258 Bullsh*t Logic (2/2)
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As for Jia Zhengyi, he sent someone to Jiangcheng City by flight that very night. His representative arrived at the Luo's Workshop headquarters with an amicable smile on his face. He appeared very humble, almost like somebody's grandson begging to see the boss of Luo's Workshop.
Xiao Luo had no plans to meet the man. The entire operations at Luo's Workshop had been handed over to Zhang Dashan, who did receive the visitor. Zhang Dashan immediately made his intentions clear, and he would not settle the matter privately. He planned to take Jia Zhengyi to court and would seek compensation for defamation and demand a public apology.
Many of Jiangcheng's netizens had taken part in that ”verbal warfare” that revolved around Xu Guansong's long article that Jia Zhengyi had posted. With the verdict in their favor, Luo's Workshop's management was instantly absolved of any wrongdoing. The fact that Jia Zhengyi had distorted the truth to defend a criminal, under the pretense of justice, set off a considerable firestorm on social media again. Despite having disabled his comments section on his Weibo page, Jia Zhengyi's number of followers was still declining alarmingly. Very soon, he was left with only about five million followers.
The Xiahai TV station had also taken the TV program, ”Old Jia's Talk Show,” off the air, and without his platform, this proved a fatal blow for Jia Zhengyi.
On the fourth afternoon, Jia Zhengyi held a press conference. Like Xu Guansong, he looked like he had aged for more than ten years over this short period. His face was now drawn and sullen, a distinct departure from the sharp-tongued and plucky personality in the talk show that everybody had come to admire. The change was not unlike making a comparison between the sky and the ground, they seemed to be two entirely different persons.
In the press conference, Jia Zhengyi was contrite, repeatedly apologizing to Luo's Workshop and the massive following of ”San Qian Luo Shui” fans. He declared remorsefully that he had disappointed everyone and would accept any form of punishment. He expressed his repentance with red eyes and an emotional, choked voice.
”F*ck, he looks so pitiful, I can't bear to sue him.”
Behind that brutish and hard-nosed persona, Zhang Dashan was, in reality, rather soft-hearted. But when he needed to, he could be absolutely brutal.
Xiao Luo was sitting on the sofa, drinking his hot black-wolfberry tea while watching the TV. After hearing Zhang Dashan's words, he turned his head and chuckled, ”He should still pay the compensation!”
Zhang Dashan grabbed a bottle of beer and took a mouthful, ”That is for certain. Who told him to provoke Luo's Workshop when it did not concern him? If he doesn't pay the price for that, he'll really think that Luo's Workshop is easy meat.”
Xiao Luo cocked his eyebrow and remained silent.
Of late, he seemed to be following more of Su Li's performances. He realized that, as long as she was starring in any movies or songs, they would all suit his taste.
Zhang Dashan noticed it too and couldn't help from giving him some friendly advice, ”Brother, it's not that I'm mean but, although you're a company's boss, you are still far from being a tycoon. For a woman like Goddess Su Li, just keep her in your mind. Don't ever think more than that, it's not realistic.”
”And what is it that you have in your mind again?” Xiao Luo rolled his eyes at him.
”F*ck, we're all men. Would I not know what you are thinking up there? I never seen you pay any attention to goddess Su Li before. Now, you like the songs she sings, the movies she plays, do you dare say that you don't have this fantasy about being with her, even a tiny bit?”
”No, not at all,” Xiao Luo said, shaking his head.
”Like I'll ever believe that. As your good brother, I got to be candid and make it clear to you. Goddess Su Li herself is loaded as hell, she's rich and famous. Unless you get yourself higher up, say in the ranks of Chu Yunxiong or Jack Ma, don't expect her ever to lay eyes on you, okay.” Zhang Dashan put his point across succinctly.
Xiao Luo didn't bother to respond. He didn't understand why listening to Su Li's songs or watching her movies was even a big deal. Did Zhang Dashan think that he had improper thoughts of Su Li in his mind?
What kind of bullshit logic was that!
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