaked into the toilet sneakily.
Under the one-meter-seven-high wall, the grandfathers struggled hard.
"Dad, get up a bit, I still can't get over!"
Dad Yang panted and panted below, "No, Dad can't get up. You work hard."
"One two three, one two three, one two three ..."
The grandfather shouted slogans together, slipping an inch down with each shout, and slipping an inch down with each shout. Step on it.
"Dad, let's stop shouting, the more weep the more weary."
Father Yang took two breaths, continued to squat down, readjusted his posture, "Son, come again!"
Yang Meng had to step on it again.
"What are your grandpas tossing in the toilet?"
Mom's footsteps were getting closer.
As soon as Dad Yang heard Mom's voice, he didn't know where the energy came from, and suddenly stood up.