I just want to copy books quietly

It's no fun talking to women.

His wife had seen Du Caige change girlfriends more diligently than changing clothes a few years ago, and had heard too much negative news about Du Caige, so she had reservations about Du Caige.

Especially after the photography scandal was exposed, it was even more impossible to change her impression of Du Caige.

How many times she scolded Du Caige in front of Zou Guoyong, saying that he was playful and irresponsible, that he had harmed so many actresses and celebrities, that he was a scum, and that Du Caige was sorry for those women.

She didn't know, in fact, Zou Guoyong didn't care about these at all.Moreover, she didn't know how Du Caige's net worth of hundreds of millions disappeared.

Zou Guoyong was not interested in telling her that either.

Women don't understand the kind of fraternal love between brothers.

Between him and Du Caige, there is no one who owes the other.They are brothers.The things that each other has done for each other are already innumerable, it is already a messy account, and there is no way to calculate it.

If he knew who was doing Du Caige behind his back, Zou Guoyong would have brought a bone-chopping knife to trouble him.

But the Internet is something he really can't handle.

He also couldn't tell who was messing with his brother.

All I know is that the Internet is full of curses on Du Caige.

All he can do is pick up his mobile phone and call every relative and friend, asking them to speak up for his brother on the Internet.

Chapter 127 Who Wins This?

Yang Liqi and his girlfriend Linlin were side by side in the booth of the Internet cafe, their eyes were fixed on the screen, their expressions were concentrated, their hands were like flying fingers, and the speed and force of typing on the keyboard made the network administrator next to him twitch with distress.

"Linlin, take a break." Yang Liqi stopped and rubbed his sore fingers.

"You rest on your own," Linlin said without turning her head, "I'm going to scold this mentally handicapped child to the point of autism! Dare to quarrel with this cute girl, huh!"

Yang Liqi looked worried: "Hey, we still have too few people. The other party has launched so many navy troops. We are only a few people in the book friend group, not our opponents."

"I don't care, fight until the last moment, I will not admit defeat!" Linlin issued a declaration of the second year.

"However, Haida himself didn't admit that he is Lin Ke, what are we doing here!" Yang Liqi seemed a little helpless.

"Although he didn't say it clearly, we all know that Lin is him, and Hemingway is also him. Don't think too much, just support him!" Linlin turned her head and gave her boyfriend a smile, "Come on, little Qiqi, I will reward you tonight, you know!"

"Okay." Yang Liqi immediately felt a spring breeze blowing, which lifted his spirits, his blood mana was full, and he was so full of energy that he wanted to scream and throw himself into the passionate battle.

His hands seemed to have turned into a dozen tentacles, fighting on Weibo, posting bars, and at various strategic locations at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye, attacking anyone who insulted Lin Ke.

Even though their side is weak, like duckweed in the wind and rain, it seems that they will be submerged at any time, and they are almost powerless to fight back.

But Yang Liqi's fighting spirit became more and more high-spirited.

Linlin slammed the mouse, "Fuck, I've been banned! Stupid administrator!"

Then she realized that she had exhaled fragrance just now, she immediately covered her mouth and looked at her boyfriend secretly.

Yang Liqi's face was sullen, he must not laugh at this time, he must act as if nothing had happened, and pretend that he didn't hear anything.

He has learned the hard way.

After a while, he said: "You take a break, I will work hard for your share!"

"Okay!" Linlin shook her little pink fist, "Come on, little Qiqi, come on!"

Yang Liqi became more and more courageous in the battle, and Linlin was also watching the battle nervously.

"The outdated actor Luo Hengzuo also came out and stepped on our Haida, how angry!"

"Who is this, what cats and dogs also ran out to join in the fun."

"Wow, guess what I saw!" Linlin exclaimed suddenly.

Yang Liqi leaned over to take a look. It turned out that the official Weibo of the Dahuaguo Music Association had just updated a Weibo content: "Young people make mistakes, and God will forgive them, especially when he has already paid a lot to make amends and admit his mistakes. In addition , please don’t forget the beautiful music he brought.”

