Zhou Ranran felt very strange. Why should she go upstairs? When she came down again, her mother, who was still angry, was very affectionate to Changze.
“Okay, okay, you don’t have to send me out. Go back. Changze, you don’t need to go to work tomorrow; stay home. The company has me.”
She again remembered something, turning back to the daughter and son-in-law; “There will be a banquet tomorrow. Would you like to attend?”
Ji Changze asked, “Who will be at that party?”
Mother Zhou thought for a moment, “It’s nothing much, but it’s President Ji Hui’s wedding, and everyone is going. Changze, didn’t you say you wanted to set up a gallery before? I don’t know much about this either. There are quite a few galleries under Jin Hui’s name. you can find the opportunity to ask when the time comes.”
Ji Changze understood that this was networking.
Mother Zhou was a very good person. After hearing Ji Changze saying that he really liked painting and was grateful to him, she began to try her best to help him.
He nodded. “Yes, thank you, Mom. Ranran and I will definitely go.”
Zhou Ranran waited until she got into the car but strangely kept watching the car leave. Departing away, until no longer leaving a shadow, before pulling her husband’s hand curiously and asked.
“Changze, why was Mom suddenly so good to you?”
“Look at what you’re saying.”
Ji Changze smiled and touched her head, “Wasn’t Mom good to me before?”
Zhou Ranran didn’t know how to say it either. Her parents were nice to Changze before, but Changze stayed at home and didn’t go to work, so they still had some complaints.
Especially since her father’s accident, her mother could only take the lead by herself recently and had to deal with the pressure inside and outside the company, so her temper increased a little bit.
She didn’t tolerate Changze as much as she used to.
Ranran didn’t know what to do, so she had to persuade on both sides.
Zhou Ranran thought for a long time before saying a proper sentence, “I’m a little surprised that Mom had a bad temper these days, and suddenly, she became so happy.”
“She is in a good mood because she sees us in a good relationship.”
Ji Changze looked natural, “You’re in poor health. Mom has been worried about you. When she came here today, she saw that I took good care of you. Of course, she would be in a good mood.”
“In fact, it’s normal for her to be stressed. Ranran, you should pay more attention to her during her rest time. Dad hasn’t woken up now, and Mom is too tired to hold on by herself.”
Zhou Ranran nodded, “I understand.”
When Zhou Ranran went upstairs to see the flowers she raised, Ji Changze then went to the drawing studio.
Yes, the original owner had a studio.
On the initial decorating, his requirements were quite a lot. He was asking for this, asking for that, and asking for A, B, C, and D.
But who told him to use all the decorators? With money, those people couldn’t even get angry, no matter how angry they were. They could only endure and work.
It’s just that the original owner had the heart to become a great painter, but he didn’t have the talent and perseverance of a great painter.
The paintings on the wall could be done by any art student.
He thought he was gifted, just hidden by this earthly world; those mortals were unable to see through his amazing talent.
The original owner would always insist on it. In reality, he told Zhou Ranran that Zhou Ranran was the one who didn’t know how to draw, but she was able to encourage him.
Ji Changze tapped Weibo and saw that there was ridicule under every post.
It’s no wonder people ridiculed.
The truth is, the original owner still thought about his image in reality, but he didn’t have such scruples when it was on the Internet.
The network was a protective umbrella. No one would know who it was.
So, he registered a Weibo account and boasted about his paintings.
When people are satisfied with their paintings, they would still post about it in a humble manner and ask people for pointers.
When the original owner was satisfied with his painting, he took a picture, sent it to Weibo, boasting about himself first, stating what intention and mood his painting should indicate, and what mood and inspiration he felt when painting at that time.
After a long, long paragraph, and then came a final sentence. ‘Those who understand will naturally understand.’
Of course, what exactly was supposed to be understood, he himself didn’t know.
But his skills in acting pretentious didn’t pass. People with clear eyes could see it at first glance, this kid is just boasting a lot.
On a second glance. [Tsk, this kid is really pretentious.]
[What else is there to say? Rich people can act as pretentious as they want. You’re just a noob; you can’t draw as well as others using their left hand. How dare you act so stuck up?]
[Scold you for not understanding life! Scold you for not seeing your own level! Noob!]
