Given that scum is usually super personal and won't listen to other people's orders, the system spends a lot of time brainwashing its dear host.

"Let go of the plot of helping others, and the scumbags will be promoted brilliantly"

"The iron rice bowl is hard to come by, the host must cherish it"

Yi Heng couldn't stand the current sound from morning to night. If it had a body, he would definitely chop it up and put it in the pot for stewing.

"Stop talking, my ears are callused!"

"I am also protecting you, the host. If you fail to complete the task, not only will you lose the chance to be reborn as the host, but I will also be formatted."

"Understood, I won't implicate you." Yi Heng took a coat and prepared to go out.

The system alertly asks "Where are you going?"

Yi Heng put on his shoes at the entrance and said, "The unit asked us to go to the university to do publicity."

Coincidentally, that university was his alma mater, and it was also a past that was oppressed and disrespected that he didn't want to mention.

But in fact, this opportunity was his own.

Revisiting the old place, the sun is gratifying, the scenery remains the same, but things are different.

After the colleagues and the school's academic and engineering team were connected, they began to assign tasks. Yi Heng volunteered to take charge of the publicity work of the School of Economics. Colleagues all knew that he came from economics at this school, and thought he was nostalgic, thinking that he must be familiar withIn any case, let him go alone.

In fact, Yi Heng is not only nostalgic, but also grudges.

In the lecture theater, Professor Zhao was surrounded by a large group of students asking questions. He pushed his glasses, leaned on the podium, took the assignments handed in by his classmates, and commented on each one after reading them.

"Teacher, can you help me see if this research direction is right?"

Professor Zhao didn't recognize the voice, but he was taken aback when he saw the familiar handwriting.

Looking up and seeing the person in front of him, his breath was obviously unstable when he opened his mouth, and he tried to restrain his trembling hands: "Why are you?"

"Why can't it be me." Yi Heng smiled and said, "Are you still afraid of me?"

A student saw the armband of the Cultural Bureau on his arm, and keenly sensed the weird atmosphere between the civil servant and the professor, "Do you know each other?"

Yi Heng threw the question to Professor Zhao: "You should ask him."

In front of so many students, Professor Zhao didn't want to make too much trouble, so he said: "I forgot to introduce him, he is your senior, my former favorite student, but later he abandoned business and became an official."

"It turned out to be the senior, I was embarrassed just now."

"I said it looks familiar, senior, you have been on a TV show, right?"

"Senior is very good at serving the iron rice bowl at a young age, can you share some experience in the public examination with us?"

Yi Heng nodded, trying to show the affinity of the unit staff, and said: "Of course, the purpose of our visit this time is to carry out publicity and answering work."

He spoke humorously, understood how to set off the atmosphere, and teased people without leaving any traces. Everyone had smiles on their faces. Only Professor Zhao retreated to the corner silently, watching him quietly surrounded by everyone.

He knew very well that this kid was a lunatic in the skin of a Bodhisattva, and no one could stop him from going crazy.

When they came to the professor's office, the door closed, and there were only the two of them inside.

"What are you doing back then?" Professor Zhao threw the textbook on the table, and asked angrily, "You've already vented your anger about what happened back then, can't we just let each other go?"

Yi Heng said calmly, "I'm here to help you, teacher."

Professor Zhao seemed to have heard a big joke, "Help me? You are here to harm me!"

At that time, he just took a few papers from Yi Heng to judge the award. Who knew that he was unwilling to live or die, and he would make things worse even if he didn't want to risk his future, which caused his son to go abroad.The job title that should be given to him has been stuck and can't be judged. Seeing that his colleagues have become Jieqing and Youqing one by one, he still stays in his original position.

But Yi Heng didn't even think about it. If the teacher's name is not signed on the paper, it is likely to be a piece of waste paper when it is sent out. Does anyone care?No!

Because of the scandal, the organizing committee was much stricter in reviewing his thesis, and trying to find relationships everywhere had little effect. He was so angry that he went to find the culprit to settle the score. As a result, Yi Heng had already found a way out for himself and went to entertainment.He went to the circle, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Having lived in vain for more than forty years, being raped by a brat is a lifelong shame.

"You will be over forty-five next year, and you haven't been judged as an outstanding youth yet, so you're so anxious?" Yi Heng said.

Professor Zhao was speechless, his sore spot was hit by a single word, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you have a solution?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have come to you."

Professor Zhao stared at him for a while, as if weighing the pros and cons in his heart, and finally he uttered two words.

"condition."

Yi Heng took out a letter and said, "Use your contacts to help me make this matter worse."

After reading the content, Professor Zhao looked at him with a strange expression, and tried to say something, but then he thought, stabbing the head would kill him, and gods and Buddhas couldn't save him.

After a few days.

After finally being free, colleagues couldn't figure out why Yi Heng volunteered to be sent abroad for two months to find something for himself to do.

But their attention was quickly attracted by another matter.

During the two months when he went out to seek refuge, Professor Zhao released the news in his circle as promised-the next thing is up to those "great gods" to make use of it themselves.

Old things are very thieves, pick themselves clean.

During this period of time, Yi Heng didn't hear much news, but usually the bigger the matter, the smaller the movement.

