Make a living

Qi Yu had indeed planned for a long time.

His original plan was actually very simple, to file a case, conduct an injury appraisal, find evidence that could prove the assailant, report the case and arrest him, and then bring Zheng Haichuan to testify.

This is the fairest way for common people to seek justice.

But after listening to the tragedies that happened on the construction site told by the workers, and watching the video Luo Xiaojuan handed him of how Zheng Haichuan was bullied and beaten, he also found that Hanzi not only has serious injuries on his body, but also his face is swollen After being like a pig's head, Qi Yu didn't want to hand over these people so simply.

Whether it's the workers involved in the fight, the domineering foreman in the jacket, or the culprit behind the scenes, Chen, the culprit, he will strip them clean and have nowhere to hide.

"I want to post it online."

Qi Yu tapped lightly on the table with his index finger, his tone calm.

It's just that there was still a trace of hesitation in the eyes he looked at Zheng Haichuan.

If possible, Qi Yu actually doesn't really want Zheng Haichuan to participate in this matter again.After all, this is not a good thing worth publicizing. On the contrary, it will expose Zheng Haichuan's tragic situation and weaknesses, and it will also attract many doubts and attacks.

This idiot has lived a miserable life, he doesn't want to see the smile on this face disappear because of some irrelevant people.

But Qi Yu's worry was obviously unnecessary.

When the young man in front of him heard him say this, he didn't hesitate at all, and there was only surprise and admiration in his eyes.He even grabbed Qi Yu's hand excitedly and shook it, as if praising how he could come up with such a good idea.

"I can still broadcast live!"

Zheng Haichuan drew an inference, and said to Qi Yu with bright eyes, "I am willing to speak out publicly and confront them!"

Qi Yu patted the back of his hand angrily, "What's the rush?" This man is simply a single-minded person, he does everything recklessly!

"Sending the video is the first step," he continued to tap on the desktop, and pondered, "You only have a few fans, how many people can watch the live broadcast?"

"This matter has to wait for the public sentiment to ferment, and the attention is high, so that it will be easy to operate in the future..."

After Cheng Zijun listened to it, he clapped his hands suddenly: "Wonderful! If the matter escalates, we don't need to do anything at that time, and countless verbal criticisms can make those people come to a bad end!"

Gui Weiming also reacted: "This method is feasible! Now that the Internet is so developed and information is transparent everywhere, you can dig out any truth!"

Lu Jun also agreed: "Da Chuan is the one who suffers in the first place, so there is no need to be miserable, and it will be over if you tell the truth."

Qi Yu nodded.This is also his idea.

This idiot can just be himself.No need to think about any means.

The most authentic is the most touching, isn't it?

"Speaking of which, I didn't learn how to play this short video live broadcast until I learned that Dachuan made videos!" Gui Weiming also took out his mobile phone with great interest at this time, and showed everyone, "Now I am also a blogger There are many fans, and I will forward it to Dachuan at that time!"

"Hey, Uncle Weiming, you can do it, you are in your forties, and you are still at the forefront of the times!" Cheng Zijun craned his neck curiously to look at Gui Weiming's account, but he didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, he has also been the top brother of many beautiful sisters, and he knows how difficult it is to gain traffic in the video self-media nowadays.It's not by selling laughs and revealing meat, or by creating hot topics. How can ordinary people gain fans so easily?

I'm afraid Uncle Weiming is similar to that Brother Dachuan, he has a few hundred fans, right?Cheng Zijun shook his head secretly.Heh heh, it seems like he still needs to be successful in order to settle this matter!

Just as Cheng Zijun was thinking about how to share his contacts in the live broadcasting industry with Versailles, he heard Zheng Haichuan across the table shout in a simple and amazed tone: "Wow! Boss Gui, you actually have more than 20 fans." ? Then you are a big internet celebrity!"

wait, what? More than 20?

Cheng Zijun immediately lifted the sunglasses that had just been placed on the bridge of his nose to the top of his head again, and took a closer look.

Damn, it really has tens of thousands of fans!

"...Uncle Wei Ming," Cheng Zijun stood up on tiptoe, and patted the tall and strong middle-aged man earnestly. With Gui Weiming's iconic beard on the cover of the video, he thought Boss Gui had attracted so many fans because of some macho gimmick.

"I've wronged you, you big-headed ghost!"

Gui Weiming slapped Cheng Zijun angrily, and then raised his chin triumphantly, "I just pat casually, but I didn't expect many people to be willing to watch it, and there are so many fans without knowing it."