However, the original owner wasn’t affected at all.
He firmly believed that he was a grandmaster, and these people scolded him because these people were all wannabes, and they didn’t understand at all.
The original owner didn’t know either.
Anyway, they certainly didn’t understand it.
He still insisted on being himself.
He took his wife’s money to buy Weibo followers and occasionally threw up a painting that people couldn’t even see what was painted.
He doesn’t delete or scold back the people who scolded him in the comments. Instead, he watched them scold in the comments with a mocking attitude.
Powerful people are always envied.
Anyway, he was rich, and no matter how hard these people scolded, the number of his followers still looked particularly beautiful.
Moreover, because he sends red envelopes from time to time, many people bowed over for money. Some people followed him even if they didn’t know how to paint, so that they could praise his paintings like crazy when he posted.
After all, according to experience, the more they praise him, the greater the number of red envelopes they would get.
People who were great painters either gain fans for their work or gain fans by their new way of thinking.
As far as the original owner was concerned, he relied on being the local rich boss, to gain fans.
Other people were praised because of their wonderful paintings, but on his side, it was all about his money.
The original owner had such a way of doing things. Soon, his account had become a different kind of niche in the painting circle.
The kind with a bad reputation.
Some people regarded him as cancer in the painting circles and thought that he had gone astray. Is his painting even that good? He still had an ‘I’m skillful, you are all trash’ attitude.
Ji Changze ate oranges while tapping open private messages one by one.
Oh, this was a pretty good scolding.
Oh, these cursing words are actually ones that he didn’t even know. Write it down; maybe one day he can use it.
As he scrolled, a new private message came in.
Ji Changze clicked it. It’s started with a sentence.
[I know your name, Ji Changze.]
[If you don’t want me to expose your real name and photos, just give me 1 million. Don’t fool me. I know you have money.]
Ji Changze raked through his memory, and sure enough, he pulled out this memory.
At that time, someone threatened to expose him, and the original owner was afraid. So, he took 1 million to quell the matter.
After that, the man didn’t repeatedly extort but never appeared again.
However, it didn’t rule out that the person hadn’t had time to reappear, and the original owner had been stabbed to death by Zhou Ranran.
Ji Changze directly put his hands on the keyboard and followed this private message all the way back to the source.
It’s not a hostile enemy, and there’s no conspiracy.
It was a person who made money by threatening celebrities on the Internet.
The original owner was simply two different people in reality and on the Internet. He was so reckless on the Internet because he felt that no one would know his real name behind the account.
Under normal circumstances, if his name and photos were exposed, all that awaits him are the strange looks from everyone.
The original owner was arrogant but not stupid. If he was really stupid, he wouldn’t be able to coax Zhou Ranran all the time, but of course, he could only settle it.
He directly took a screenshot of this private message and posted it on Weibo.
[I didn’t do anything shady, it was just a Weibo account for my work, why won’t I dare to expose my true identity in reality? I’ve called the police. My 1-million-yuan-extorting friend, good luck.]
His Weibo was somewhat controversially popular. After the post was sent out, the fans who bent over backwards for money hadn’t arrived yet, but the haters had arrived.
[I’m laughing to death. You still use it to put up your own works. Can your paintings be called works? It’s the biggest joke of the year.]
[‘I didn’t do anything shady’, you just did something shameful. Which painter, like you, relies on money instead of painting?]
[Curious if anyone knows the blogger. Is the blogger also so boastful in reality, completely unable to see himself?]
[Blogger, my sister in primary school paints better than you. Really, I advise you to delete this Weibo quickly, and be careful that people in real life would laugh at you.]
After less than three minutes, the ‘red envelope army’ arrived.
They started with all kinds of fancy praises.
[Those haters above don’t keep hating, grow up, okay? You just don’t feel his artistic concept at all. If you haven’t reached that level, you could only say that my brother here couldn’t paint. Where is your conscience?]
[This kind of person is really hateful. In this cyber era, if you extort money with someone’s true identity, you will be caught and severely punished.]
[Yes, it’s just a Weibo for putting up with work. We’re righteous and not afraid of haters; what is there to be afraid of!]
The two sides started ‘fighting’ against each other. It was very lively.
Ji Changze started painting, feeling inspired.