Chapter 130 Court Summons

Magic City, Ma Bao's home.

"Click, click."

Ma Baoan is sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard skillfully. He is summing up his experience for this incident, which is also his habit.

Every time after leading the rhythm online, no matter whether it was successful or not, he would conduct a "tactical summary" in order to achieve a better result next time.

"Lao Ma, dinner is ready." My wife called from outside.

"Coming, coming." Ma Baoan stretched and stopped what he was doing.

When he came to the restaurant and looked at the sumptuous dinner on the table, he raised a smile on his lips and asked his wife:

"Did you buy the champagne?"

"I bought it." The wife nodded, but her expression was a little hesitant: "Lao Ma, why don't you find a serious job. Doing this kind of thing all the time makes me feel a little uneasy."

"Okay, okay, stop nagging." Ma Baoan was a little impatient.

Looking at his wife who was hesitant to speak, he frowned and reprimanded: "How can you make money quickly from a serious job? I used to serialize novels online and type the keyboard exhaustingly every day. How much money did I get from my subscription income?

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"What kind of hard life did you live with me at that time? The two of us were crowded in a cramped basement, and we didn't see any meat for more than half a month. Look at our life now." Ma Baoan pointed to the apartment.

of high-end furniture.

"Although life was hard at that time, I felt at ease." My wife continued to advise: "If I had cared about these material things, I would not have chosen to marry you in the first place."

"You don't care, but I do!" Ma Baoan said with a ferocious face: "I am also forced by the dog-day life. We are all human beings. Why should we worry about our livelihood?"

"But you are now taking a road of no return..." The wife looked sad.

"Okay, okay, I know you are worried about me." Ma Baoan patted his wife on the shoulder and comforted him: "After working for another two years and saving up some wealth, I will wash my hands of myself."

"Today's harvest is good. Let's not talk about these unhappy things. Let's eat first, okay?"

In front of the dining table.

Ma Baoan sat at the main seat, opened the champagne on the table, and listened to the crisp sound when the cork was unscrewed. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a look of intoxication on his face.

Well, champagne is the winner's party.

In fact, when he first entered this industry, he was indeed forced by life, but after successfully setting the rhythm a few times, he gradually became addicted to it and enjoyed the pleasure of guiding the public's emotions.

Ma Baoan turned out to be just a loser in life. He worked hard every day but could not earn much money. His life was miserable. In the prosperous metropolis of the Magic City, he was as lost as a lost dog.

But guiding public opinion online and criticizing facts actually made him experience the feeling of guiding the country.

Especially criticizing celebrities and overthrowing authority, which are classes that he is far out of touch with in real life, will make him feel happy from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He thinks this is the experience of "being superior to others".

After taking a sip of champagne, Ma Baoan lit another imported cigar for himself, silently experiencing the pleasure of successfully guiding public opinion once again.

"We are eating, so you can't stop smoking." The wife complained beside her.

"It'll be over in a while." Ma Baoan changed the topic perfunctorily: "It's time for the evening news. Go turn on the TV and tune it to Shanghai TV."

"I know." The wife reluctantly walked to the living room.

She knew that her husband was collecting material again, and wanted to see what "news events" were popular on the evening news.

Looking at his wife's back walking towards the living room, Ma Baoan frowned secretly.

My wife is over thirty, but she still doesn't know how to take good care of herself. Now her figure is out of shape, her skin has lost its luster and become rough, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes have become more obvious.

In particular, she dictates her daily life and feels that her current job is not serious. She often complains that he smokes and fails to give birth to a son or a half.

Thinking of the huge fortune he was about to get, Ma Baoan suddenly had a bold idea in his mind——

Should he change his lifestyle?

After turning on the TV, his wife returned to the dining table. Ma Baoan's eyes were a little wandering. Worried that his wife would notice something unusual, he quickly turned his attention to the news.

And now the news channel of Magic City TV is inserting the news about Wen Yan’s interview:

"First of all, the recommended students of Magic Art must pass the independent admissions examination. There is a series of rigorous procedures. If you want to get a place, you must naturally fight for it based on your strength."

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"If you have ambitions, you will only grow older. Without ambitions, you will live a hundred years. For some people who claim to be education commentators and folk music critics, I just want to ask them one question. Does he understand the recommendation process?"

Seeing the young man chatting on TV, Ma Baoan curled up his lips. He didn't understand the recommendation process, but neither did the vast majority of people on the Internet!

This is not a formal debate competition. He is here specifically to compete and heat up the topic. As long as the topic is popular and attracts the attention of netizens, he will definitely make money.

And the people on the Internet are mostly just watching the fun. Who has the time to care about whether the delivery process of your magic art is formal?

Continue to watch Wen Yan’s answer about song copyright on TV:

"The copyright of lyrics and music is an extremely sacred thing for musicians. Professors of magic arts have their own ethics and it is impossible for them to do such a shady thing."

