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Chapter 12

It was just a trivial matter, and Zhong Shuli almost forgot about yesterday's twists and turns when he woke up.However, when the two of them were having breakfast, the phone call from Cheng Sicheng started chattering again.

He said helplessly to Lu Shijun: "Sorry, let me answer the phone at the dining table."

Lu Shijun was holding the fritters in his hands, and was performing sword swallowing with his head up. Hearing the words "Mmmm", he tilted his neck, and the chopsticks in his hands were not clamped tightly. The fritters were knocked by his chin and fell on his back.

Zhong Shuli was used to three years ago when he acted like no one else at home, so he answered the phone with a smile and said, "Oh, you're talking about that post? What's wrong?"

Lu Shijun gave him a blank look, turned on the phone again, found the original post, and pushed the phone screen in front of the other party.

Only one night later, the public opinion on the Internet reversed in an instant. Some people had identified the original poster, accused the other party of skipping classes, drinking alcohol, pestering his ex-girlfriend endlessly, and slandering other people's creative achievements based on their own imagination.The most indispensable thing on the Internet is the melon-eating people who use the direction of public opinion as their outlet. The development of the plot is slightly beyond the scope of Zhong Shuli's expectations.Even though the navy retreated at two o'clock in the morning, the turmoil continued to intensify, and some students even insinuated the identity of their illegitimate children.

Zhong Shuli said in a low voice: "This group of old fried dough sticks, why are they still not serious?"

Then he turned to the phone and said, "Do you know who the person who posted the post is? So, can you let him delete the original post and make peace?"

Lu Shijun picked up another deep-fried dough stick and performed a paper shredder. Zhong Shuli poured a cup of soy milk for the other party and said, "Since you choose to trust your friend, why bother to ask me. The relationship between me and Lu Sijie has nothing to do with me. There is no difference between you; even if I wanted to intervene, they would have parted before we met."

The voice on the other side of the microphone suddenly became excited: "Boss, it was your fault that the trolls that appeared suddenly last night were your fault. Even if Gao Muming was at fault first, how could you disregard your role in it so sanctimoniously? Could it be that he Is your happiness not as good as your name?"

Lu Shijun looked at Zhong Shuli. He was sitting upright like a spring breeze, as if he was strategizing at the negotiating table many years ago. Some people are not doing well because of me, but most of the time, I just give them a little nudge when life chooses them.Those who are in a situation where there are better paths to choose, and they go to blame I have no mercy for those who try to hinder my life on the way."

The person on the other side seemed to be shocked by his serious and revealing words, and didn't reply for a while.

Zhong Shuli added: "Also, if you like someone, indulgence is definitely not responsible for his life, but perfection."

As soon as the voice fell, the call was cut off. Zhong Shuli smiled and put down the phone.

"I thought it was like, 'Your happiness is not my obligation, but it is your obligation to follow my choice to obtain happiness.' Such words would only be said by Zhong Shuli four years ago, but I did not expect to hear them today. It’s the same work but different tunes.”

Zhong Shuli tilted his head halfway: "It seems that a flag was set up last night, and Mr. Jialu has to hint at this matter in front of the school." Although the school's public relations methods are slow and rude, they can only hold meetings and find counselors to threaten and negotiate. Content without technical content such as deleting posts, but the effect is often immediate.

Mr. Lu straightened the joystick suddenly, and waved his right hand to his eyebrows: "yes, sir."

"This electronic invitation is well done, student's handwriting?" The two were sitting on a sofa, spending the long afternoon picking up commercials between TV dramas, when Lu Shijun's cell phone vibrated, it was an email from Jize .

"It was made by a girl, a set of three styles, and different carriers and tones of the same theme were selected according to the age of the alumni."

Lu Shijun raised her eyebrows and said, "So I, a director of Ls, commanded my subordinates to promote the foundation for the foundation all day long, and then I got your lowest invitation?"

"You can't say that. The child was crying because of this design. Once she called me at two o'clock in the middle of the night and asked me if she could learn from the online version. She cried and said, I thought it was the midnight bell. However, I can imagine that after she was rejected, she wanted to crawl along the phone line all the way to her bedside with machetes and sparks."

Lu Shijun shuddered at his imagination. Back then, he felt so lonely and resentful, so he sighed: "How could this girl have the heart to abuse and suppress herself like this? Didn't the university confiscate fruit knives? It really can't, let's do it Copper sulfate can also be put in tea."

"I shouldn't have been so exhausted back then." Zhong Shuli rolled his eyes at him, "I was not your direct superior, but took you as a temporary assistant for two or three months, so it can't be regarded as making things difficult for you. "

Lu Shijun made a gesture to strangle him: "20% of the designs I made in the first year of my employment were killed by you saying 'no tension'."

