2, Misogynist Me

Porsche Panamera, Song Wenbin didn't react for a while. When he reacted and took a closer look, he found that his live broadcast room had indeed been blocked. This surprised him greatly. He asked himself whether

There is no color or vulgar content, so why was the live broadcast room banned?

Unwilling to do so, he immediately applied for unblocking, and then made a phone call to the boss of his live broadcast company.

As a moderate Internet celebrity, Song Wenbin also has one million fans on the Internet. His call was quickly answered, but the attitude of the person who answered the phone did not sound so friendly.

"Master Li, what do you think is going on?"

Song Wenbin asked inexplicably: "I was doing outdoor work on Jiangnan Road, and the live broadcast room was suddenly blocked."

A hoarse and helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "There are so many people reporting it! Xiao Song, how many times have I told you, how many times have I told you, just do it outdoors, pick up girls and play with cars, just forget it.

Please don't do all those bad things for me, okay? I'm annoying the audience and they're annoying too!"

Song Wenbin was not angry, so he asked: "What did I do? I didn't mess around, and I didn't do anything."

"I'd rather just sit around and fuck around!"

An angry voice came from the phone: "It's all trivial matters. Look at you, do you know what you are doing in the live broadcast room?"

"Say you affect social harmony!"

Song Wenbin took a breath of air, immediately opened Douyin, and typed in "misogynistic me." Sure enough, his million-fan account named "misogynistic me" had no news. He has been live broadcasting for so many years, and this has never happened before.

The swiftness and speed of the ban did not even give him a chance to explain or argue, and he was simply banned.

The visitor was Song Wenbin’s good friend, Ma Qiang. The two dropped out of high school together. Ma Qiang was doing second-hand car business in the city, while Song Wenbin was making a living online. Although the industries were different, the two still maintained a good relationship.

Due to such close contact, even Song Wenbin's house was rented in the community above the car dealership.

Someone on the other end of the phone took a few deep breaths and said in a very low voice: "Do you know that the fertility rate is tight now? You are still creating conflicts here. Do you know how many people have reported you recently!"

"I don't!"

"I want to appeal." He said dryly.

After saying that, the boss hung up the phone.

Song Wenbin slapped the steering wheel angrily, and Paramela screamed.

Ma Qiang happily showed Song Wenbin his spatula.

Fortunately, Ma Qiang knew that he was unhappy, so he quickly asked Chen Yun to get the beer, while he and Song Wenbin said sincerely: "Don't blame her, she woman doesn't understand your stuff, eat and eat."

Song Wenbin drank a little too much and said angrily: "If I hadn't subsidized you by doing the live broadcast of Geshanchawu, your car dealership would have almost gone bankrupt, and you still despise my job!"

Song Wenbin was smoking a cigarette and probably talked about the ban on the live broadcast room.

The other end of the phone said impatiently: "Go and reason with them and see if you can make sense!"

"Not very good." Song Wenbin said gloomily and returned the Porsche key to Ma Qiang.

Song Wenbin fell silent.

Song Wenbin took a few deep breaths to calm down, and said in a trembling voice: "How long will it be sealed and how strong will it be?"

The person on the other end of the phone said in an angry voice: "You are twenty-five years old, so you can't be careful in what you say and do. Some people like you, and some people hate you to death. I suppressed all those previous reports for you.

, now I can’t hold it in any longer, you can figure it out yourself!”

Song Wenbin rolled his eyes, sat on the sofa in the car dealership, picked up a bottle of Yellow Crane Tower Canyon Love on the table, lit it, and kept his head silent.

After listening to Song Wenbin's words, Ma Qiang also smoked a cigarette. He was silent for a while, but he suddenly laughed and said: "I thought it was such a big deal. It's nothing. If you seal it, seal it. Just do something else."

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Ma Qiang hooked Song Wenbin's shoulders and said with red eyes: "I hope you can be happy, do you understand? If you don't say anything else, there is already something wrong with your thinking."

"I don't know yet. Anyway, the force is quite strong, and you are not the only one."

Song Wenbin's eyes widened, a puff of cigarette smoke blew into Ma Qiang's face, and he said seriously: "Why am I a street kid?"

They drank until midnight. In the end, Ma Qiang's wife went to bed first, while Ma Qiang stayed in the garage, nagging Song Wenbin, but Song Wenbin didn't want to hear what Ma Qiang comforted.

Song Wenbin felt it was unreasonable. He put down his chopsticks with a bang and cursed: "Do you think that is a human life? You think that is a slave's life! Have you lived for yourself in these years of marriage?"

Ma Qiang wanted to say something else. Song Wenbin pointed at several motorcycles parked in the dealership and cursed: "In the past few years of marriage, have you ever touched these motorcycles? Has your wife ever let you ride them?"

A woman said this.

Song Wenbin put down his cell phone, looked at the black ban sign in the live broadcast room, closed his eyes, and didn't open them for a long time.

Ma Qiang shook his head, "You are different from me. I am married and my family can't bear the changes. You are not married yet and there are many ways to change careers."

"He said no, he walked around the streets all day trying to flirt with me."

"Should you say it or not, you really need to find a partner to settle down with." Ma Qiang, whose face was red after drinking, exhaled the smell of alcohol and lectured: "Your life is not a long-term solution. Just coax the young man. It's really like three people."

A ten-year-old said, "Who takes your words seriously?"

Song Wenbin said angrily: "Report, why report me!? Why report me!"

