Huang Ninghui has five million fans and shares his daily life in the shop visit every day.

He looks seven points and can wear makeup, which has attracted many female fans. The traffic on Weibo is even higher than that of ordinary little stars.

As soon as this Weibo post was posted, the reposts and comments rose rapidly.

[?!I still want to go to this restaurant. This kitchen is too dirty, right? Can this be eaten by people? How many bacteria are there?]

[I have avoided lightning and I have never seen such a big fire in rhubarb. I have been pink rhubarb for several years. Every time I visit a shop, I will give me advantages and disadvantages. This is the first time he criticized a store with no decent criticism.]

[The kitchen is dirty and messy, so I can't stand it anymore, so I even put poppy shells in the dishes? No wonder it is so delicious, I dare not eat it in the future, so I must report it!]

[Boycott Ting'an Restaurant! This kind of unscrupulous restaurant should be banned!]

[It's so disgusting that this restaurant is actually someone who is pushing this kind of garbage restaurant against his conscience, vomiting!]

Fans were all indignant.

As for food safety, passers-by and netizens spontaneously began to boycott it.

Ji Qingyao frowned.

She didn't know about Huang Ninghui, the food blogger, nor did she know the dark side of the store circle, but she believed in Si Fuqing.

Seeing that this Weibo post was getting more and more popular and more people resisted, Ji Qingyao immediately sent a private message to Si Fuqing Studio.

She couldn't do anything, she could only fight back against those too unbearable remarks.

It was time to check the ticket soon, Ji Qingyao boarded the plane and turned on the flight mode, but he was very nervous all the way.

How should she tell Si Fuqing about plundering luck?

No wonder Si Fuqing was hacked by the entire network in the past, probably because of his luck.

An hour and a half later, the plane arrived at Ancheng International Airport.

Ji Qingyao took a few breaths, and then followed the address given by Jiang Shuihan to go to Si Fuqing's studio.

The studio is not in the city. There is a six-story apartment building outside the Third Ring Road.

Si Fuqing is also very good at his subordinates, including food and accommodation.

Ji Qing knocked on the door with some trepidation, and the door opened in response.

But she hesitated and did not go in.

"Come on, sit down." Si Fuqing pointed to the single sofa opposite him, and his tone was very skillful. "Everyone else has gone out, no one else, so there is no need to be restrained."

Ji Qingyao was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was clearly the time for work, but there was no one else in the studio.

She pursed her lips before she walked in.

"Mr. Jiang said you have something important to come to me." Si Fuqing closed the script and nodded, "What's wrong?"

"I'm here to apologize." Ji Qingyao suddenly knelt down, and her voice was in a difficult mood, "Sorry, Miss Si, I was also guided by the two masters and realized that I had used your luck and your body..."

The monk said that whether it is exchanging life or forcibly plundering luck, it will have an irreversible impact on the original owner.

The key to changing life is to "change", and at least one life can be left.

If you plunder luck, you will be robbing someone’s life, so you will naturally have to squeeze it out thoroughly.

She naturally knew that Si Fuqing was in poor health before, and she became fat because of the hormones that caused the body to be stimulated by taking medicine.

Ji Qingyao didn't dare to think about what it would be like if Si Fuqing's luck was really plundered.

"It's not your fault, you don't know." Si Fuqing's eyes changed, and she immediately stepped forward to help Ji Qingyao up, "Get up, there is gold under her knees, so she can't kneel."

Ji Qing shook his hand and clenched his fingers: "But I took your luck..."

"I said, you don't know about this." Si Fuqing patted her on the shoulder, "And you came to me as soon as you knew it, you are really good."

"I took something that does not belong to me, so I naturally have to find the owner." Ji Qing shaking his fists and she smiled bitterly, "But I really don't know how to return my luck to you."

Si Fuqing looked up and smiled: "Don't worry, you voluntarily return it. You have strong willpower and you have almost changed it back. Don't be too burdened with your mentality."

Hearing this sentence, Ji Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief. She looked firm: "The master said that my sister also has your luck, and I will ask her to return the luck to you when I go back."

Si Fuqing said lightly: "Maybe not everyone is the same as you."

Ji Qingyao was stunned.

"The assessment of the Thousand Army Alliance is coming again?" Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows, "You haven't trained for the past twenty years and have good physical fitness. Even if my luck is gone, it will not have much impact on you."

"But because I haven't encountered the life and death disaster, my moves are still not ruthless enough. Can I teach you a few moves, can you learn?"

Hearing this sentence, Ji Qingyao's pupils suddenly contracted: "Miss Si, you..."