At the end, Aite also mentioned many official associations and individuals, such as Dahuaguo Pianist Association, Composer Association, Dahuaguo National Symphony Orchestra, Dahuaguo National Drama Troupe, Golden Melody Awards official Weibo, etc., and some Weibo of respected artists.

As if they had made an appointment, these microblogs quickly reposted this Weibo content posted by the Musicians Association.

These official accounts, as well as the artist's Weibo, although they don't have many fans, seem to have little influence on the Internet.

But a real insider naturally understands its weight.

Although the navy is still continuing to take the rhythm, some interested people have begun to stop and wait and see.

But the people in the game, such as netizens who have been brought into rhythm, and those who spontaneously defend Lin Ke, most of whom are fans of Zhu Xian and Gui Chuideng, are still fighting endlessly.

After a while.

"Hey, this one is awesome!" Excited Linlin tugged her boyfriend violently, "Look at this!"

Yang Liqi couldn't help but swear: "Damn, I can only say, Haida is too good!"

"Of course," Linlin said triumphantly, "I've grown up so much, I haven't pursued any stars, but I worship Haida willingly, and I don't even know what he looks like. Why do I worship him? Because he is a cow!"

Yang Liqi didn't want to be beaten by his girlfriend, so he nodded in agreement, "Indeed, Haida is so talented that he can be named and praised by the Police Headquarters. This wave is stable."

"Of course it's stable!" Linlin clapped her hands and said with a smile, "This represents the official meaning. I'll see who dares to commit crimes against the wind at this time!"

With the news updated on the official Weibo of the Police Headquarters, the sailors began to die down.

After all, the Internet is not a place outside the law, and the forces behind them dare not confront the state apparatus.

The point is that they don't know the extent of the relationship between the Police Headquarters and Lin Ke.

At this juncture, such a news was updated, even if the police headquarters didn't really care about Lin Ke, they just said a polite word casually, they didn't want to take the risk.

After the sailors died down, the remaining forces against Lin Ke declined sharply.

Under the ebb and flow, the forces supporting Lin Ke have been able to fight back and forth with their opponents.

however

"Linlin," Yang Liqi said in amazement, "I suddenly found that I couldn't type the word Lin Ke on Weibo, and it turned into asterisks when I typed it out. Look!"

Linlin leaned over and took a look, "Emmm really, this should be the official blocking of this word. Look, Lin Ke has also turned all the content posted before into asterisks."

Yang Liqi said: "Your Tieba account has not been blocked, you can try posting on Tieba and see if you can type the word Lin Ke."

"it is good."

Soon, Linlin shook her head and said, "No, a prompt pops up, saying that my post contains prohibited content and cannot be published."

Yang Liqi and his girlfriend looked at each other.

"Who wins this?"

"Of course Haida won. After all, the names have been blocked, so there should be no quarrel." Linlin said hesitantly.

"But his name has been blocked, which means that Weibo officials don't like him very much, right? Also, Bailing's officials don't like him too."

Linlin thought for a while, "I think this is a kind of protection."

Yang Liqi shrugged, not wanting to argue with his girlfriend, "Then shall we stay in the Internet cafe tonight?"

"Let's stay up all night. I'll open a small account and book Zhu Xian to support Haida. By the way, I'll watch it again."

"Then I will accompany you."

"Dong dong."

Shen Jinsong didn't raise his head, "Come in."

The handle is turned and the door is pushed open.

In the darkness, an exquisite and embossed body walked in. In the darkness, there was an ambiguous atmosphere that aroused people's daydreams.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Jade raised her arm and turned on the light.

Shen Jinsong blinked and sat up straight.

Liao Youjia noticed that he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were in a daze, as if he was thinking about a problem that was destined to be unsolvable, his face was not as calm and confident as usual.

But soon, Shen Jinsong regained his former majesty, as if everything just now was an illusion. "Xiao Liao, what's the matter?"

Liao Youjia's cold and glamorous face was full of awe and inviolability, "Liu Hongxiang asked us if we should continue to make the list, although he thought it would not be effective, but if you insist on doing it, he can let the following People continue to do it, but commit crimes against the wind, and the fee will increase by 50. If you stop now, you still have to pay the final payment, but he said to save you face, he can give you a 7% discount."

