119: C119 Net Blackie

C119 Net Blackie

"Yang Song, a man standing at the pinnacle of culinary arts"

Two hours later, such a post appeared at the top of the Luocheng forum. It was already 2 AM. The author had originally thought that no one would follow the post and was preparing to sleep!

The author was Zhang Wenwu, a junior at the University of Luo City. He usually read various posts and filled them with water on various Tieba forums, occasionally writing one or two essays which were pretty good. His family had a little money, and once after eating Yang Song's toasted gluten, he was attracted by this mysterious man.

Yang Song was a mysterious and aloof man who was extremely attractive to women. Even if it was a man, he wouldn't be able to escape his fate. Why? His culinary skills were simply too delicious! Anyone who had eaten Yang Song's delicacy would never eat anything else with the same taste!

This time, when he saw someone criticizing Yang Song's store, he could not help but open his account that had not been posted for a long time. He filled them with more than 3000 words of comments and an introduction to Yang Song's store.

Initially, he thought that this point would be left unattended. After casually throwing it into the Reputation Leaderboard, he was prepared to turn off the computer and sleep. Suddenly, a few messages appeared. He opened them and prepared to see who would make the comments.

Most of the posts were water posts, because Zhang Wenwu wrote about the price inside Yang Song's store, it was indeed a little scary, but Yang Song was not a swindler, so it was nothing to write about. To put it bluntly, the people who went to Yang Dong's store for the first time were usually people who were willing to take a beating.

After all, who would spend a hundred dollars on a string of toasted gluten? Spending nearly two hundred yuan just to eat a bowl of Dragon-Headed Noodle Soup? Yang Song was not a master of state banquets, so most of the comments in the post were just to spectate. It was too expensive, and he couldn't afford to eat any messages. It was just a normal way of leaving a message, so there was nothing to look at.

However, what caught Zhang Wenwu's attention was the message in the middle, which read: OP SB, the cliff was washed by Yang Song. Who the hell would be so stupid as to spend a hundred yuan to eat a skewer of roasted dough? A bowl of noodles cost 188 RMB? Three hundred dollars for the beef skewer? What's wrong? Is there a mine at home? Even if there was a mine, it wouldn't be eaten like this! Baldy Pen.

Yo! There was actually someone who dared to say that he was washing the ground in his post? He had written many years of posts. Even though it didn't say how good it was, it could all be true. Therefore, when someone dared to talk about him like that, he could not help himself anymore.

"Level lord, do you really know Yang Song's shop? Do you know of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion? Are you sure that it wasn't the troll army that was specially invited to discredit us? "

On the other end of the computer was a slovenly young man with a nickname, Bighead. Blackie's pupils constricted and his hands trembled. He did not expect that he, who had been a part of the family for so long, would be recognized the moment he opened his mouth.

The troll army did not need too many people, only a few people. They completely understood the meaning behind the water army, as each person had several tens of accounts under their control, and they would take turns to log in for someone or something, even a movie. As long as they gave money, they would be able to turn everything into something black.

"Brothers!" Someone found out about me, so let's all cheer up. I've already sent that post to the group. I'll discredit him! "

Bighead sent a message to the group of people, and more than a dozen of them immediately answered.

"No problem!" How dare anyone refute him? It seems like they do not know the immensity of heaven and earth! "

"Hmph, our big brother the troll army has never been afraid of anyone before!"

"Are there any rewards this time? "If I get paid, I'll get up. Otherwise, I'll sleep first!"

"Don't worry, the big boss agreed to it. We will submit the list of names for a hundred yuan. There will be an additional reward if we succeed!"

"Okay, get up immediately! Brothers! Come on! "

Suddenly, seven or eight people came online. They opened their account notebooks and began looking at Zhang Wenwu's post, one by one. There were obscenities in their words, and even the internet had no way to hide their words!

As long as a post was posted, it wouldn't be able to appeal to everyone. Some people would say that it was good, while others would say that it was bad, so Zhang Wenwu had this mentality and didn't care. But suddenly, the number of messages changed from eight to more than 20, and there were even some who continued to leave messages.

Hm? What happened today? This was the first time that such a situation had occurred. When he tapped open the thread to take a look, Zhang Wenwu was immediately infuriated. Zhang Wenwu was really unlucky, and all of them came to discredit him and Yang Song!

"OP is such a fool. A three hundred yuan beef skewer, has it been inlaid with gold?"

"Heh heh, what Fourteenth Pin Dragon Nail? Are you joking with me? Even a national banquet master would only have thirteen kowtows, you truly know how to boast! "

"One hundred and fifty-eight bowls of stir-fried rice flour?" What's wrong? There's dragon meat inside? "

"I have to report it to the Price Bureau. What is this thing? It will ruin China's reputation!"

Zhang Wenwu almost burst into laughter when he saw this. So Hei Zi was also a cultured person, and actually knew that only the State Feast Master was able to receive thirteen kicks. Seems like they, Hei Zi, did their homework, otherwise, most people would not know about the top record of the Imperial Feast Master, the thirteen kicks of the dragon's whisker [1].

No matter what, Zhang Wenwu was alone. He knew that one person could not beat more than ten or so of them, so he immediately had a plan. He sent a message in the group and someone responded quickly.

Little Liu: Oh! There was even someone who invited the Black Sea Army?

Langlang: It seems like some people don't know how powerful our Yang family army is!1

Xiaoyi: Yang Family? What do you mean? I didn't watch the group for two days, and then what happened?

Love gluten: Don't say you don't know, I also don't know!

Langlang: Are we all people who like to eat at Yang Song's place?

Lan Jindan: That's right! We all like to eat there!

Langlang: So! We are all together because of Yang Song, so, as long as we are in this group, we will be called Yang Army!

Little Liu: Well said! Since we are all from the Yang family, then let's help Little Zhang with his post! We must get back at Yang Song for this post!

tofu brain: That's right! We saw our boss start the business step by step from a small cart, and there's one more thing that matters. No matter how big the boss's food is, or how much he gives us, he doesn't give us anything to eat!

No! We even ate his kebabs for free last time. Since it's Sunday tomorrow anyway, we should properly support the boss!

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