Jiang Sen hung up the phone and felt that Brother Hui must have hacked the money from the simplified version of "My Wife Is a Goddess", but because there was no evidence, and he really didn't want to do anything else now, thinking about it carefully, it might as well just let it go. After all, the simplified copyright of "My Wife Is a Goddess" is originally in the hands of Xingxingxing Chinese Network, and the signing time of the book is earlier than the signing time of the contract of sale, so it doesn't matter whether it is black or not. And presumably after this education, Brother Hui should be able to accept the reality.
It seems that this time, fortunately, the "national team" came off the field, and the situation was finally brought under control. Otherwise, with the beating nature of that bullen.com, I am afraid that in order to get rid of the website, they can do anything - including doing math problems! This time he competed with Yuan Han's snipe and clam, and was almost stewed. Yuan Han was fine. After all, he had millions of fans all over the country to support him. No matter how he was hacked, he still had the capital, the market, and even some unspeakable domestic and foreign forces who were willing to pay for him.
But if his 2022 gentleman's vest really stinks, it will probably really stink to the end. The support for him from the city and the district is also limited. The county and township probably don't have the strength and thought, only Qingshan Village, maybe someone is willing to fight for him. But how can a small village fight against the power of public opinion on the Internet?
Maybe it's going to ruin Qingshan Village
It doesn't take many tricks, just report on Jiang Abao for half a month, and the image of Qingmin Township can be completely destroyed.
"Alas" Jiang Sen sighed.
Fortunately, this time, by mistake, I took a car in the district. If it weren't for the small coffers of so many units behind Oucheng Xiongwen Book Publishing Company, it would be impossible for the Dongou City Economic Investigation Detachment to go across provinces in the middle of the night to arrest people.
But having said that, Shencheng, this time, is really cooperative enough to say
what's the situation? Johnson has heard about this kind of relationship between localities, where competition outweighs cooperation, but he has never actually come into contact with it. The scenes he had seen in his previous life were still too low-level, and people at the division level were the ceilings he had encountered. Super bosses like Zhou Naixun, he could only see this time with his Olympic-level physique.
Forget it, don't want to.
These things are too far away from him. Little Fairy Rongrong is right to remind him that the most important thing is to study with peace of mind.
Anyway, he didn't lose half of the meat this time, but picked up an extra million.
Regardless of whether the million should belong to him in the first place or not, one must always keep in mind that only the ones that have fallen into one¡¯s own pockets are truly one¡¯s own. Those seemingly floating numbers are in essence floating clouds and cannot be taken seriously.
After finishing the exam early in the morning, Jiang Sen returned to the dormitory and finished the last set of biology test papers he bought last year before going out for lunch. I masturbated Binbin for half an hour at noon, and only lay down for an afternoon nap at half past twelve. He fell asleep for an hour at a time, and woke up in the early half past one, and everyone in the dormitory was already awake. Jiang Sen lifted the thin blanket, sat up quickly on the bed with only a mat, then bent down to take out the washbasin from under the bed, trotted to the water room, and hurriedly washed his face.
Ten minutes later, he and Hu Qi sat in the dilapidated classroom of the laboratory building.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the last biology exam in the second year of high school finally arrived as the bell rang.
In the quiet campus, only Jiang Sen and his group of sophomores were left. The weekends of the junior high school are closed, the first year of senior high school will not take the test until next week, and the third year of senior high school will take the test last semester. The learning rhythms of different grades are a bit staggered.
Just like the outside world, some people become famous before the age of twenty, some people start their real careers after the age of forty, some people live to be over one hundred years old and die, and all their children and grandchildren die. There are also people who die before the age of thirty. The encounters in life are so ever-changing that even people who have been together day and night may not be on the same runway at all when they look back after a few years. And if we take the current situation on the Internet as an example, this phenomenon becomes even more obvious.
After the general manager of Niuren.com was arrested last night, starting this morning, the last batch of hired sailors on the Internet almost completely quit the battlefield because they could not receive money. Immediately, the group of litigants who stood up for Lu Jinbo took the place of the leaders of these navy troops. But the way the litigants stir up shit is obviously different from that of the navy. By noon, the form of scolding on the Internet has changed from various "grass mud horses" to politely presenting facts and reasoning.
Of course, the facts must be facts that are beneficial to litigators, and the truth must be in favor of them. Just purely in terms of combat effectiveness, the litigants really can't compare with professional sailors. The most paradoxical thing is that under the guidance of this group of litigants, the arguments between Jiang Sen and Yuan Han's fans became more intense.??On the sofa in the living room, and then went to his parents' bedroom, and saw his father sitting in front of the computer, his mother standing aside, the two looked very unfriendly.
"come here."
"What's wrong?"
"Come here!" Ji Xianxi's father roared angrily.
Ji Xianxi walked forward slowly.
I saw his dad dragging the mouse and clicking on my computer.
"The study materials here are all saved by you, right?"
The mouse clicked layer by layer on the screen, e-disk, learning materials, Japanese learning materials, Mr. Hatano
Ji Xianxi's heart beat faster, his blood was slowly cooling down, and his face was pale.
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