Chapter 1118

Beijing!

The voices that were previously calling for Zhou Andong to be beaten and killed because of Song Ziyi's disappearance suddenly disappeared.

Because today's Morning News, Daily News, Youth News, Evening News, and other media suddenly published photos of Song Ziyi appearing at the airport.

Dragging a suitcase, carrying a travel bag—one look and you could see he was fleeing in fear of punishment, proving that what the police announced before was the truth.

This time, some brain-dead people who were led by the nose and had always believed in the public intellectuals couldn't take it anymore.

Because they just believed that Song Ziyi was harmed by Zhou Andong, and they even went to the Municipal Bureau to make trouble. Quite a few were detained.

Now the truth was revealed to the world, and those brain-dead people finally woke up, especially those who had been detained, who turned from love to hate for the public intellectuals.

You have scholars, professors, status, and position, so I believed you. But what about you?

Using our trust, playing with us? Are you still sitting in your office now, drinking tea while cursing us as idiots?

Wu Ying stood in front of the office window, her eyes fixed on the outside without moving, but her eyes didn't have any focus. Clearly, her mind had already flown to the nine heavens.

"Ding-a-ling..."

The phone rang suddenly. Wu Ying's body shuddered, then she let out a long breath, patted her chest, turned back, and grabbed the phone on the desk.

"I am Wu Ying!"

"Old Wu!" Old Sun's voice came from the receiver: "For the next period of time, don't express any opinions about Zhou Andong. After this wind passes, we will find another opportunity. We must make Zhou Andong's reputation stink."

Wu Ying was silent for a moment: "Did you read today's Daily News?"

Old Sun also suddenly fell silent, because today's Daily News reported Zhou Andong answering reporters' questions in Xiangjiang.

It can be said that Zhou Andong beat the faces of those toxic reporters in Xiangjiang until they were swollen, and he felt the pain in Beijing too.

They had been praising Western culture and beautifying Western civilization, but every time, they were thrown to the ground and trampled to pieces by Zhou Andong.

It was just that they never dreamed that even when he got to Xiangjiang, Zhou Andong wouldn't stop, slapping those toxic reporters' faces. For some reason, they also felt their faces hurt.

They really hated Zhou Andong to the point of gnashing their teeth, but the contest until now had been a complete mess. Although they were unwilling, they were helpless.

Especially since they had heard some rumors that the Ministry of Culture was going to rectify the media, which made them nervous, so they decided to hibernate for the time being.

"Then let's do that."

Old Sun put down the phone, then picked up the cigarette on the desk and lit it.

He was about fifty years old, fat-headed and big-eared, with a shining forehead and a few sparse hairs neatly pasted on the top of his head.

"Zhou Andong, don't be proud. A cheap bone like you who has been brainwashed by education won't have a good end."

This guy opened his eyes wide, cursed Zhou Andong through gritted teeth, and pressed the half-smoked cigarette hard into the ashtray.

Seeing that the time was about right, he got up, put on his green woolen overcoat, put on his gentleman's hat, tucked his genuine leather bag under his arm, and walked out.

He walked out of the office building and was blown by a cold wind, shivering, and cursed under his breath.

"Damn, it's only mid-November, and it's already this cold. How will we get through this winter?"

This old guy exhaled a breath, walked down the steps, and at this time, someone walked over from the side.

Wearing a military overcoat, wearing a cotton hat, and also wrapped in a scarf, only revealing two eyes.

This person was also carrying a plastic bucket. Although it was covered with a lid, a foul smell could still be faintly smelled.

However, Old Sun didn't pay attention, just took a look, and then walked toward the Charade parked not far away.

"Sun Dagu!" That person suddenly shouted.

Old Sun was stunned, turned his head and asked: "You know me?"

"Of course I know you."

That person chuckled, lifted the lid of the plastic bucket, and the stench rushed toward his face.

Before Old Sun, that is Sun Dagu, could react, that person had already buckled the bucket onto his head.

Yellow-not-yellow, black-not-black soup, mixed with scraps of paper of various colors, flowed down his neck.

Especially that kind of pungent, hard-to-describe-in-words stench, which almost made him faint.

This made him immediately hold his breath. Just as he was frantically trying to take off the plastic bucket buckled on his head, he opened his mouth, wanting to breathe fresh air.

Then, something fell into his mouth—soft, with granules, but the taste was too much for him to bear.

With a howl, he bent over and vomited everything he had eaten for lunch, finally wanting to vomit out his bile.

Passersby all covered their noses and ran far away, then stood in the distance watching the excitement, pointing and gesturing.

Being splashed with a whole body of dung soup, and even having a bright red woman's sanitary napkin on his head—one look and you knew he must have offended someone.

And it must be a deep hatred, otherwise no one would do this.

When Sun Dagu finished vomiting and wanted to find that person, they had long since run away.

"Old Sun!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

Old Sun cried. He was truly crying. Being splashed with a whole body of dung, whether it was the soul or the flesh, the damage was too great.

And this was at the entrance of the unit building. Being seen by colleagues, how would he work in the future?

At this time, he could imagine that after going to work tomorrow, how his colleagues would point and gesture behind his back.

Yes, just like these lowly people hiding in the distance watching the excitement, pointing and laughing at him behind his back.

"Old Sun!"

The voice of the guy behind him actually carried a smile, which made Sun Dagu very angry.

"Oh my!" The person behind him said again: "Go quickly to our unit's bathhouse to wash, I'll call your sister-in-law and have her send a set of clothes."

"Who did you offend to be splashed with a whole body of dung soup?" Another gloating voice came: "My God, this smell is truly authentic."

"You stop gloating."

The first voice said with dissatisfaction, then he laughed.

"Sorry, sorry, Old Sun, I really didn't mean to laugh out loud."

"Enough!" Sun Dagu roared, glared angrily at the two dead rivals in front of him, and turned to walk toward the unit office building.

"Old Sun!" Sun Dagu just walked up the steps when he was stopped by the two: "You go through the back door. You are covered in dung soup, and you'll get it everywhere you walk. How will we clean it up? How will we work tomorrow?"

Sun Dagu took a deep breath, and that pungent stench almost made him vomit again.

At this time, his hatred for the guy who splashed him with dung was completely replaced by these two dead rivals in front of him.

"Move!"

"Old Sun!" A guy looked at him with a smile, just not letting him in: "You want convenience, but you have to think about us, right?"