Si Fuqing was able to keep his past grudges. She was already very happy, but she was still willing to teach her?

I recalled the sword skills that Si Fuqing performed live that day, and it was indeed not a fancy way.

Only insiders can see that the sharp blade in Si Fuqing's hand can really kill people, and the knife will kill them.

Ji Qingyao was originally a martial arts fanatic, and his eyes lit up: "Please give me advice to you, Miss Si."

"Yeah, come on." Si Fuqing waved, "Let's go to the yard."

Ji Qingyao followed him immediately.

Shang Lu was exercising in the yard. When he saw the two of them, he greeted them and left the studio building with a wink and went out for a run.

"There are no swords here now, let's break the branches into swords." Si Fu tilted two branches and handed one to Ji Qingyao.

"Miss Si." Ji Qingyao took it and suddenly remembered another important thing, his voice anxiously, "Someone slandered your aunt's restaurant online for being unhygienic, and said that there were poppy shells in the dishes."

Si Fuqing narrowed his eyes and said, "Slander?"

"Yes, when I saw it, it had been more than 5,000 forwarding." Ji Qingyao took out his phone, "The situation is very bad."

The phone rang at this moment, it was Jiang Changning.

"Si Si, have you seen your restaurant be on the hot search?" Jiang Changning frowned, "That food blogger has five million fans and has a great influence."

It has always been easy to spread rumors and difficult to dispel rumors.

Even if the evidence is in front of you, netizens have a preconceived impression and are less concerned about refuting rumors.

"Five million fans?" Si Fuqing also saw the mobile phone screen that Ji Qing passed by and tickled, "It's so amazing."

She really never thought of borrowing her marketing power and celebrity effect in the entertainment industry to promote Ye Zhengmian’s restaurant.

Otherwise, the Musi Army alone would be enough to fill Ting'an restaurant.

But this does not mean that some internet celebrities can slander Ye Zhenmian's efforts at will.

The hot searches have reached the 14th place on the overall list, and Huang Ninghui’s comments on Weibo have exceeded 80,000.

All of them were accusing Ting'an Restaurant.

"Okay, I understand." Si Fuqing laughed softly, "My aunt doesn't go online, probably doesn't know yet. I'll check the surveillance record at that time."

After the call, she tapped on her phone a few times, quickly edited a Weibo post and posted it, and directly circled @海本天后其口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口口�

After sending it, she picked up the branches again and called Ji Qingyao: "Let's go, go two moves."

**

At this time, Huang Ninghui was resting in his villa.

He looked at his latest Weibo retweets and the comments he resisted below, and snorted coldly.

If he had no face, he would not be able to open the restaurant Ting'an!

With his fan base, it is easy to close a small restaurant.

But among the boycotted comments, it was not the old customers without Ting'an who questioned it.

But their doubts were quickly submerged in the comments of Huang Ninghui's fans. Fans called these old customers the leg hair of Ting'an Restaurant, empathizing with capitalists and not knowing how to protect customers' rights.

The Weibo accounts used by these old customers are also private accounts.

He has less fans than him and his influence is not as great as him.

It's useless at all.

Huang Ninghui was completely unscrupulous and these customers took it to heart. He was drinking red wine leisurely, waiting for the person in charge of Ting'an Restaurant to come and ask him.

The brat made him lose face at that time, so he ruined their restaurant.

Deserve it!

Huang Ninghui sneered.

If he had given him a free order, he would have praised Ting'an Restaurant on his Weibo. Unfortunately, some people were too flirted with ignorance and dared to say that he was a free agent. He could not swallow this tone.

Huang Ninghui was not afraid of the real customers of Ting'an Restaurant refuting him.

The Internet is a place where many people are mixed. Many netizens have no opinion or judgment and will only be led by him.

In the circle of food shop bloggers, they all know each other.

Huang Ninghui had long greeted several other bloggers who had nothing to do in the store. Unless Ting'an Restaurant comes to ask him, they will be exempted from the talks.

Without channels and not enough fans, he wanted to see how Ting'an Restaurant would show his face!

Huang Ninghui finished a glass of wine and browsed again on Weibo.

Because he found that the number of forwardings in his message column was rising exponentially.

Huang Ninghui suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

He immediately clicked on the forwarding column.

The number of forwardings is still rising, but it is not because his Weibo breaks the circle again.

Instead, a new Weibo blogger circled his name, which led to every time he was forwarded, and the message reminder sounded one after another.

This forwarding speed is much faster than his own Weibo.

Huang Ninghui's fingers trembled, he clicked on the Weibo of his name, and saw the blogger's name at first glance.

Becoming a top celebrity, Si Fuqing.
Chapter completed!