Detonate, public opinion, don't know what to do.

After a quick reminder to "watch out for the ratings", Chi Xiaochi went on to watch his literary movie.

The old man play videos saved earlier were really hot to the eyes, 061 felt red just listening to the sound, but the task Chi Xiaochi gave him had to be accomplished, so he could only endure the hotness, activate the mute and mosaic function, and carefully pick out a section of the main male character, Zhou Kai, who had his whole face on the screen in HD amongst the huge pile of fancy mosaics.

As for the lover's face and body, they are covered by 061 in a mass of mosaic.

By the time he finished his work and successfully uploaded it to the network, Chi Xiaochi's side of the world was already quiet, only the man and woman in the movie were talking to each other.

061: "...... Xiaochi?"

Chi Xiaochi closed her eyes and didn't say anything.

061 Turn the movie off.

At the loss of the voice, Chi Xiaochi woke up with a start, "Huh? I'm still watching."

061 laughs, "Where are looking."

Chi Xiaochi, stiff upper lip: "I just saw them kissing."

061 felt the urge to poke him in the head and simply said, "Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

After that, the night light in the room went out and the covers were automatically pulled up, wrapping Chi Xiaochi in a warm, dry blanket.

Chi Xiaochi, who was lying under the covers, said, "I didn't finish it. Did he die at the end?"

After 061 pressed his fingers to his temples and played the movie through at 24x speed, he replied, "Enlisted in the army, and then the war was won, and he came back in a tank, and met the heroine on the street, and he jumped out of the tank, and carried the woman up to the turret of the tank."

Actually, the hero died in the war, in a cold mat in a foreign land.

Chi Xiaochi showed a relieved expression, shrinking under the covers, "That's good."

"Go to sleep." 061 takes the book of poems out, "Yesterday read page 65 ......"

...... Actually, that movie is in his world, too, and he's seen it.

But Chi Xiaochi likes the 061 edited ending as much as he likes the fake one Lou Ying wrote for Sirius.

Tonight Isong forgot to draw the bedroom curtains.

Outside the window it was a fine day in early fall, and despite the inky night, the clouds were still thick, fluffy, and warm to the naked eye, like a finely textured quilt, and Chi Xiaochi imagined it was them that were covering herself, while 061's voice was coming through the slim clouds.

He figured he wouldn't hear anything like that when he got back from his mission.

It's okay, he thought again, you always get used to it. No more sleeping pills.

With that in mind, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep.

On the other hand, Zhou Kai doesn't know what is about to happen to him.

When his strength had recovered a little, he opened the two bottles of red wine he had just used as props and had a romantic candlelight dinner with his young lover.

After a good night's drinking, the two embraced each other.

The next morning, he woke up at 6:30 a.m., as usual, and kissed the person in his arms, who returned the kiss and got up to prepare breakfast while he dressed and showered on his own, ready to go to the office.

It was only when two slices of toasted bread popped out of the toaster with a yellowish hue that a shaved Zhou Kai remembered to turn on his cell phone and see if there were any urgent events to attend to.

But his cell phone had just been turned on, and he was rushed straight to death by a mountain of emails, text messages, and missed calls.

"...... What the hell?"

Zhou Kai casually clicked on an email, it was from his secretary Frank two minutes ago, in a strange tone, asking him not to come to the office when he woke up and saw the email.

He checked the subjects of the unread emails one by one, and found that the senders were different, some of them were the managers of the departments, some of them were the former partners, and some of them looked familiar, and they seemed to be the models under his company, which also included the popular black female model Fiona.

...... What's wrong with this one?

Zhou Kai didn't even have time to open one of the letters to see what was going on when Sam's call came in.

Zhou Kai picked up inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Sam was on his way to Zhou Kai's house, frantic with anxiety, his blonde hair not even brushed, piled up in a messy heap on his head.

Upon hearing Zhou Kai's voice, he nearly choked out a sob, "Mr. Zhou, you finally answered the phone. Please don't come to the company. Reporters have blocked the company's downstairs, Frank and the legal counselor are dealing with it, I'm almost at your home, we'll talk later."

Zhou Kai was confused, "What happened?"

Sam tried to steady his emotions, "...... You'll know everything when you read the email."

With that he hung up.

Zhou Kai was both skeptical and alarmed.

...... He dared to hang up on his own phone?

What happened to ......?

He was so confused for a moment that he forgot he wasn't home at the moment.

On the other hand, Chi Xiaochi has woken up.

He had an extra hour of sleep because of the fracture, though, and since Ethan hadn't come to call him, he was in bed.

After uploading the video to YouTube, 061 went up and took a peek at it when there were only 15 or 6 hits, and then let it fester without bothering.

He brushed up on Chi Xiaochi's interviews all night and caught up on historical videos of his past modeling days, and in the blink of an eye it was dawn.