Ma Baoan took a puff of his cigar, and a flash of contempt flashed across his face. He felt that Wen Yan was really naive.

He can continue to guide, saying that there is a shady transaction of power and money, and wants to talk about ethics with the people on the Internet?

Haha, that's really funny.

As a professional troll who often guides public opinion, Ma Baoan understands the habits of netizens very well. Often, what they want to see is not the truth of the matter.

On the contrary, it is a topic that is novel, interesting and explosive enough to satisfy their curiosity and help them pass the boring time of fishing at work.

Compared with the ethics of the magic arts professor, they are more willing to believe in the power of money's ability!

Seeing this, Ma Baoan was already making plans in his mind, thinking about how to expose the ugly faces of Wen Yan and Magic Art Leader after dinner, and bring justice to the public.

Well, to judge others by oneself, he also believed in his heart that Wen Yan's works were bought from the songwriters with the help of his family's financial resources.

But after hearing Wen Yan's next words, his expression changed:

"The copyright of these songs was registered five years ago. At that time, I was still in high school and I didn't know the magic arts professor at all. This can be verified by the copyright department of the Literary and Art Association."

The copyright was actually registered. The Literary and Art Association is an official and authoritative organization. He didn't dare to hack this casually. Ma Baoan took a breath of cigar silently, feeling suddenly panicked in his heart.

No, no, although the Literary and Art Association cannot be hacked, I can also express it implicitly. He bought the unregistered copyright works from the songwriters in advance, and then registered them with the Literary and Art Association.

Well, don't panic, don't panic, I still have room to argue.

But a gentle voice came from the TV:

"When I was seven years old, my piano skills reached a professional level."

"I have registered a level with the Music Association, and there is a specific date on it."

"Ahem." The cigar smoke ran out, and Ma Baoan kept coughing.

His face became extremely gloomy. He had a professional piano playing level that money could not buy. There was no loophole to set the rhythm!

However, piano playing level cannot represent creative ability!

"Yes, yes, I can still continue to question him." Ma Baoan showed his professionalism of finding fault with others.

But the female voice that broke in next broke his fantasy:

"Principal Li, the Music Association has sent an invitation to the Golden Hall to Wen Yan, a classmate of our school, and wants him to play his composition - Wedding in a Dream at the opening ceremony of the music festival in June."

Well, Shanghai TV did not cut off this "interview incident".

After hearing this, Ma Baoan suddenly put out his cigar in the ashtray, breathing heavily.

This is simply a three-dimensional defense. How can he be so black?

"Lao Ma is in trouble." My wife, who had been quietly browsing the Internet since she saw the news, suddenly urged in a panic: "Look at this news released by the Literary and Art Association."

Ma Baoan realized something was wrong. He took his wife's cell phone and his body was shaking. This was the news posted by the official tribal account of the Literary and Art Association.

The title quotes a famous quote from an interview with Wen Yan: "If you have ambitions, you will never grow old!"

This update did not mention the public controversy on the Internet about the authenticity of the "recommended student quota", but simply mentioned the music festival held in the Golden Hall in June this year, as well as the personal information of the opening ceremony performers.

And the name of this performer is clearly - Wen Yan!

There are also several pictures below, which are the songs Wen Yan wrote for Zhao Wanqi, the specific registration information of the copyright, and the copyright of "Wedding in a Dream" that will be performed at the Golden Hall.

This development seems to be just to reveal to the public the specific information about the performers of this year's music festival, but Ma Baoan knows that it is not that simple.

This is the Literary and Art Association testifying to Wen Yan, another form of support!

Is the energy of magic art so powerful? Cold sweat broke out on Ma Baoan's forehead.

The Huaxia Literary and Art Association controls domestic news dissemination, public opinion propaganda, social education, culture and entertainment, and social services. It can be said that the scope of its functions is very wide.

Even if Magic Arts is a century-old prestigious school, it won't be able to affect the Literary and Art Association.

It is really incredible that such a powerful organization would come forward to endorse a young man because of public opinion on the Internet.

The name of the Literary and Art Association made Ma Baoan gradually regain his senses, and he couldn't help but regret his previous behavior.

To be honest, he didn't want to touch the porcelain magic art at first, after all, the influence of the century-old prestigious school was there.

He mentioned Wen Yan's recommendation of a quota, just to prove that Zhao Wanqi's character was false, to fuel the rumors that she was being supported by her sponsor, and to complete the task she received from her employer.

However, with the increase in negative comments online and the failure of Moyi to clarify in time, he became more and more certain that there must be something fishy about Wen Yan's recommended quota.

Seeing the sudden increase in popularity of the topic in a short period of time, he gradually couldn't control the greed in his heart, and kept hinting to himself that since the recommended quota was really high, the eighth-level magician would feel guilty.

This is the reason why he dares to post on hot topics in society and guide public opinion against a century-old prestigious school.

