366 Return the Luck, Miss Si Takes the Flight! 【3 More】
Huang Ninghui has five million fans and shares his daily store visits every day.
He has a good-looking appearance, and he can do makeup, which has attracted many female fans. His Weibo traffic is higher than that of ordinary starlets.
As soon as this Weibo post was posted, the number of retweets and comments increased rapidly.
【?!I still want to go to this restaurant. Isn’t the kitchen too dirty? Is this food edible? How many bacteria are there on it?】
[Lightning has been avoided, but I have never seen Dahuang become so popular. I have been a fan of Dahuang for several years. Every time I visit a store, Dahuang will give out the advantages and disadvantages. This is the first time that he has criticized a store so thoroughly.]
[I can’t stand the mess in the kitchen anymore, so I even put poppy shells in the dishes? No wonder it’s so delicious. I won’t dare to eat it in the future. I must report it!]
[Boycott Ting’an Restaurant! This kind of unscrupulous restaurant should be banned!]
[This restaurant is so disgusting, there are still people who unconscionably recommend this kind of garbage restaurant, yuck!]
Fans were outraged.
As for food safety, passers-by and netizens also spontaneously began to boycott.
Ji Qingyao frowned.
She didn't know about Huang Ninghui, a food blogger, and she didn't know about the shady world of Tandian, but she believed in Si Fuqing.
Seeing that this Weibo post was becoming more and more popular and more and more people were resisting it, Ji Qingyao immediately sent a private message to Si Fuqing Studio.
There was nothing she could do but respond to those outrageous comments.
Soon it was time to check in. Ji Qingyao got on the plane and turned on airplane mode, but he was very nervous all the way.
How on earth should she tell Si Fuqing about robbing luck?
No wonder Si Fuqing was blacklisted by the entire internet in the past. It was probably because of her luck that she was robbed.
An hour and a half later, the plane arrived at Anseong International Airport.
Ji Qingyao took a few slow breaths, and then went to Si Fuqing's studio according to the address Jiang Shuihan gave her.
The studio is not in the city, but outside the Third Ring Road, there is a six-story apartment building.
Si Fuqing also treated his employees very well, providing them with food and accommodation.
Ji Qingyao knocked on the door with some anxiety, and the door opened in response.
But she hesitated and did not go in.
"Here you go, sit down." Si Fuqing pointed to the single sofa opposite her and said in a very skillful tone, "Everyone else has gone out. There's no one else around, so there's no need to be reserved."
Ji Qingyao was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was obviously working time, but no one else was in the studio.
She pursed her lips and then walked in.
"Mr. Jiang said that you have something very important to see me." Si Fuqing closed the script and nodded, "What's the matter?"
"I'm here to apologize." Ji Qingyao suddenly knelt down, her voice difficult, "I'm sorry, Miss Si, it was only after I was taught by two masters that I realized that your luck, your body...
"
The monk said that whether it was exchanging lives or forcibly plundering luck, it would have an irreversible impact on the original owner.
The key point of exchanging one's life is to "exchange", and at least one life can be left behind.
But to plunder luck is to rob someone's life, and it is natural to squeeze them thoroughly.
She naturally also knew that Si Fuqing was in poor health before and gained weight due to hormone stimulation of the body caused by taking medicine.
Ji Qingyao didn't dare to think about what it would be like if Si Fuqing's luck was really robbed.
"It's not your fault, and you didn't know anything about it." Si Fuqing's eyes changed, and she immediately stepped forward to help Ji Qingyao up, "Get up, there is gold under your knees, you can't kneel down."
Ji Qingyao lowered his hand and clenched his fingers: "But I took away your luck..."
"I told you, you didn't know about this." Si Fuqing patted her shoulder, "And you came to me as soon as you found out. You are really kind."
"I took something that didn't belong to me, so I naturally had to find the owner." Ji Qing shook her fists and smiled bitterly, "It's just that I really don't know how to return my luck to you."
Si Fuqing raised his head and smiled: "Don't worry, you returned it voluntarily and your willpower is very strong. You have almost got everything back. Don't put too much burden on your mind."
Hearing these words, Ji Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief. She said firmly: "Master said that my sister also has your luck. When I go back, I will ask her to return her luck to you."
Si Fuqing said calmly: "Maybe not everyone is like you."
Ji Qing was startled.
"Isn't the assessment of the Thousand Army Alliance coming up again?" Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows, "You haven't practiced a hundred times in the past twenty years, and your physical fitness is very good. Even if my luck is gone, it won't have much impact on you.
big."
"But because I have never encountered a life-or-death disaster, my moves are still not cruel enough. I can teach you a few moves, will you learn them?"