Qi Yu thought to himself, these words are a bit irritating.

He couldn't help looking at Zheng Haichuan again, but it's no surprise that this fool was not stimulated at all.On the contrary, I was very happy for Gui Weiming, and asked with a grin, "Boss Gui, what did you shoot? Hey, I will pay attention immediately and learn from you!"

More than 20 fans!

Even if one person tipped fifty cents, it would be enough for him to earn one or two years' salary!

"Hey, just shoot blindly." Gui Weiming was a little embarrassed to see Zheng Haichuan learning from him so sincerely, "Aren't I going to collect rent every month? Anyway, walking around the streets is quite boring, so just Grab your phone and take a picture."

"I don't know why later, but many people wanted to see the process of my rent collection, and asked about the rent, so I will answer it by the way." Gui Weiming rubbed his beard, "Don't say it, this method is still good. It’s very useful! I’ve even rented out several vacant houses through it.”

"……ox!"

Cheng Zijun gave a thumbs up, convinced that he was speechless, "Uncle Wei Ming, you have deeply grasped the pain points of contemporary young people who have no money but want to be charterers!"

"It's hard to be unreasonable if you don't fire!"

"But the process of collecting money is the same every time, what's so interesting?" Gui Weiming really didn't understand, "It's better to pat Teacher Lu to write and recite poems!"

"These kids, surfing the Internet every day for some and nothing, wouldn't it be good to cultivate a little more culture?!"

Lu Jun blushed when he heard it.

He couldn't help tugging on Gui Weiming's apron belt a few times, and scolded in a low voice, "Ah Wei, stop talking nonsense! I'm just entertaining myself, I'm not on the stage."

""Why can't you get on the stage? "

Gui Weiming was most displeased to hear Lu Jun belittle himself so much.

Seeing that Lu Jun still didn't approve, he simply took out the memo on his mobile phone and yelled for everyone to testify, "Listen, this poem, isn't it good?"

It was the hottest time of the day in the urban village just after noon.

The young people who went to work had already scattered all over the city early in the morning, but there were still many people staying in the village, crowded, wandering, and shouting.

They played poker in twos and threes, and took a nap on the handwritten job advertisement rack. The fastest man got the opportunity to move the furniture. In the time of a cigarette, he hunched over from the old building without elevators. A refrigerator dangled down.

In the vegetable market, a woman with a child in her arms has been standing in front of the stall for 10 cents. The brother who butchered the fish secretly put the fish bubbles into the pocket of the regular customer and got a pear that was stuffed in.The blue and yellow helmets shuttled through the maze-like streets, like beans being chased, drilling into the depths of the next maze under the urging of the countdown.

In such an ordinary and lively noon, in a small restaurant, the middle-aged boss with beards was leaning against the checkout counter, with one arm resting on the shoulder of a gentle and thin man, and one hand holding his mobile phone high.

Regardless of the obstruction of the people around him, he used a hoarse voice seriously, and read aloud word by word——

"The city is raining protractedly

From the ground, down to the sky

Irrigation is full of assembly lines and roaring machines

The flowing people rolled in the roar, staggering and being washed away by the flowing water

Rush to the next station, the next production line, the next floor

until the water fills the roof

The screw shattered the hand bone and the glue stuck it back together

The file strings the calluses into a leather case

When the night wind blows, it dries

Red paint covered with sweat and fingerprints

paint always dries

like people

When the tide rises, the seaweed is soaked

There's a new wave under the hat

The waves are constantly beating against the shore, beating against the parts of the flowing water

The parts are assembled

Assembled into an invisible ship

Tested, passed, stamped

honk to the machine

Then, in twisting of dies and gears

twist out a fish made of iron

Like the thousands of fish made of iron in this city

they flow into the sea

they are muddy

They were in the red hot boiler water

jumped up

Melted into the sun on the horizon..."

The sun outside was very strong, but there seemed to be a layer of moisture in the air.

The street was still noisy and noisy, but in the Guijia restaurant, only the creaking of the range hood and the fan could be heard for a while, and it was quiet for a while.

Until the paper box beside the dining table was picked up by a slender hand.

His bony fingers brushed and pulled two tissue papers, and pressed them on the face of the young man who sat there dumbfounded after listening to the poem.

"Teacher Lu."

Qi Yu covered Zheng Haichuan's teary eyes at some point, and drew everyone's attention to himself.

"When the time comes, I will trouble you with the copywriting work."