After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 30

“Bloody hell, has Zhu Zhengwen gone mad?” Zhou Cheng tossed his unfinished cigarette directly into the ashtray. He had called several times to no avail; that idiot Zhu Zhengwen had simply switched off his phone, making himself completely uncontactable.

On the backlit computer screen, the browser was still paused on the status update Zhu Zhengwen had posted. The comments section beneath it was blowing up. His paid trolls were currently in a flame war with Zhu Zhengwen’s die-hard fans, and a significant number of people who had been watching the livestream were flooding in as well.

“Hello? Master? Is Zhu Zhengwen already…” Zhou Cheng thought for a long time and decided that Zhu Zhengwen wouldn’t ignore his calls for no reason. He called the Master, thinking that although there were still two or three days left before that day, perhaps Zhu Zhengwen had met his end early…

“What? Him? It’s not impossible. Although you chose your friend as the scapegoat, it’s possible his psychological resilience wasn’t up to par. He might have simply been scared to death.” The background noise on the Master’s end was quite loud, as if he were busy with something else, so he offered a perfunctory explanation and hung up.

Zhou Cheng clutched his mobile phone, his expression unreadable. If he really had died right after posting that update, they could just spin it as his account being hacked.

Zhou Cheng sat back in his chair, opened the chat, and poked the head of the troll farm. He instructed them to frame Zhu Zhengwen’s sudden post as the result of a hacked account, aiming to smear Gu Yangyang with yet another layer of filth.

Bloody hell shocked me to my core. Piggy is ranked number three in the eating section, right? If he says something, surely it has some credibility! He couldn’t possibly have taken money from Gu Yangyang, could he?

Person above, freeze! The ‘Pig Feed’ fans are watching the comments section. Friendly fire, mind your words!

No… can someone tell me what on earth is going on??? Is Gu Yangyang from N City or Changjing?

Came in confused, leaving confused… So where is Gu Yangyang actually from?

I’ve dropped my melon popcorn. Oh my days, so what is the truth? Where’s the summary rep?

Due to first impressions, most netizens were muddling along with the bots and didn’t believe Zhu Zhengwen’s post. However, the update did cause a portion of the passers-by to snap out of it.

Someone even wrote a post summarising the previous thread by the “tech emperor” who wrote the data-scraping program, collated it with Piggy Zhu’s update, and posted it on the forum.

Just as the smear campaign was going smoothly, this “ally” suddenly popped up. While the netizens were bewildered, their attention began to shift from whether Gu Yangyang was a scumbag to where he was actually from.

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Conspiracy theory, conspiracy theory. Heavens, can someone analyse this? Keyboard warriors, come out! It’s time to show your strength!

What do you call this? You can eat random food, but you can’t blindly follow random drama!

No, I’m just thinking, this streamer just wrote a paragraph of text. No pictures, no evidence do you guys really believe it? Maybe he took money from someone! Hah, I see right through these streamers.

Hah? Oh please, my Piggy earns tens of thousands a day. May I ask the brother above how much you earn a month? Sorry to disappoint, but our Piggy is a Changjing local. The down payment on his ‘little shack’ is enough for some people to work a lifetime for without eating or drinking just to afford.

Carrying Piggy away, thanks. Oh, wait, Piggy spoke first. Sorry then, draw your keyboard! Today we shall decide the victor once more. Let’s see who is the true Keyboard Immortal of Orange Blossom!

Front row for the drama. It’s a chain reaction of drama, drama within drama!

The “Pig Feed” fans, who had been waiting for their streamer to recover, were caught off guard by their idol posting such an update. They were confused too. However, because the image Zhu Zhengwen had cultivated in the eating circle over the years had always been positive, most of his fans believed him. When they saw Gu Yangyang’s mindless haters coming over to point fingers, a revolutionary friendship was instantly established, and they opened fire on the haters and bots.

Of course, no matter how the internet argued itself upside down, Gu Jiaoyang continued to eat his fried calamari rings and small cakes in a leisurely manner.

It had to be said, the kitchen auntie’s cooking skills were truly top-notch. The calamari rings were fried to perfection crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!

It wasn’t until Gu Jiaoyang had finished a huge plate of fried calamari rings that he suddenly realised, belatedly, that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Hiss… what was it again?

Gu Jiaoyang forked a piece of cake and thought while eating. Staring at the camera, a lightbulb finally went on he had forgotten to cast the Sleep Spell!

So, Gu Jiaoyang placed one hand under the table to perform the hand seals, while the other hand calmly continued to hold the cake and eat.

Perhaps because thoughts tend to vanish into the stomach along with food when one is eating, Gu Jiaoyang ate for a long time, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be livestreaming a “face-slapping” session to prove he wasn’t the person in the fake exposé.

Eating really does delay serious business!

“Director, this…” The poor employee pulled out a wet wipe to dab the sweat from his forehead, stealing a glance at the General Director sitting at the computer desk with an unreadable expression.

“Hmph, he really doesn’t want to keep his job. Can’t even sit still with two months left until promotion. Heh.” The Director looked at the report sent via the company’s internal messaging software, veins bulging on his forehead from anger.

The reason was simple. On the somewhat dated computer screen, a lengthy whistleblowing report was open. And the subject of this report was none other than the manager of the Livestream Section.

The newcomer, who had been targeted by the manager in various ways, had quietly written this report. Using the Gu Yangyang incident, he exposed exactly how the Livestream Manager abused his power, neglected his duties, and maliciously manipulated operations. It even included several audio recordings and video files with peculiar angles.

“I was just worrying about not having a chance to deal with him!” The Director slammed his mouse down, stood up from his chair, pulled out the USB drive, and headed for the door to report this to his superiors. Unexpectedly, his mobile phone rang at that moment.