After Chi Xiaochi woke up, he entertained himself by switching pages and going to have a look at the video.

Seeing the number of plays and comments, 061 was half speechless, trailing off and letting out an exclamation, "...... Ah."

Chi Xiaochi lazily hugged her pillow and said, "You want a poetry reading."

061: "...... Look."

He turned the page over to Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi propped up his chin and glanced lightly, "That's just where it's at. Just wait and see, his good days are ahead."

When he finished, he turned his attention back to the video itself with great interest, "Which part of your video did you choose, tell me to take a look."

At the same time, Zhou Kai also followed the video address sent by e-mail and clicked on the video with a mixture of anger and shock.

The video begins with a black screen and a standardized format stating that this video is rated □□ and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.

And right after that, Zhou Kai's own big face appeared, startling Zhou Kai himself.

He was holding one of his usual fake X-tools in his hand and smiled as he leaned towards a mass of what could only be seen as a mosaic of females on the bed.

Zhou Kai immediately turns the video off, blushing and panting like a bison.

He didn't even want to look at what the other video actually was.

After pacing the room anxiously for a few moments, he copied his cell phone and tried to contact the head of public relations.

But the phone shows occupied, call again, still occupied.

Zhou Kai contacted the deputy minister. The call went through.

He opened his mouth, "Simon, tell them to remove that damn thing from the video site! Put out a statement that it's an invasion of my personal privacy and I-"

Simon on the other side of the phone interrupted.

In Zhou Kai's impression, Simon, who had always been gentle, sneered and said, "I'm black. Fuck you."

The phone was cut off.

Zhou Kai held his cell phone in his hand and froze.

After a few seconds, he finally guessed the terrible thing that could happen.

He lunged straight for the computer and fumbled to click on another audio.

The audio obviously didn't get as much play as the video with the fiery content, but the comments underneath were more than double.

Chi Xiaochi watched the video and gave the characterization, "Mr. Zhou was a decent man in his life, so let's all spit before we go."

061 pursed her lips.

Then Chi Xiaochi came back with a professional comment, "Not to mention, the technique is quite professional, it looks like he has practiced."

061: "...... What to make of this."

Chi Xiaochi says, "It's easy. I play this too."

061 Surprised.

Chi Xiaochi raised an eyebrow at 061's reaction, "...... No, do I look like a boy scout at all? Or do I look like I've been fasting and abstaining for years?"

061: "......" really doesn't look like it.

"But I always buy my own stuff and make it on myself, I do it myself, I have plenty of food." Chi Xiaochi, a working man, held Zhou Kai in contempt, "Unlike this bourgeoisie, who just knows how to oppress the laborers, if you have the ability to day yourself."

061 was nagged by Chi Xiaochi's mouth to the point that his brain hurt.

Shortly after the words fell, one person and one system heard the sound of a car outside.

061: "Is Zhou Kai back?"

Before the words fell, the original silence outside the window suddenly exploded with the sound of people, shutter sound layers and layers, a wave of three stacks.

By the sound of it, there was at least a platoon of reporters crouching outside.

Sam's voice came vaguely from outside: "I'm not ...... No comment ...... Please move, move, move!!!"

Chi Xiaochi says, "Order two cat-sucking videos for me to see. He's going to be pestered for at least ten minutes if he tries to come in."

Sure enough, it was nearly a quarter of an hour before Sam squeezed into the villa, exhausted.

Ison, who had put him in, was dumbfounded, completely unaware of what was happening, and greeted him twice in Spanish, to which Sam did not care to respond.

He asked, "Where is Mr. Chow?"

Isong was about to reply when the upstairs bedroom door clicked open.

Shen Zhangqing, wearing a protective plate, crouched on the railing of the second-floor staircase and peered downward, his gaze blank and tender, "Mr. Sam?"

Sam leered at the sight of his chest protector.

In Zhou Kai's mouth, Shen Zhangqing suffered from a severe cold, so he did not see him in the company during this period of time, but look at Shen Zhangqing's appearance, obviously ......

Yi Song's face changed, "Mr. Shen, go back quickly."

Shen Zhangqing pointed to the clock and said innocently, "It's time to get up."

Sam quickly came back to his senses and bowed to Shen Zhangqing, "Mr. Shen, is Mr. Zhou home?"

Shen Zhangqing shook his head, "He's not in. He worked overtime yesterday and didn't come back all night."

Sam immediately thought of the unsavory video and the woman in the video who was getting flipped off with Zhou Kai.

He had saved a few moments of sympathy for the man in front of him, but after noticing the shroud, a horrible suspicion grew in him.

Shen Zhangqing, however, looked unconcerned, the curvature of the smile at the corner of his mouth remained unchanged: "Is he not in the company?"

Sam stared him right in the eye, "I haven't gotten to the office yet."

