Chapter 366 Return the luck, Miss Si will fly! 【3 more】

   Huang Ninghui has 5 million fans and shares his daily routine of visiting the store every day.

   His looks can score seven points, and he can make up, attracting a lot of girl fans, and the traffic on Weibo is higher than that of ordinary starlets.

   As soon as this Weibo was posted, forwarding and comments went up.

  【? ! I still want to go to this restaurant, the kitchen is too dirty, isn't it? Is this edible? How many bacteria are there? 】

   [Lightning has been avoided, and I have never seen such a big fire in Rhubarb. I have been a fan of Rhubarb for several years. Every time I visit a store, Rhubarb will give advantages and disadvantages. This is the first time he has criticized a store. 】

  【The mess in the kitchen can no longer be tolerated, and you even put poppy shells in the dishes? No wonder it's so delicious, I don't dare to eat it in the future, I must report it! 】

  【Boycott Ting An Restaurant! This unscrupulous restaurant should be banned! 】

  【This restaurant is so disgusting, there are people who push this kind of garbage restaurant against their conscience, vomit! 】

  The fans were outraged.

   And it is related to food safety, passers-by and netizens also spontaneously began to boycott.

   Ji Qingyao frowned.

   She didn't know Huang Ninghui, a food blogger, nor the shady scene in the shop, but she believed in Si Fuqing.

   Seeing that the popularity of this Weibo is getting higher and higher, and more and more people are boycotting it, Ji Qingyao immediately sent a private message to Si Fuqing Studio.

   She can't do anything but fight back those remarks that are too unbearable.

   When it was time to check in soon, Ji Qingyao got on the plane and turned on the flight mode, but he was very nervous along the way.

   How on earth should she tell Si Fuqing about plundering luck?

   It's no wonder that Si Fuqing was hacked by the whole network before, and I'm afraid he was robbed because of his luck.

   After an hour and a half, the plane arrived at Anseong International Airport.

   Ji Qingyao took a few breaths slowly, and then went to Si Fuqing's studio according to the address Jiang Shuihan gave her.

  The studio is not located in the city. Outside the Third Ring Road, there is a six-storey apartment building.

  Si Fuqing is also very good to his subordinate employees, including food and shelter.

   Ji Qingyao knocked on the door a little nervously, and the door opened in response.

   But she hesitated and did not go in.

   "Come on, take a seat." Si Fuqing pointed to the single-seat sofa opposite him, with a very skilled tone, "Everyone else has gone out, no one else, so don't be cautious."

   Ji Qing was stunned for a while, only to realize that it was obviously work time, but there was no one else in the studio.

   She pursed her lips and walked in.

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

"I'm here to apologize." Ji Qingyao knelt down suddenly, her voice was difficult, "I'm sorry, Miss Si, I also learned that I used your luck, your body... "

  The monk said that whether it was changing his life or forcibly plundering his luck, it would have an irreversible impact on the original owner.

   The point of changing lives is to "change", so there is still a life left.

   You can plunder luck, but that is to rob people's lives, and naturally you have to squeeze them thoroughly.

   She naturally knew that Si Fuqing was in poor health before, and he gained weight because of hormone stimulation of the body caused by taking medicine.

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

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

   Ji Qingyao lowered 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 come to me as soon as you know, you are really nice."

   "I took something that didn't belong to me, so naturally I have to find the owner." Ji Qing shook his fists, she smiled bitterly, "It's just that I really don't know how to return my luck to you."

  Si Fuqing raised his head and smiled: "Don't worry, you voluntarily return it, your willpower is very strong, and it has almost been replaced, so don't have too much mental burden."

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

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

   Ji Qingyao was startled.

"The assessment of the Qianjun League is coming again?" Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows, "You haven't practiced in the past 20 years, and your physical fitness is very good. Even if my luck is gone, it won't affect you too much. Big."

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

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

  Si Fuqing was able to disregard the past, she was already very happy, and she was willing to teach her?

   Thinking back to the swordsmanship that Si Fuqing performed live that day, it was really not a slap in the face.

   Only an expert can see that the sharp blade in Si Fuqing's hand can really kill people, and the knife kills him.

   Ji Qingyao was a martial idiot, his eyes lit up: "Miss Si please enlighten me."