“Hello? Dad? Aren’t you in management at that Orange Blossom place? Hey, listen to me. Yueyue fell asleep recently watching a streamer called Gu Yangyang on your platform!!! Oh, I don’t know what ASMR means either, but Yueyue is relying on this to sleep now!! I saw that this streamer is being smeared? Others might not know, but don’t we? I saw the lighthouse outside his window! This little streamer is definitely a Changjing local! Dad! Yueyue finally found a way to sleep; you cannot let this streamer be cut off! Dad? Are you listening?”

On the other end of the phone was the Director’s usually gentle wife, sounding urgent. The Director was startled by what his wife said, but eventually, he felt a wave of relief and joy.

As long as his precious son, Xu Yueyue, could sleep well and perform normally in the upcoming University Entrance Exams (Gaokao), he didn’t care if Gu Yangyang was being smeared. Even if the guy really was a scumbag, he had to protect him for these few days before the exams!

“Mum, don’t worry. I happen to have evidence in hand and was just going to report it. Yes, okay, rest assured. I will contact him privately and ask him not to stop streaming before the exams. Good, good, no problem. Bye now.”

After hanging up, the Director stood there for a moment. He fingered the USB drive, thought for a bit, then sat back down. He modified the evidence record and reconsidered his wording. Only after drinking a few more mouthfuls of water did he march off aggressively to lodge his complaint.

Stop poking him. A tech wizard has spoken up your Piggy was hacked!!! Pig Feed fans, don’t let yourselves be used as a weapon! Think about it; your Piggy took several days of leave! He definitely wouldn’t suddenly post such a meaningless update at a time like this!

Exactly, there’s already a thread in the forum! Pig Feed, calm down! It was that social scum Gu Yangyang who got hackers to hijack your Piggy’s account!

What? My Expletive from Country N Piggy was hacked??? Gu Yangyang, RIP your mum??? Why drag our Piggy into this?

Is your village just getting internet? Piggy was hacked.

I’m exploding with rage! Pig Feed fans! Go to Gu Yangyang’s stream and tear him apart! Damn it, I’m furious! If we don’t tear him a new one until he’s too ashamed to see people, I’ll have wasted my vote for third place!

@ZhuZiZhu, Piggy, did you really post this status yourself?

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Because Zhu Zhengwen didn’t respond after suddenly posting that update, the bot army immediately started a new thread spreading the rumour that he had been hacked. This triggered a backlash from the “Pig Feed” fans, who had just begun to form a revolutionary friendship. In a swarm, they charged towards Gu Yangyang’s livestream room, determined to teach him a lesson!

However, when they stormed into Gu Yangyang’s room, burning with rage, they were bewildered by the remarkably uniform bullet comments.

What is this? A new style of mockery? Your stream is so boring it only makes me sleep?

The Pig Feed fans watched as waves of comments floated past: “Sorry comrades, I really can’t hold on, sleeping first as a mark of respect zzzZZZ…”, “Can’t do it, can’t do it, stayed up following the drama until now, really can’t last, sleeping first zzz…”. They seriously suspected someone had beaten them to the punch and launched a highly sophisticated mockery campaign.

What the hell? Is this sarcasm?

Dunno… I thought I walked into a psychological therapy room?

Mother of god, is this really not a hypnosis scene for mental counselling?

In their impression, only those “Cold Palace” dead/unpopular channels had bullet screens full of uniform sleeping symbols.

Wait… sisters… I think I might need to take an early beauty nap..

I seem to be… yawn.

Yawn… I’m so sleepy. How about we tear him apart tomorrow?

Tomorrow then. I’ll have a sleep first before getting up to make dinner… yawn..

Once people become sleepy, they become incredibly sluggish. Continuous yawning tells them what is most important at the moment. Their brains gradually slow down, their fingers become weak, until their eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and they fall into a sweet, dark dreamland, casting all troubles to the back of their minds.

Thus, this vigorous flame war came to a bizarre halt the moment Gu Jiaoyang remembered his true purpose and began casting the Sleep Spell. Millions of netizens arrived at the stream hearing the news, found they couldn’t muster the energy to curse, yet didn’t want to leave without getting their fill of gossip. Forced to stay, they gradually became immersed in the stream. Finally, under the influence of the Sleep Spell, they began yawning one after another.

It was truly ghostly. Had they exhausted too much energy following the drama late last night, causing them to be sleepy so early?

Most people, holding this mindset, let out long yawns. Regardless of whether they had eaten dinner, they decided to find a spot to nap first.

Flame war? What flame war? Is it as good as sleeping?

“Manager, there’s… there’s a call for you.” The employee held the phone, listening to the very unpleasant tone of the superior on the other end, and called out to the manager with some sympathy. This certainly didn’t sound like good news.

“What?” The manager was currently engrossed in observing the climbing traffic figures. He hadn’t checked his mobile or his computer, so he had no idea his direct superior had been trying to find him for ages and, failing that, had called the office directly.

“Hello? Mr Ma?” The manager picked up his small teacup and strode to the desk to take the phone. His mind was full of scenes of his leader seeing his performance in two months and giving him a promotion and a raise, so his tone carried a hint of smugness.

“Come to my office.” The leader on the other end naturally picked up on the hidden conceit in the manager’s tone. His already bad mood turned freezing cold. He didn’t explain anything, simply ordering him to the office.

“? Ah? Okay.” The manager’s smugness was doused with a bucket of cold water on the spot by the leader’s icy tone. He put down the teacup and rubbed his neck, wondering which of his misdeeds the leader might have discovered.

Better take some gifts over and talk it out nicely.

The manager hung up the phone and glanced at the calendar.

If worst comes to worst, I still have the.

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