"What's wrong with Weibo?" Xiu Yan pulled the hair that was floating to his lips behind his ears, carelessly, "Are they my black fans?"

"It's not a day or two for them to make a fuss."

Even Xie Manyu and Shang Yaozhi have black fans.

She entered the entertainment industry as the eldest lady of the Xiu family, and there were already many criticisms, and many people criticized her.

But most of them, they couldn't eat grapes and said that the grapes were sour, so she didn't mind at all.

"Are the black fans making a fuss?" Hearing this, Brother Chen was angry and laughed, "Miss Xiu, if it weren't for the company's public relations department that was ready in time, let alone the black fans, passers-by will come to take you!"

Xiu Yan's smile then closed: "What's going on?"

She hasn't paid much attention to her passerby.

After all, she is an idol and relies on fans to vote.

Passersby at most say that she is pretty and will not spend money on her.

But her passerby did collapse once, the last time she was kicked out of the training camp.

Originally, she didn't want to do anything to Ying Zijin.

A countryman who had no background and was kicked out of Ying's family, let alone any threat to her, was not even worthy of being mentioned with her.

Xiu Yu is the person she really wants to be afraid of.

But she lost her face because of Ying Zijin, so she couldn't swallow her tone and wanted to take revenge.

Although Xiuyan has only been in the entertainment industry for more than a year, she understands the entertainment industry very well.

White can be said to be black, even if it is clarified in the end, there are still black spots.

"This Weibo post was posted by you, right?" Brother Chen threw his phone to her, "You didn't understand the facts and posted a edited video. What do you want to do?"

Xiu Yan heard the beginning and knew what was going on.

She frowned and took the phone and took a look.

It's a screenshot, and the person who took the screenshot also circled the nickname of the person who posted on Weibo with a red pen.

Such a nickname will only be a fan of Xiuyan.

Xiuyan pulled up and saw the full content of this Weibo post.

[@吧子子v: I want to give you a fan of the fans of a wealthy lady. The official has issued a statement saying that it is to eliminate violence and safeguard the good. Why are these fans still trying to criticize the real scholarly gods of a wealthy lady?]

There are two other screenshots below.

One is the Weibo post of the Youth Small Newspaper.

Another is a screenshot of the hot search list.

no.9    #Ying Zijin, eliminate violence and maintain good fortune#

no.17    #Ying Zijin, kill someone to the hospital#

The two hot searches were combined together, and they slapped Xiu Yan's face like a slap.

Especially, the comments from netizens below.

[It's so funny that people laugh. Are fans' IQs negative these days?]

[Forget it if you deliberately blacked the god of Ying, the question is whether you can blacken it before the truth comes out? Do you know that after reading the Weibo of Youth Daily and looking at you fans, you all think you are like a joke.]

[I wonder if this wealthy lady Xiuyan, besides her family background, can she compare with Ying Shen? Her appearance? Not worthy or not.]

Xiu Yan's eyes changed instantly.

When Brother Chen saw her, he knew that she had finished watching it. He shook his head repeatedly: "Do you know that you almost couldn't make it in the entertainment industry?"

"How could the clarification be so fast?" Xiu Yan didn't dare to look at it anymore. She tried hard to calm down her slightly trembling voice, "It's only an hour passed!"

Even the strongest public relations team can't move so quickly.

How can Ying Zijin do not know the entertainment industry?

"Do you really think it's a clarification?" Brother Chen sighed, "Do you know? Your fans were all deleted within twenty minutes after they posted the video, and they couldn't even make public opinion."

"Most netizens didn't see her being hacked, they only saw her being praised. You don't really think that your methods have succeeded, right?"

Hearing this, Xiu Yan's expression finally shattered: "This is impossible!"

"No matter whether it is possible, things have happened." Brother Chen closed the computer, "Don't underestimate amateurs. Nowadays, netizens prefer powerful but low-key amateurs."

He reminded him: "Far away from this Ying Zijin in the future, otherwise you won't know how you are going wrong."