   "Mmmm, come." Si Fuqing beckoned, "Let's go to the yard."

   Ji Qingyao followed immediately.

  Shanglu was exercising in the yard. When he saw the two of them, after greeting them, he left the studio building with a wink and went for a run outside.

   "There is no sword here, let's break a branch into a sword." Si Fu folded two branches and handed one of them to Ji Qingyao.

   "Miss Si." Ji Qingyao took it, suddenly remembered another important thing, and his voice was eager, "Someone slandered your aunt's restaurant on the Internet as unsanitary, and said that the dishes had poppy shells."

  Si Fu squinted his eyes: "Slander?"

   "Yes, when I saw it, the retweets had passed 5,000." Ji Qingyao took out his mobile phone, "The situation is very bad."

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

   "Sisi, have you seen the trending searches on your restaurant?" Jiang Changning frowned, "That food blogger has five million followers, and his influence is not low."

   It has always been easier to spread rumors than to refute them.

   Even if the evidence is in front of us, netizens have a preconceived impression, but they are not so concerned about refuting rumors.

   "Five million fans?" Si Fuqing also saw the screen of the mobile phone that Ji Qingyao handed over, and clicked his tongue, "That's amazing."

   She really never thought of using her marketing power and star power in the entertainment industry to promote Ye Zhenmian's restaurant.

  Otherwise, the Musi Corps alone would be enough to fill the Ting An restaurant.

   But this does not mean that there are internet celebrities who can slander Ye Qianmian's efforts at will.

The    hot search has reached the 14th place in the total list, and Huang Ninghui's Weibo comment has exceeded 80,000.

  All of them are blaming Ting'an Restaurant.

   "Okay, I get it." Si Fuqing laughed softly, "My aunt doesn't use the Internet, so she probably doesn't know yet. I'll check the surveillance records at that time."

   After the call ended, she tapped a few times on her phone, and quickly edited a Weibo and sent it out, and directly circled the ID of @大黄and hungry again

After   , she picked up the branch again and called last Ji Qingyao: "Go, take two strokes."

  **

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

   He glanced at the number of retweets on his latest Weibo and the boycotted comments below, and snorted coldly.

   makes him lose face, so he makes Ting'an's restaurant unable to open!

   With his fan base, he made it easy for a small restaurant to go out of business.

   However, in the boycotted comments, it is not without Ting'an's old customers who questioned.

   But their doubts were quickly submerged in the comments of Huang Ninghui's fans. Fans scolded these old customers as the leg hair of Ting'an Restaurant, empathized with capitalists, and did not know how to protect the rights and interests of customers.

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

   doesn't have as many fans as him, and his influence is not as big as his.

   is of no use at all.

   Huang Ninghui didn't care about these customers at all. He drank red wine leisurely, waiting for the person in charge of Ting'an Restaurant to come and beg him.

   That stinky brat made him lose face at the time, and he destroyed their restaurant.

   Deserved!

   Huang Ninghui sneered.

   If he had given him a free bill, he would definitely have praised the restaurant on his Weibo. Unfortunately, some people are so ignorant and ignorant that they dared to say that he was a swindler. He couldn't swallow it.

   Huang Ninghui is not afraid of real customers of Ting An Restaurant refuting him.

  The Internet is a mixed place. Many netizens have no opinion and judgment, and will only be led away by him.

   And in the circle of food exploration shop bloggers, they also know each other.

   Huang Ninghui has long since greeted several other food explorer bloggers. Unless Ting An Restaurant comes to ask him, he will not talk.

   There is no channel, and there are not enough fans, but he wants to see how Ting'an Restaurant shows him!

   Huang Ninghui finished drinking a glass of wine and swiped Weibo again, frowning.

   Because he found that the number of retweets in his message column was increasing exponentially.

   Huang Ninghui suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

   He immediately opened the retweet column.

   The number of retweets is still rising, but it's not because his Weibo breakout has increased again.

   Instead, a new Weibo circled his name, so every time it was retweeted, he would be reminded once, and the message reminder sounded one after another.

   This forwarding speed is much faster than his own Weibo.

   Huang Ninghui trembled with his fingers, clicked on the Weibo with his name circled, and saw the blogger's name at a glance.

   When the red top stream, Si Fuqing.

   (end of this chapter)