"I know, I won't do it, tell him to stop, you go and settle the balance, and use the account I gave you."

"Okay. What should I do next?"

"Don't do anything," Shen Jinsong said slowly, "wait, wait and see. Then, according to the original plan, stop Jiang Youxi's digital single on April 4."

The gray-haired man in his early 50s was biting a cigar and touching the limited edition Patek Philippe on his wrist, his eyes were out of focus.

"Yan Yingzhen, why did you help him? Don't you hate him to the bone?" He muttered to himself, "But it's not in vain to test out your tendencies this time. Next time, definitely."

Chapter 128 New Memory Fragments

Du Caige found himself in a strange room, pacing back and forth, feeling anxious and depressed.

The room is not big, but it feels very warm.

The curtains were not completely closed, and the warm sunlight shone in. Occasionally, there was a breeze blowing in, gently brushing people's faces, bringing the sweet breath of early summer.

In sight, there was a transparent glass round tea table, on which were two glasses of mineral water and a pot of pleasing-looking green-skinned thick-leaved plants.

With the coffee table as the center, two single sofas are placed almost at right angles.

On one of the couches sat a woman.

The woman sat upright and gracefully like a swan.

Of course, it is a swan entering old age.

She is at least 50 years old, with gray hair and fine wrinkles.

The appearance can only be regarded as Zhou Zheng, not beautiful, but the temperament is particularly good, calm, calm, confident and calm.

He was wearing a floral casual long shirt, black cropped pants, and furry bear-shaped slippers on his feet.

She sat there all the time, motionless, with a gentle, understanding smile on her lips, like a sculpture.

Du Caige immediately realized that this was another dream, no, memory fragments.

This scene is likely to have happened in real life.

After a while, Du Caige felt himself stop, looked at the woman, and said mockingly: "Sitting still, you can earn 1200 yuan an hour. You can make money so easily, no wonder so many people want to be psychological counselors." !"

The woman smiled slightly and said softly, "If you are ready, we can start at any time."

"You didn't answer my question directly."

"You didn't ask a question, and it didn't need an answer," the woman said. "If you weren't happy with my rate, you wouldn't have come. I understand that not everyone is comfortable opening their mouths and expressing their worst feelings." The core secret. Take your time, don’t worry, I’m always here, and I’ll speak when you’re ready.”

Du Caige felt that he relaxed a lot and stopped.

After a while, he found himself sitting in the sofa chair opposite the woman, leaning back comfortably, looking at the ceiling.

Then there was another long silence.

After a long time, Du Caige felt his eyes move down, staring at the woman's eyes, his mood suddenly became tense, as if he was about to reveal some earth-shattering secret.

The woman nodded slightly, as if silently encouraging.

"Mr. Chen Quan, if I say that there is another soul living in my body, do you think I'm crazy?" Du Caige heard himself asking.The voice tried to be calm, but there was still a tremor exposed.

Chen Quan's eyes were sincere, and he smiled and said: "I will not doubt your words, because what you said must be true to you. However, we need to continue to explore the practical significance of these things. "

Du Caige felt relieved.

Chen Quan said: "What you wanted to express just now is do you think there is another personality in your body?"

Du Caige bowed his head and thought for a while, then said: "Not exactly, I think it's just a very long life memory, from another world, a world that is very similar to us but different in subtleties. That memory has no consciousness , or in other words, the consciousness is in a deep sleep, allowing me to read those memories undefended."

"Of course, it's not so easy to read those memories. I can't always read useful information according to my own mind."

Then he raised his head and looked into Chen Quan's eyes: "If I say it, I'm just a poor plagiarist. The songs I wrote, the scripts, and the comics I drew are all read from the memory of that life." I came out. I don’t have any talent and talent at all, I don’t deserve the fame, status and money I have now, I’m just a bully, what do you think?”

Du Caige was shocked.

His shock seemed to be that a stone fell into the pool, and the calm water rippled, distorting and blurring the situation in the memory fragments, and then the whole world collapsed.

Du Caige woke up in his bed.

Sweaty and sticky.

He sat up, panting heavily, and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed. The faint fluorescent light reminded him: it was 4:12 in the morning.