In the past, he only followed the lead of entertainment industry artists, or discredited the products of local private companies. Official agencies were too lazy to deal with him and let him do whatever he wanted online.

Those who are willing to quarrel with him are mostly die-hard fans of artists. Even if these people are relatively large in number, they cannot have any real impact on him through the Internet.

With success after success, his self-confidence gradually expanded, thinking that there was no rhythm that he could not lead.

If there is, he thinks there is only one possibility - that is, the employer does not give enough money.

If he doesn't get enough benefits, of course he won't bother to waste time.

But this news from the Literary and Art Association gave him a heads-up and made him gradually wake up.

This time the finger is pointed at Wen Yan, and the problem of touching porcelain magic art seems to be a bit serious...

He's done it!

Ma Baoan opened the comment area with trembling fingers:

[I have long said that Ma Baoan’s post was a rumor to stir up trouble, but unfortunately no one believed me. How could a prestigious school like Magic Arts have a problem with the number of recommended students? 】

[Now I want to scold that guy to death for posting random rhythms on the Internet, which almost made me lose confidence in magic. 】

[Ma Baoan, that scumbag in the world, still claims to be an education critic. In fact, he is a frog in the well. Can't he be sent out at the age of fourteen? Who are you looking down on? I was admitted to Beijing University at the age of twelve, am I proud?

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[The person upstairs boasted so much that I want to give you a score of 93.3334. Please let me make up the rest later in the form of 6.6666.]

[I just watched the news channel of Shanghai TV. This little brother named Wen Yan is not only an academic master, but his looks are as good as those of film and television stars. He is a handsome guy. I love him. I read the comments about him on the Internet.

His piano playing skills are at a professional level, so his fingers must be very flexible... shyjpg.]

[I don’t care about the occasion when I’m in heat upstairs. This is the tribal account of the Literary and Art Association. How can you be like this... By the way, if you play the piano well, your fingering is really good? 】

[Everyone join me to attack Ma Laogou’s tribe account. Netizens will punish such a heartless guy. 】

[Looking at this update from the Literary and Art Association, Ma Laogou is probably going to cool down. Come with me and have fun while it’s hot.]

"Bang!" Ma Baoan slammed the phone to the ground.

"A bunch of weaklings who just follow the wind. I don't know who was waving the flag behind me to cheer me up, saying that I am unconscionable? You are not a good thing!"

"Okay, calm down, calm down, I've told you a long time ago not to create public opinion to smear my family, but you just don't listen. These top schools, without a few powerful alumni, can let you do whatever you want.

Slanderous?"

The wife picked up the mobile phone on the ground, with a flash of distress in her eyes. This mobile phone had been with her for more than two years.

"Are you here to add insult to injury?" Ma Baoan was furious and helpless.

"Oh, please delete the previous post quickly." My wife advised: "Apologise to me more seriously and see if you can make up for it."

"Apologise? It's impossible for me to apologize to them. If I apologize now, those fans who follow me will think that I have given up, and all my previous efforts will be in vain."

Ma Baoan's face was ferocious: "I would rather go to court with them. How much money can I lose in a lawsuit?"

He previously spread rumors about a poverty alleviation project in a certain county, saying that the oranges produced there contained a large number of parasites, which would affect the physical development of children after eating them. He was even sued by the local administrative agency, and in the end he lost 230,000 yuan.

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By the way, delete the post, and if he is honest for a few days, this matter will definitely go away.

But when he took out his mobile phone to log in to the tribe account and saw the message reminder above, Ma Baoan's vision suddenly went dark, his legs became weak and he stumbled to the ground.

"What's wrong with you, Ma?" the wife exclaimed.

"Impossible, impossible..." Ma Baoan's eyes were dull and his face was slumped: "My account will not be blocked, it will not be blocked."

His fan following has exceeded the 4 million mark, how could he be blocked without saying a word!

He hasn't had time to monetize his traffic yet.

He is an account that can generate hundreds of thousands of benefits by just accepting a few advertisements.

However, good luck never comes alone, and before he could get over the blow of his account being suspended, the knock on the door rang again.

five minutes later.

Ma Baoan sat slumped on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, while his wife sat beside him and sobbed softly.

There is an envelope on the coffee table, and inside it is...

Court summons.

Ma Baoan pushed himself up and took out a pack of old cigarettes from under the coffee table. He lit it for himself with trembling fingers. This time he didn't want to smoke a cigar.

The pack of cigarettes in his hand was the Shiqu he used to satisfy his cravings when he was serializing online articles. He suddenly missed his old self.

That sunny young man who down-to-earthly believed that hard work would be rewarded.

"It's now here, and you still have the heart to smoke." The wife complained from the side: "I told you to find a serious job, but you just didn't listen, you just didn't listen, now it's better...

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Her voice stopped suddenly, because through the thick smoke, she saw that her husband seemed to be more than ten years older at this moment.

And, tears streamed down my face.

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