Xiu Yan pursed her lips: "Then the impact of this incident on me..."

"The company promptly let the anti-black wall hang your fans," said Brother Chen, "It is said that they are black-skinned sent by the opponent, but your passers-by still collapses a little, so you must restore your reputation as soon as possible."

Xiu Yan then breathed a sigh of relief and laughed again: "The filming of "Youth 202" is about to start during the winter vacation, and I will do a charity later."

Brother Chen said nothing and nodded.

Xiuyan pinched her palms, but her mood could not calm down.

But she finally realized that Ying Zijin was not simple, otherwise it would be impossible to detect and fight back quickly.

It seems that she can only start with Xiu Yu herself when dealing with Xiu Yu.

Xiuyan lowered her eyelashes, covering the emotions in her eyes.

**

Things on the Internet have not affected Ying Zijin at all.

She rested for more than ten days, and finally lived the retirement life she wanted.

The fifth member of the ancestral home who lives in his ancestral home will not go out to buy vegetables and sell meat. He raises cattle and horses in the house and grows a lot of vegetables.

Feng Shui nourishes people, Ying Zijin feels that her skin has improved a lot recently.

But this kind of elderly care life ended soon.

After the medicinal power of Lingbao Ginseng was completely absorbed by the body, the body's origin was also well restored, which means that it was time for her to return to Shanghai.

After leaving Shanghai for so long, although she still videos with Wen Fengmian and Mr. Zhong every day, the two of them were still worried about her.

Moreover, the Youth Small Newspaper really sent the banner.

The banner was delivered to the Wen family, and Mr. Zhong happened to be there. He was so happy that he held the banner and looked at it for a long time.

"Uncle Zhong likes it, just take it back." Wen Fengmian smiled, "It's small and it's not easy to put it on."

"That's good, that's good." Old Master Zhong did not refuse, "I just hang it in my study and can see it every day."

He wished that the whole world would know that his granddaughter was really amazing and could still act bravely.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhong was worried and sent another WeChat message to Ying Zijin.

[Zi Jin, if you encounter such a thing in the future, it is better for you to run as a girl.]

There was a reply there soon.

[Grandpa Don't worry, if there is such a thing in the future, I will definitely take it lightly.]

Mr. Zhong: “…”

Mistakes.

He almost forgot that one of his granddaughters beat ten of them.

What he should be worried about is being beaten.

Mr. Zhong put away the banner, left the Wen family, and went to the Fu family specifically to show off for Mr. Fu for a while.

Mr. Fu lies on the rocking chair with half-squinted eyes, nodding repeatedly when he heard it.

Now, the grandson-daughter-in-law he likes is good at, and he can control his Xiaoqi in the future.

His vision was indeed very good this time.

Of course, Mr. Fu still didn't express this idea.

"Old man Fu, are you not in good spirits recently?" Mr. Zhong looked at his face and was suspicious. "You played chess with me last time, and then you fell asleep."

"I'm old, just like that. No one wants to go to the hospital. Anyway, it's nothing." Mr. Fu didn't care much, "I'm not better than you. I'm so old and the Lion Roaring skills are even stronger."

"Bah," Mr. Zhong was furious, "If I had a strong lion roar, you would have dared to steal my snacks at the beginning."

It’s rare, Mr. Fu did not quarrel with him this time, but instead smiled: “I miss the past quite a bit.”

"Give me a generous reply today. This is the tea bag my granddaughter gave me." Mr. Zhong frowned and took out a bag from his pocket. "You can strengthen your body, soak and drink every day, and then practice Tai Chi with me in the morning."

Mr. Fu glanced at him and took it.

He had no nerve to say that he had this tea bag, too.

After saying that, Mr. Zhong can chase him and beat him.

"Okay, I'll show it to you." Mr. Zhong rolled up a banner, "If you are sleepy, just go to bed. I'll go home first."

Mr. Fu nodded and lay back on the rocking chair.
To be continued...