That night, in an ordinary rental house, an unkempt, stubble-faced, obese, foot-picking man was sitting in front of his computer, frantically spreading rumors and causing trouble on the Internet, attacking Qingcheng Skin Care Company.
"Qingcheng Skin Care Company produces carcinogenic products, and consumers have been infected! Please do not buy it!"
"It is said that Qingcheng Skincare refuses to admit its fault! It is also planning to prosecute the whistleblower. It is really too much! It is simply shameless, corrupts morals, and corrupts international influence. It is simply a human face with an animal heart, and it has lost all conscience and destroyed the dignity of human society!"
“Everyone should unite and resist unscrupulous companies with all their strength! The scandal of Qingcheng Skin Care was posted online and @ the entire website and forum. Now netizens across the country know their ugly face, and the reputation of Qingcheng Skin Care Company will be completely destroyed.
Destroyed."
"I hope the relevant departments will investigate this matter thoroughly! It must be handled impartially!"
"I hope the relevant departments will catch your criminal evidence as soon as possible!"
...
The foot-picking uncle posted a denunciation on Weibo, and the rumors were baseless and completely fabricated.
Just as the foot-picking uncle was enjoying himself, suddenly, there was a strange noise and a "bang" sound, and someone kicked the door of the rental house to pieces.
"Should I go? Demolish the house? What bastard broke down my door? If the things are broken, the landlord wants me to compensate..."
At this time, the foot-picking uncle was so angry that he put down the keyboard and stood up angrily.
At this moment, a young man with a cold face appeared at the door. He had a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes were full of coldness.
The person who appeared at this time was none other than Ye Fan.
Long Wu told him the address of the rumor maker.
And the foot-picking uncle in front of me is the one who spreads rumors on the Internet to cause trouble and slander the reputation of Qingcheng Skin Care.
The foot-picking uncle scolded angrily, "You brat! Who are you? You broke my door! You have to pay for it. If you don't pay for it, I'll be rude to you!"
At this time, Ye Fan sneered disdainfully and asked coldly: "How much do you want me to compensate you?"
I saw the foot-picking uncle Xiong opened his mouth and extorted directly: "I don't want much! Ten thousand yuan!"
"no problem!"
Ye Fan agreed on the spot.
Well?
The foot-picking uncle looked slightly startled. He never thought that Mark would agree so readily.
Damn it! If I had known this, I would have offered a price of 100,000 yuan just now!
That’s sloppy! I’m really sloppy!
At this time, the uncle who picked his feet secretly complained in his heart.
But with 10,000 yuan, he was satisfied, because even if he replaced the entire door, it would only cost about 1,000 yuan.
The other party is willing to give 10,000, and he earns 9,000 with blood!
Ever since, the foot-picking uncle stretched out his hand and asked: "You brat! Since you agreed to compensate, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and give me the money!"
"Okay! I'll pay it to you right now!"
Finished!
Ye Fan suddenly rushed forward, and without saying a word, punched the foot-picking uncle in the face.
And it's the kind that kills with one hit, leaving no room for death at all.
The foot-picking uncle didn't react at all. He only felt a tearing pain on his face, and then his whole face was swollen and even his entire lip was broken.
Soon, a sharp pain hit his whole body, so painful that he almost fainted on the spot.
"Ouch..."
The foot-picking uncle let out a scream. The sound was a hundred times worse than killing a pig.
I saw the foot-picking uncle holding back the pain. His eyes were full of anger, and he wanted to cut the opponent into pieces immediately.
"You...have you eaten the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage? How dare you hit me?"
I saw a playful sneer at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and said lightly: "Uncle, didn't you just say you wanted me to compensate you 10,000? My punch is worth 10,000! I'm in a good mood today! I'll give you another 10,000!"
Finished!
Ye Fan said nothing, then swung his fist again and hit the foot-picking uncle in the abdomen.