Hearing these words, Ji Qingyao's pupils suddenly shrank: "Miss Si, you..."
She was already very happy that Si Fuqing was able to put aside the past grudges, and he was actually willing to teach her?
After recalling the swordsmanship that Si Fuqing performed live that day, it was indeed not a show.
Only an expert can see that the sharp blade in Si Fuqing's hand is really capable of killing people.
Ji Qingyao was a martial arts fanatic, his eyes lit up: "Please give me some advice, Miss Si."
"Yeah, come on." Si Fuqing waved, "Let's go to the yard."
Ji Qingyao immediately followed him.
Shanglu was exercising in the yard. When he saw the two of them, after greeting them, he left the studio building with a wink and went for a run outside.
"There is no sword here now, let's break a branch into a sword." Si Fuqing broke two branches and handed one to Ji Qingyao.
"Miss Si." Ji Qingyao took it, and suddenly remembered another important thing, his voice was urgent, "Someone slandered your aunt's restaurant on the Internet as unhygienic, and said that poppy shells were added to the dishes."
Si Fuqing narrowed his eyes: "Slander?"
"Yes, when I saw it, the number of retweets had exceeded 5,000." Ji Qingyao took out his mobile phone, "The situation is very bad."
The phone rang just at this moment, it was Jiang Changning.
"Si Si, have you seen the hot searches for your restaurant?" Jiang Changning frowned, "That food blogger has five million fans, and his influence is not low."
It has always been easier to spread rumors than to refute them.
Even if the evidence is in front of them, netizens have preconceived impressions and are less interested in refuting the rumors.
"Five million fans?" Si Fuqing also saw the mobile phone screen that Ji Qingyao handed over and clicked his tongue, "That's so awesome."
She has indeed never thought of using her marketing power and star power in the entertainment industry to promote Ye Zhenmian's restaurant.
Otherwise, the mousse army alone would be enough to fill up Ting'an Restaurant.
But this does not mean that Internet celebrities can slander Ye Zhenmian's hard work at will.
The hot search has reached the 14th place on the overall list, and Huang Ninghui’s Weibo has more than 80,000 comments.
Everyone was blaming Ting'an Restaurant.
"Okay, I understand." Si Fuqing chuckled, "My aunt doesn't have access to the Internet, so she probably doesn't know yet. I'll go check the surveillance records at that time."
After the call ended, she tapped a few times on her phone, quickly edited a Weibo post and posted it, and directly circled the ID @大黄是什么意思
After finishing, she picked up the branch again and called Ji Qingyao: "Let's go, pass two moves."
**
At this time, Huang Ninghui was resting in his villa.
He looked at the number of retweets on his latest Weibo and the boycott comments below, and snorted coldly.
If he loses face, he will make it impossible for the restaurant in Ting'an to open!
With his fan base, it's easy to close a small restaurant.
But among the comments about the boycott, some of Ting'an's regular customers raised questions.
But their doubts were quickly drowned out by comments from Huang Ninghui's fans, who called these old customers the leg hair of Ting'an Restaurant, empathizing with capitalists and not knowing how to protect the rights of customers.
The Weibo accounts used by these old customers are also private accounts.
He doesn’t have as many fans and his influence is not as big as him.
Of no use at all.
Huang Ninghui didn't care about these customers at all. He drank red wine leisurely and waited for the person in charge of Ting'an Restaurant to beg him.
That brat made him lose face, so he destroyed their restaurant.
Deserve it!
Huang Ninghui sneered.
If he had been given a free bill, he would have praised Ting'an Restaurant on his Weibo. Unfortunately, some people were too indifferent and dared to say that he was a free prostitute. He could not possibly swallow this tone.
Huang Ninghui is not afraid of the real customers of Ting'an Restaurant refuting him.
The Internet is a mixed place, and many netizens have no independent opinions or judgment, and will only be led away by them.
In the circle of food bloggers, they all know each other.
Huang Ninghui had already told several other bloggers who were free to visit restaurants that they would not talk to him unless Ting'an Restaurant came to ask him.
Without channels and not enough fans, he would like to see how Ting'an Restaurant can show off to him!
Huang Ninghui finished a glass of wine, checked Weibo again, and frowned.
Because he found that the number of forwards in his message box was increasing exponentially.
Huang Ninghui suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
He immediately clicked on the forwarding column.
The number of retweets is still rising, but it’s not because his popularity on Weibo has increased again.
Instead, there was a new Weibo post with his name circled, so every time it was forwarded, he would be reminded, and message reminders would sound one after another.
This forwarding speed is much faster than his own Weibo.
Huang Ninghui's fingers trembled, and he clicked on the Weibo with his name circled, and saw the blogger's name at a glance.
