"You don't know?" Du Yuanze became even more angry: "Don't you know what you said and did when you went to that company?"
Du Fengbao thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that Jiang Zhihao had said that he would make headlines.
"Go check it out online. Your videos are everywhere now. I'm so angry! Give me the phone number of the company boss right away! Damn it, I have to kill this guy!"
After hanging up the phone, Du Fengbao quickly opened the webpage, and sure enough, he saw news about him in Weibo's top search.
He looks arrogant and domineering in the video, and the number of comments below has now exceeded 400,000!
Jiang Zhihao's popularity is too high, and this incident itself is very topical.
Not to mention those who hate the rich in the first place, even those who do not have such thoughts will feel the same after seeing what Du Fengbao said.
After all, in this world, there will always be the most poor people and the least rich people.
Such arrogant words that completely violate social moral concepts, it would be strange not to be called a genius!
Du Fengbao was extremely angry when he saw the comments in the comments that scolded eight generations of his ancestors.
He didn't expect that Jiang Zhihao would actually post the video, let alone that it would trigger such a serious storm of public opinion!
The most important thing is that some netizens have begun to dig into their Du family's background.
Including the information, contact information, the process of getting rich, interpersonal relationships, residence, etc. of Du Yuanze and Du Fengbao's family.
No matter how big or small, everything is shaken off cleanly.
Even the fact that Du Yuanze was suspected of having several lovers was exposed. No wonder he was so angry.
At this time, Du Fengbao's cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar number.
He pressed the connect button, and a deep male voice came from inside: "Are you Du Fengbao?"
"I am, who are you?" Du Fengbao asked.
"I'm your father! You piece of trash, do you think having a little money is a big deal? Damn..." A bunch of curse words were thrown at him, making Du Fengbao stunned.
His face was ashen and he said: "Who are you! If you have the ability, tell me your name and where you live, I..."
"I call you dad, and I will live on your mother's grave..."
Du Fengbao hung up the phone angrily, but as soon as he hung up, another unfamiliar number called.
He hesitated and didn't answer.
The phone kept ringing, and strange numbers came in one after another. It was obvious that they were all based on doxxing messages. And everyone had the same purpose, which was to scold his eighteenth generation ancestor.
Du Fengbao had heard of online violence before, but he never thought that he would be treated like this one day.
Then, the hotel manager knocked on the door and came in, asking with an embarrassed look: "Mr. Du Fengbao, there are some people gathered outside now, and the curse words are very unpleasant. They strongly demand that you move out immediately. Look..."
Du Fengbao's face darkened: "They are swearing at people, don't you know how to call the police? How do you do things!"
"We have called the police, but there are too many people..." the hotel manager said.
"How many people can there be, trash!" Du Fengbao walked to the window, looked down, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.