The Ferrari owner doesn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry, but Ruan Qi is so famous that he has several friends who are her fans, and he doesn't even know them.
Therefore, Ferrari owners know very well how influential Ruan Qi is in the country.
With Ruan Qi's fame and influence, if she releases that video, the matter will definitely cause an uproar. Not to mention the Liu family, even the Cheng family may not be able to control public opinion.
This time he hit a brick wall.
The Ferrari owner's face became paler and paler, and he couldn't control his legs and wanted to kneel on the ground.
Ruan Qi's face turned cold and she kicked him in the calf.
"As a descendant of a scholarly family, do you still have some toughness? Kneel down when asked. Are you a slave?!"
How could her own grandma have such a relative?
It has simply tarnished the name Liu.
Ruan Qi looked disgusted.
The Ferrari owner screamed as he was kicked, and his already pale face became even more bloodless.
He said tremblingly: "You, you can't post that video, the Cheng family, the Cheng family won't let you go!"
Ruan Qi raised her eyebrows: "Do you think I will be afraid?"
Ferrari owner: “…”
The Ferrari owner doesn't pay attention to gossip, nor does he consume CP, and he doesn't know much about the relationship between Xi Jiu and Ruan Qi.
But he heard about Ruan Qi's multiple identities from his friends.
An academic tycoon, a famous musician, an e-sports master, and a special consultant to the Cyber Security Center. With so many high-profile identities, even if the Cheng family wanted to move Ruan Qi, they would still have to think carefully about it.
The Ferrari owner was completely stunned.
This matter probably won't go well today, but no matter what, that video cannot be exposed!
The second generation ancestor, who was used to showing off his power, gave in for the first time. He asked with a sad face: "You, how do you want to prevent the video from being exposed? As long as you say it, I will do it!"
Seeing that he had surrendered, Ruan Qi smiled and raised her eyes: "Don't be nervous, I'm a legal citizen and I won't do anything illegal."
Ferrari owner: "Then you..."
"Write a 5,000-word review in your circle of friends."
Ferrari owner: "???"
"……What did you say?"
"I said, write a self-criticism." Ruan Qi said word by word with a clear accent, "A 5,000-word self-criticism plus a letter of apology. After writing, take a photo and post it on WeChat Moments. In addition, when the traffic police comes later, you will be punished if you deserve it.
Just pay it. You have to pay me for the injury on my forehead and the mental damages."
"..." The Ferrari owner was speechless for a long time and his face turned blue.
He can accept being fined and deducted points by the traffic police. But writing a self-criticism and apology letter to send to WeChat Moments?
Are you kidding me?
Does he still want to hang out in the circle?
The Ferrari owner refused. Seeing him like this, Ruan Qi slowly clicked on the video again.
Suddenly, all kinds of arrogant words were heard from the video, which made the Ferrari owner turn pale.
"Don't go too far!" he said through gritted teeth.
Ruan Qi was not afraid of his warning, and said with a smile: "Either expose the video, or write a self-criticism and apology letter and send it to WeChat Moments. Choose one of the two, you decide for yourself."
"..."
The Ferrari driver was so angry that he vomited blood.
But Ruan Qi had a video to tease him, so even if he wanted to hit someone again, he had to endure it.
Ruan Qi's identity is too complicated, and he can't afford to offend her.
In order to prevent the video from being exposed, even if you don't want to, you can only choose the second method - write a self-criticism and apology letter.
"I'll write!" the Ferrari owner's voice came out from between his teeth, "I'll write when I get home!"
Ruan Qi smiled and shook her head: "What are you going to write about when you go home? You write now, and I can also give you technical guidance by the way."
A broken testimonial requires Nima’s technical guidance!
The Ferrari owner wanted to curse, but said with a black face: "I don't have a pen, I can't write now!"
The Ferrari owner struggled to find excuses for himself to stall for time.
But Ruan Qi ruthlessly shattered his luck.
She opened her messenger bag, took out two water-based pens and several pieces of A4 paper, and slapped them on the hood of the Ferrari.
"I have pen and paper, let's write."
Ferrari owner: “…”
With all the back roads blocked, the Ferrari owner could no longer find an excuse and could only reluctantly pick up the pen.
Ruan Qi took out her phone and looked at the time.
There was still an hour and a half before the interview show, which was plenty of time for her to stare at the other person and finish writing her review.
"Uncle Heehee, watch him and don't let him run away. Sister Lan, let's go back to the car and wait."
In November, the imperial capital has entered early winter, the leaves are withered and yellow, and the wind is biting.
Xixi is an ancient warrior, so she doesn't feel cold even if she wears a woolen coat. But the owner of the Ferrari is an ordinary person, and after five minutes of blowing wind outside the car, the hand holding the pen began to tremble.
Xixi glanced at his handwriting of "dog crawling" and frowned: "The handwriting of elementary school students is prettier than yours."
The Ferrari owner made a move and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from swearing.
Xixi stared at it for a while, then suddenly asked: "What's your name?"
The Ferrari owner shivered with cold: "Willow, willow breeze."
Xixi said 'hmm' and looked up at Ruan Qi in the car.
Ruan Qi silently recited the word "Liu Feng" in her heart and sneered.
"The name is very nice, but it was ruined by the owner. The word Feng means free and easy, free and elegant. But how can this person be so free and unrestrained? He is full of soft bones."
Mo Lan knew that she was angry with the Liu family, so he silently allowed her to vent her anger.
However, Ruan Qi was too lazy to waste any time talking about Liu Feng and asked: "How long until the traffic police arrive?"
Mo Lan: "I just made a call and will be on the way in seven or eight minutes."
Ruan Qi nodded and said nothing.
Mo Lan turned to look at her, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked her doubts: "Xiao Qi, why did you ask Liu Feng to post on Moments? You are a public figure. If he sends a letter of apology to Moments, what will happen to his circle?
Don’t you know everything?”
"I just want everyone in that circle to know." Ruan Qi laughed.
Mo Lan frowned in confusion, not quite understanding her intention.
Ruan Qi: "Sister Lan, the Liu family and the Cheng family are related by marriage."
Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly enlightened.
Although Liu Qiuyu has been dead for many years, the in-law relationship between the Liu family and the Cheng family cannot be changed. There are many overlaps in the social circles between the Liu family and the Cheng family. Liu Feng sent a letter of apology to Moments today, and the Cheng family must also
will see.
What Ruan Qi wants is for the Cheng family to see it.
"When the younger generation of the Cheng family sees Liu Fengfa's confession, he will definitely ask him what happened out of curiosity. Sister Lan, given Liu Feng's temperament, what do you think he will answer?"
Mo Lan thought for a moment and understood Ruan Qi's ultimate goal: "Liu Feng hates you, but he can't deal with you. So he will tell the Cheng family what happened today, and will focus on the video you recorded."
In that video, Liu Feng mentioned many times that the Cheng family could dominate the imperial capital with one hand.
If this was exposed online, the Cheng family would be in danger.
Therefore, the Cheng family will definitely contact Ruan Qi in order to prevent this video from being exposed.
And this is exactly Ruan Qi's purpose.
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