"I am happy. Am I happy if I get married like you? Am I the only one who is not married now? Can't you see the divorced people? Stop mumbling, finish your drink and go to bed."

"Yo, I'm back."

"To put it lightly, can you please stop driving now?"

Song Wenbin ignored Ma Qiang. Ma Qiang was good at everything, but he loved preaching, especially about marriage, which he had to talk about every once in a while.

Song Wenbin did not lie. This Porsche did not belong to him, but to Ma Qiang. However, it was wrong to say that it belonged to Ma Qiang, because Ma Qiang took the car back from outside and planned to sell it. However, the economic situation in the past two years has been very poor.

In the downward trend, it is difficult to sell first-hand cars, let alone second-hand cars. Among them, the second-hand luxury cars that suffered heavy losses were even more. This 19-year-old Panamera was repossessed with a one-million-dollar price tag and was not sold for a whole year.

When I went out, the price was reduced several times. Every time Ma Qiang saw this car, he shook his head and sighed. He only regretted that he was blind and took such a car back. Now, he has lost almost 100,000 yuan on just one car.

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Finally, he sighed, threw away his cell phone, started the Panamera, and drove towards the suburbs of City H.

"brother."

"How are you today?" Ma Qiang asked.

Song Wenbin stared at Ma Qiang and almost hit him on the head with a wine bottle.

"Didn't you watch the live broadcast?"

"You have appealed." The boss said, "I will let you know after the limelight has passed. Go back and reflect on it."

"ha?"

Song Wenbin asked.

Ma Qiang took a sip of wine and said: "Brother, listen to my advice and don't ask for too much. You spend all day online and are too violent. It's not normal to look at women anymore. You are in your twenties."

Girls, if they want a few bags, just buy them for them. Who is young and not vain?"

Although it was quiet late at night, there were still lights on in the depths of the dealership. When the sound of cars was heard, a man with short hair and glasses wearing a kitchen apron and holding a spatula came to the door of the dealership. When the man saw Song Wenbin coming back, he smiled and fought with him.

A hello.

"It's your sister-in-law's birthday tomorrow, and I'm busy making midnight snacks."

Arriving at the door of a second-hand car dealership on the outskirts of the city, he took off his Meituan takeout clothes and threw them into the trunk.

The accident happened so fast that there was almost no time for him to react. He said he would appeal, but he knew in his heart that he had no room for appeal. Not to mention that he was just an Internet celebrity with one million fans, he was even bigger and more powerful.

There are countless Internet celebrities with many fans who are banned every year. Modern live broadcast anchors are like crucian carp crossing the river. Even if they broadcast every day, their popularity may not be maintained, let alone not allowed to broadcast for a period of time, which is almost a sentence.

He broadcasts the death of life.

Song Wenbin said.

It turned out to be Ma Qiang's wife Chen Yun. She put a plate of hot pickled fish on the coffee table in front of Song Wenbin, and gave Song Wenbin and Ma Qiang a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

You are making fun of others on the street. I think that girl today is quite nice. I am angry when she is played like that by you."

Song Wenbin was irritated. He drank a bottle of wine and waved his arms angrily: "Is it because of Bao? Am I blind? I just want to find a girl who is not so self-centered and can take the initiative to understand others."

Is it difficult? Is it difficult? But there are a few girls like this now. Do I have high demands? No, I have no demands. The pressure in life is already high enough. They can do whatever they want, but I won’t take care of them anyway!"

The boss said dryly: "You have stopped broadcasting recently. I guess your account has also been blocked."

Song Wenbin smoked a cigarette and ate pickled fish. Ma Qiang opened a box of beer and drank with him.

"Why isn't this a long-term solution?"

Sure enough, before even saying a few words, Ma Qiang said again: "Brother, it's not my fault. Some of your outdoor live broadcasters were willing to get married, but they ended up getting divorced. You are so old, no.

You should think about the two elders in your family as well as yourself. I would say that this incident is also a good opportunity. I should change my career as soon as possible and do something else. What can I do better than a street kid?"

"If you call me, call the people who reported you!"

"This is groundless! Framed!"

The two had known each other for ten years. When he saw Song Wenbin like this, Ma Qiang knew something was wrong. He put away his smile, took off his apron and handed it to his wife who was busy in the kitchen. He sat down next to Song Wenbin and asked, "What's wrong? I'm lost."

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Song Wenbin was already angry, and he felt even more uncomfortable when his sister-in-law said this, but he couldn't show it, so he could only smoke his cigarette.

However, from the time he entered the society at the age of sixteen to now, Song Wenbin, who had little academic qualifications, had to work hard for nearly ten years before he had some fan base. Now this inexplicable blow almost killed him before liberation.

Ma Qiang got a little angry when Song Wenbin said it. He put the wine bottle on the table, slapped the table and reprimanded: "Men should not expect to be understood and tolerated, only women should be understood and tolerated. Men only need to make money like dogs."

Got it!"

After scolding him, he lit a cigarette without waiting for Ma Qiang to speak, and stumbled out of Ma Qiang's second-hand car dealership. He turned a deaf ear to Ma Qiang's shouts behind him.

However, after a brief quarrel, Song Wenbin was greeted by the cold wind in the community. He shrank and walked to the elevator. When the elevator opened, there was a couple snuggling inside. The couple smiled when he came over and made room for him.

Open up a little bit.

Song Wenbin stood alone in the corner of the elevator and followed the couple to their floor.

The cold wind in the upper floors was even worse. Song Wenbin looked at the couple who disappeared into the house next door with confusion in his eyes.
Chapter completed!