Shen Zhangqing said, "What's the emergency? Is it related to the company?"

Sam : "It's nothing too urgent, you don't have to worry."

Shen Zhangqing said, "That's good."

The playful "Fine" gave Sam goosebumps.

Shen Zhangqing was about to turn around and go back to his room when, as if remembering something, he said to Isong downstairs, "I'd like some pudding."

Isong replied in a businesslike manner, "It's not dessert time for you ......"

Shen Zhangqing interrupted him straight away, a pair of dark eyes staring at him, "Otherwise, why don't you make a call and ask Mr. Zhou?"

...... Ask him if he has time for such things now.

This time, the situation is very different from Zhou Kai's show snooze, which created a direct earthquake, not to mention the heat from the former incident is still lingering. Netizens have been digging out photos from the show, comparing them one by one, and realizing that there were quite a few black models in that show.

Internet users around the world share the same trait of being extremely capable of brainstorming characterizations, and many outright asserted that Zhou Kai must have been indirectly expressing his antipathy towards black people by sleeping at the show.

Some prudish people also questioned how the person in the audio, who didn't show his face, could prove that it was Zhou Kai who made that discriminatory remark.

A professional immediately followed up, rigorously comparing the tracks in the video and audio, and verified Zhou Kai's identity with a high degree of overlap.

The social networks exploded with public opinion.

The blacks were protesting sternly; the whites were looking on and claiming that it was racial discrimination against the blacks by the yellows and had nothing to do with the whites; and the yellows were vehemently denying Zhou Kai's identity, arguing that he had already obtained Canadian citizenship for more than twenty years and was a standard yellow-skinned, white hearted person, and that they refused to take in this kind of scum.

But the only thing that's more harmonious is that all three parties agree that Zhou Kai is a huge douchebag.

Around 7am, model Fiona made a comment on her ins, "I made it all the way to this day on my legs, not stealing." It pushed public opinion even further.

When the market opened in the morning, Zhou Kai's stock fell all the way to a halt. The evaporation of market value directly forced Zhou Kai to red-eye.

He was afraid to go to the office or even leave his lover's villa.

After all, the power of the internet is infinite, and almost at the first time the video was released, someone heard that the female protagonist, who was transformed into a pile of mosaic, sounded very much like Lily, the female model who was in the same company as Fiona and who was recently keen on charity.

Zhou Kai is trapped in Lily's villa and can't imagine how many long guns are hiding outside.

Lily, meanwhile, was sobbing intermittently in the back room.

Zhou Kai was so annoyed by the crying that he yelled, "Why are you crying?"

Lily, who had been punched and swollen in one eye, choked violently and stopped crying.

It was the first time she had been exposed to Zhou Kai's wrath, and she had nearly collapsed. She didn't even dare to imagine what had happened to that Shen Zhangqing over the years.

Sam's call came in again, and Zhou Kai grabbed the phone, forced down the sandy, fishy breath that rose in his throat, and said in a muffled voice, "...... Hello."

Sam's voice sounded exhausted, "Mr. Zhou, please stay where you are. I just came out of your house, and Mr. Shen and the others don't seem to know about this yet ......"

Zhou Kai Where does he still have the heart to care about Shen Zhangqing, angrily said, "Who the hell is it? Who's screwing with me?"

He fought back his annoyance and watched that video over.

That audio was apparently recorded last night, while the video was not, at least not a week or so ago.

Where he couldn't see that it was a calculated setup!

He's being watched!

But he searched the villa's bedrooms and didn't find the bugs or hidden cameras he expected, which called him distracted, and the result was that the entire bedroom was smashed beyond recognition.

Sam says, "I had tech check it out and it's the same person who sent the video and the audio, but that IP address shows up as not existing ......"

As he spoke, Sam thought of the email address that had sent him a strange email but whose IP could not be traced, and his heart palpitated slightly.

Zhou Kai angrily said, "Contact the PR department, no matter how much it costs, delete those two things!"

"Negotiations are already underway." Sam tugged at his frayed tie, "But I'm worried that deleting one will cause ten more to pop up. That video contains disturbing content that would justify deletion, but that audio ......"

Zhou Kai snarled with his neck, "So what? It's my freedom of speech!"

Meanwhile, Chi Xiaochi was still listening in on Zhou Kai's every move.

At that, holding the pudding, he sneered.

Until today, a large part of the population thought that freedom of speech is absolute freedom, the freedom that I have to make up my own mind and no one else can ever refute it.

061 sighed as he looked at the remorse value, which was still at "0", "Doesn't he realize what a mistake he's made by now?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Of course he doesn't realize that a headstrong person like him, even if he's covered with as many handles as a sieve, he's bound to think it's all someone else's fault."

He scooped up a spoonful of pudding and added, "...... Like I said, for him, this is just the beginning."