He also resented his wife's possession, wiped his tears and said: "I have pity on my unborn children, they all passed away before seeing Party A's father."

"Qiao Yun is not as delicate as you. He was crying while meeting the deadline, although I still killed him that time."

"Wait a minute, Qiao Yun, isn't that your friend?"

Zhong Shuli said: "It just happens to have the same name. Jize is a little girl. By the way, the male version of Qiao Yun happened to be in Liucheng these two days. I asked him for help two days ago, why don't we go out and treat him to dinner." He bowed his head and sent a text message.

Lu Shijun drooped her eyelids: "You haven't washed the bowls and chopsticks last night, so you don't want to use this as a way to escape. Besides, I have only met that medical student twice. Could it be that we talked about reproduction during dinner?" Ad creative for safety and hygiene measures?"

"He is already a doctor. Let's go, he just replied a text message, saying that he has time."

That day was also a Saturday, so Gao Shuli took Lu Shijun out, saying that he was going to send a friend abroad.

He lay on the sofa and refused to move: "Let me say goodbye to you brothers, and I will help you with your luggage?"

"Dinner at Uncle Qiao's house, you can sit there and move your mouth. By the way, have you read any books?"

"I watched it when I was in junior high school."

"Then don't be afraid of being cold. This guy has been trying to get an ancient reproductive hygiene test out, and you can just respond with a few words when the time comes."

Qiao Yun wore a pair of rimless glasses, casual clothes, and flip-flops, and looked at the two visitors meaningfully.Lu Shijun found it difficult to describe this kind of person with an obsessive-compulsive temperament. He is clearly covered in labels, but it seems that when you characterize him, he will tear off the disguise and start killing.

Gao Shuli introduced: "Lu Shijun, my friend."

After Qiao Yun greeted him warmly, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What kind of friend is it? I haven't seen it before. The taste is good."

The two were tacitly embarrassed for a second, and it was Gao Shuli who made trouble for Qiao Yun: "Don't talk nonsense, they are colleagues in my company."

The three young men obediently finished a whole bowl of rice under the scrutiny of Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao, then rolled up their sleeves and moved their heavy luggage.

Gao Shuli said helplessly: "You are going abroad, you want to immigrate. Isn't it the United States, why bring these original English books there?"

Qiao Yun said, "I've already cut off most of my book list, and I have to bring these with me. It's not like you haven't experienced capitalist profiteers. It's much more expensive to buy books in the United States."

"How is the food and accommodation in the United States?"

"MU is talking about providing single-person apartments, which are counted in the establishment, and they will be given [-] dollars a month. The rest of the scholarship should be enough, and my dad plans to contribute part of it. As for the money from CSC, it is only enough for me to go to the United States. God's travel expenses."

This way of living without running around for a living is really enviable, Lu Shijun smiled beside him.

"What's the matter, is there anything interesting?" Qiao Yun asked.

He fake coughed twice, and said: "I just think that if you record your conversation just now, it can be used as an advertisement for the China Study Abroad Fund. I have already thought about the slogan, to give away air tickets to study abroad, to dig into the walls of capitalism— —National Study Abroad Foundation.”

Gao Shuli pondered: "That's right, but there is a problem with the target audience. This style of language is suitable for private study abroad institutions. Changing the slogan to 'digging the walls of capitalism and choosing XX to study abroad' seems too general..."

Qiao Yun's faint smile was finally pulled into three straight lines: "It really is an advertiser."

At this reunion, Qiao Yun was much calmer than the previous time. When he saw Lu Shijun, he frowned and thought for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "This is Mr. Lu Shijun. I remember Shuli planned to send you When I went abroad, I asked me to take care of it, but there were so many troubles in the back, and I couldn't meet Mr. Lu."

"Now I remember my instructions. At that time, you replied to me like this: 'Unless you can buy Xx Magazine and fire those editors, don't worry about me seeking favors'."

"Feelings belong to feelings, business belongs to business. This is clearly Mr. Gao's own principle of doing things. Why doesn't it apply to him?"

Zhong Shuli didn't take it seriously: "Didn't I find someone to blow up all the satellites that these editors let go of? There is an Atlantic Ocean between Britain and the United States. How can my hands be so long?"

After a while, Zhong Shuli left the table to go to the bathroom, and the two began to chat about their experience studying abroad in the United States.

Qiao Yun finally finished wiping all the tableware at hand, Fang put away his casual attitude, and said, "Mr. Lu, I need your help with something."