Ye Gui frowned and asked, "What's going on? Why are you being harassed?"
Master Abei said speechlessly: "Here's the thing, after you left, this old man became popular on the Internet, especially the fact that he used the money raised by netizens to repay the society, which caused an uproar!
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"Many official media have praised him, and they have also praised your Xinhuo Fund!"
"This makes those internet celebrities seem to have smelled the traffic and started looking for it one after another!"
"Now even their home address has been found out, and reporters have gone there!"
"Oh, by the way, there are a few awesome Internet celebrities who found the grave of the old man's wife and kowtowed live there!"
Ye Gui: "???"
Everyone: "???"
"Wang Defa, are these a bunch of lunatics?"
"A beggar of the new era, simply!"
"This is so shameless. It's true as the saying goes, whoever gives them traffic is their father!"
"My mother, can the old man bear this?"
Ye Gui didn't expect that just because of his kindness, he would cause so much trouble to the other party.
"Okay, I understand, tell me the address and I'll go see what's going on!"
Ye Gui got back on the motorcycle and had received the address sent to him by Master Abe on his mobile phone.
He rushed over quickly.
"Does the God of Cookery also want to take advantage of this wave of traffic?"
"Damn it, where's the brain? This wave of traffic was given by the God of Cookery. Does he still need to use it?"
"That's right. You said it's more reliable for the God of Cookery to rub against me than to rub against traffic!"
"Wake up, you are even more unreliable!"
"Fuck, the complainer has reported it!"
Ye Gui quickly arrived at the address given by Master Abe.
When he arrived at this urban village, he heard gongs and drums beating inside.
Good guy, this posture is full of gongs and drums and firecrackers.
Those who didn’t know thought someone’s family was having some happy event!
When Ye Guicai walked into the village, he saw a group of people standing in front of the old man's house like crazy, posing for photos.
Or chatting endlessly on the phone
"Family members, I've arrived at the door of the old man's house to deliver his love. Let's get the gifts ready!"
"Friends, if you get 100,000 likes, I will let you see the true face of the caring grandpa!"
Several people were talking loudly.
This completely captures the traffic password!
Ye Gui snorted and saw that several people had climbed up the wall and stood on the wall to broadcast live: "This is the old man's home. Ladies, if you swipe a yacht, I will jump in!"
They really don’t have any shame for traffic!
Ye Gui shook his head: "Crazy, all these people are crazy!"
He didn't know how his good life turned into this.
I don’t know how the old man is doing now!
By the way, where are the graves?
Ye Gui did not go in. Instead, he asked a villager and walked over after knowing where the villagers buried their people.
Just walking at the foot of the mountain, Ye Gui heard a very miserable cry.
"Damn it, this crying sound is a bit miserable!"
Ye Guihe's audience in the live broadcast room was shocked. It was like walking on the road in the middle of the night, and suddenly a gust of wind blew the big iron gate.
Blow the big iron gate and make a "waaaaah" sound.
That’s the sound!
Very scary and scary!
"At least this is a century-old rice dumpling!"
"That's right, hurry up and invite Uncle Ying!"
Ye Gui walked over and took a look, and saw three men and two women transformed into ghosts, kneeling in front of a grave and crying.
The sound of crying was so sad that it seemed as if the tears were being shed.
"Damn it, if nothing else, I can earn 100,000 yuan a month as a professional mourner with this skill!"
"This crying sound, I really can't cry without the whole family dying!"
The viewers in the live broadcast room turned their phones to silent in tears.
"you......"
Ye Gui was originally going to ask the old man where his wife's grave was, but suddenly he saw three mobile phones filming them from all angles.
Suddenly my head was filled with black lines.
He finally understood that these people were the ones broadcasting live broadcasts of mourning.
Several people looked up and said in surprise: "Master God of Cookery!"
"Damn it, it's the God of Cookery. My family members are saying that our "Weeping Grave" is awesome or not? It made the God of Cookery cry!"
Ye Gui: "???"
Everyone: "???"
Ye Gui was still speechless, and those few people said excitedly: "Family members, hurry up and launch the rocket yacht. With ten rockets, we will make the God of Cookery cry together!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
As expected, dozens of rockets flew up in the live broadcast room.
"That's enough, families, the ten rockets have arrived, and we will do what we say!"
Several people came to Ye Gui and said unceremoniously: "Master God of Cookery, the family members in the live broadcast room want to see you cry, why don't you come and cry to add to the fun!"