After returning home, Song Yu first ordered a takeaway for himself, and then called Chai Richeng.
"Don't worry about Han Jin's side for now, leave it to Meng Shiping."
"Okay." Chai Richeng responded briskly, and asked again, "Is the software I got for you useful?"
"It doesn't work yet, I'll try it later."
"Okay, then I won't bother you, and I will contact you if there is something else."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yu turned on the TV and turned up the volume to allow some sound to exist in the house. After Zhou Yanqing moved out, the house was as quiet as a silent room. He knew that this was all due to psychological factors. In fact, Zhou Yanqing was very quiet when he lived here. He hardly made any noise except cooking. He was afraid of disturbing him even watching TV, so he turned the volume down very low or simply Mute. But no matter whether he is sleeping in the room or exercising on the second floor, his subconscious mind tells him that Zhou Yanqing is downstairs, and he will imagine that the other party is making some rustling sounds downstairs, and these sounds give him imperceptibly A lot of security.
Thinking of Zhou Yanqing, Song Yu couldn't help but smile, wait a little longer, he will have a very lively home soon.
Accompanied by a comedy movie, Song Yu finished his takeaway. He glanced at his watch and saw that the time was almost up, so he picked up his phone and clicked on an unremarkable software.
This thing is the phone calling software that Chai Richeng found for him today. It can track any mobile phone number by using network communication, and can make calls and send messages, but the other party cannot block or call back. To put it bluntly, it is a harassment software. Song Yu entered a well-known number on the software homepage, then picked a photo from a hidden folder, and clicked send.
After posting the photo, he clicked on Weibo again. As he expected, the live video of the interview had already been trending. His name and Han Jin's name were photographed in the first and second positions of the hot search list respectively. Tonight is A noisy night of the Internet, the next few days will certainly not be peaceful.
Swiping the screen indifferently with his fingertips, Song Yu took a second look from the sidelines and withdrew from the excitement of others.
After sending Song Yu home, Meng Shiping didn't go home, but turned around and went to the nursing home where his mother lived in a disturbed state. His mother called this morning and said that he had fallen off a cliff in a dream, and what happened to Han Jin in the afternoon. He is not superstitious, but he is always uneasy.
"Om—"
The spare mobile phone thrown in the cup holder vibrated, and the call he had been waiting for since the afternoon finally came. Meng Shiping put on the Bluetooth headset and hurriedly answered the call.
"Have you found it?"
"Found it, Brother Meng." The other party responded, "The person who runs the account 'Nonsense and Gossip' is called Hu Dalong. Many people know him, but he is a dragon who never sees the end. Few people have seen him. I am also useless. It took a lot of effort to find out. Some time ago, Han Jin found Hu Dalong who wanted to hype up a scandal about someone, but died for unknown reasons. Han Jin paid the deposit, but because the cooperation between the two failed in the end, the final payment was not paid. Hu Dalong It may be because of this that he posted a post to retaliate against Han Jin."
Meng Shiping bit his cheeks tightly, and immediately thought of Zhou Yanqing's attack, and when he learned about it from Song Yu, he thought of Han Jin. He didn't investigate it at the time, but now he can be sure that Han Jin did it!
damn it!
When he thought that Han Jin not only used him, but also left another hand to find others, and once the matter was revealed, he might be blamed for the blame, his anger was as uncontrollable as a volcanic eruption.
The veins on his forehead were bulging, and Meng Shiping tore off the Bluetooth headset from his ear and smashed it out viciously.
Ten minutes later, with a sudden brake, Meng Shiping stopped the car in the nursing home. He didn't get off the car right away, but sent the "Notice of Termination of the Agreement" that he had prepared long ago to Chen Ming, and then he made another call.
The person who answered the phone was still the same person, named Old K, who was in the circle, but had no fixed occupation. He was known as a "know-it-all", as long as he was given enough money, he could check whoever he asked.
"Brother Meng, is there anything else to check?"
Meng Shiping put one hand on the steering wheel, pondered for two seconds and said, "Han Jin has been in this industry for a long time, so it shouldn't be a problem to get some black material."
Old K smiled: "The only person I can't get black material is Song Yu, just wait."
"Okay." Meng Shiping hung up the phone with a fierce look in his eyes.
This circle is full of filth, as long as it doesn't touch the bottom line of the law, it can "resurrect from the dead", but there is absolutely no room for an extreme and crazy illegitimate fan. Although Han Jin was destined to disappear from this circle, he couldn't swallow his breath without stepping on Han Jin's corpse.
"Clatter—"
The things on the table were violently swept to the ground by the two slender arms, rolled and shattered on the ground.
Chen Ming avoided the splashing glass slag, frowned slightly and said: "Calm down first, it is reasonable for Meng Shiping to propose to terminate the agreement, and it is already impossible to sign a contract with Song Yu's studio. The most urgent thing is to think about how to get through this difficult time." His work phone has already been blocked by various calls, and if his private information is not well protected, his private phone may all be exposed by human flesh.
Han Jin's eyes were red, and he was fixed on Song Yu on TV. Half an hour ago, he had been playing this less than five-minute interview video in a loop. Song Yu's expression was as refreshing as ever, but every word he uttered was like a powerful arrow shot through the air. , penetrated his body.
The secret he had tried so hard to hide was mixed with hot, bright red blood flowing out.
Fear? nausea
Song Yu actually said that his sister's strong love would make him sick
Han Jin suddenly lost control and rushed forward to grab Chen Ming's collar: "Have you found out? Who sent those things to Hu Dalong! It is impossible for Hu Dalong to know the relationship between Su Yin and me. Impossible to know!"
Chen Ming was pushed back a bit, but he still answered patiently: "Before we asked Hu Dalong to find Zhou Bang to jointly hype, because the plan failed, and the remaining balance of 100,000 yuan was not given to him. He may have revenge on us."
"Why don't you give him the one hundred thousand!" Han Jin showed his fangs like a wolf dog and pressed close to Chen Ming's thin neck, as if he was going to bite it hard in the next second.
Chen Ming leaned back, finally a trace of anger welled up in his eyes.
Han Jin was brought up by him alone. He followed Han Jin to leave the original company. He was so dedicated to his duties. On the one hand, it was because of his pride as a cultivator, and on the other hand, he felt that Han Jin was as naive as a child. Cruelty resembles himself.
He knew that Han Jin thought so too, so he had always trusted him, and unreservedly showed his morbid liking for Song Yu in front of him.
But no matter how trusting he was, Han Jin never revealed that he had a twin sister, so today they were caught off guard and had no power to parry.
"Speak!" Han Jin gritted his teeth and asked.
Chen Ming sighed: "You are the one who said that trash is not worthy of money."
The hostility in Han Jin's eyes faded slowly, and he looked at Chen Ming blankly: "Yes, I said it." He frowned and thought for a while, and then he began to talk to himself nervously, "No, no, no The reason..."
Chen Ming broke away Han Jin's hand silently. He also knew that this reason was untenable. Hu Dalong was the person he was looking for, so he understood. This person has an eye for money, and the essence of operating a self-media account is to make money. The secrets of the circle are sent out to earn traffic, and the black material that pokes people's pain is used to trade with the parties.
If Hu Dalong is really because of the one hundred thousand yuan, wouldn't it be better for him to blackmail Han Jin with these deadly black materials? There are risks in this method of posting, and the traffic cannot be realized in the short term. Hu Dalong has no reason to do so.