"This is an unsophisticated way to kill people with a borrowed knife. You can use public opinion to force the truth, and Professor Zhao can also betray you at any time." The system said coldly: "Also, don't forget, when great gods fight, little ghosts suffer."

"How do you know that I can't get out of this?" He asked back, squatting in the field row without raising his head, and scattered the last handful of beans into the ground.

He hid for two months in this small village with inconvenient communication, no matter who called him, he would not answer.

It was the time when the storm was the most violent outside, and he had to wait for the wind and waves to subside before he could maneuver.

The sunset in the countryside came later than in the city, and the distant mountains were bathed in a soft yellow twilight. He stretched his waist, then waved to the village chief who greeted him to go back to dinner, and looked up to see the wild geese flying to the south in a row.skyrim.

Counting the time, it was almost time for him to go back.

It's a blessing or a curse, you can't escape it.

Back at the unit, everything was as usual, but something seemed to have changed. The colleagues looked at him back with different expressions. Someone wanted to say something to him, but swallowed it back.

The chair was not warm yet, the director called him into the office.

Before speaking, he threw out a stack of envelopes and slammed them on the solid wooden table.

"See for yourself."

The envelope, which is two fingers wide, is full of complaints and reports against him, and it has only been two short months.

Yi Heng opened the letter, looked at it and laughed, "I am so capable, I can let them find out my mistakes."

The director snorted: "Don't you understand why people attack you and not others?"

"It's clear, but I'm not afraid." Yi Heng put the letter back, and said sonorously: "The clean is self-clearing. I haven't made any mistakes in principle. I can't be judged wrong based on a few letters full of loopholes."

The director knocked on the table very loudly, and the colleagues outside craned their necks to peek inside when they heard the movement. The director said regretfully: "You are ruining your own future by doing this!"

Yi Heng paused and frowned slightly, as if realizing the seriousness of the matter.

"Will I be fired?" he asked.

The director thought for a while: "I asked, but it won't work."

"Then it doesn't matter." Yi Heng spread his hands and said, "Anyway, I won't die of starvation if I have something to eat."

The director opened his eyes wide and said, "Listen to what you are talking about? How can you be so unmotivated!"

Yi Heng: "But the unit won't give me a salary increase."

"Even if you get promoted, the salary will be 500 more, but the workload will be five times more. Director, just say, is this promotion interesting?"

The director thought about it carefully, and what he said made sense. The system is dead wages. It is indeed a loss for a promotion to a moderate position in exchange for a situation where less money and more work are done.

Hey!No, why did I get entangled by this kid.

Looking at Yi Heng again, he smiled cunningly, and the trick succeeded.

"you!……"

Yi Heng interrupted him: "So, Director, I have always wanted to say, don't talk about ideals with me, I am very realistic."

As long as he lay flat enough, those people's verbal swords would not be able to hurt him.

The director had to admit that he was defeated by this sentence.

"Cough cough."

The director sighed, "If you don't get fired, it doesn't mean you'll be fine. Now that someone is attacking you on the Internet, it's impossible for the unit to come forward. You have to solve it yourself, and you can't discredit the unit."

"Understood." Yi Heng expected this situation.

Fame is a double-edged sword, he has already experienced it, the first second is radiant, the next second is abyss, especially since he is not in the entertainment industry now, it means that the unit should not have any stains.

Relying on his status as a civil servant and the popularity of official programs, he has obtained some resources that no one can get without hard work. There must be people who are envious and jealous, and they can't deal with him openly. They can only stare at him and wait for him to have problems.

If he made the slightest mistake, those wolves with bright green eyes would all pounce on him and eat him up, leaving no bones left.

Now his so-called black material on the Internet has been turned up again by people with a heart. There are all kinds of marketing hype, uncoordinated morality, and all kinds of voices.

True or false, there are neither too many nor too few people who believe.

In a trance, he returned to the time when he was hacked by the entire Internet, but his mood was very different. The more rumors were flying in the sky, the less he could lose his footing. He learned this truth through countless falls.

He consciously asked for leave to rest at home, stay away from gossip and gossip in the unit, so as not to cause trouble for everyone, and spared time to revise the thesis that he promised Professor Zhao. When he was about to graduate and pursue a Ph.Now, he didn't want to destroy all the paper data with his own efforts to make a wedding dress for others, but he still kept a backup, which can be used directly now.

An interview with Professor Zhao is being broadcast live on TV. He is a popular star professor in the school, and he is more than proficient in answering questions.

The only thing that made him hesitate was when the host asked about Yi Heng.

"It is said that Yi Heng, who has been caught in a turmoil recently, is your former lover. There are endless quarrels on the Internet, and everyone disagrees. You must know him better than us, so we want to hear your evaluation of him?"

Professor Zhao pondered for a while, looked at the camera, and seemed to meet Yi Heng on the other side of the screen through the lens.

At this time, he said slowly in a teacher's tone: "I always thought he was very talented in business. He was born with a strong learning ability and a great desire for money. He would cover up himself and beat his opponents without leaving room. He was ambitious but able to maintain his reason., Strict with self-discipline, but at the same time he is stupid, has his own set of codes of conduct, wants to be an indifferent and selfish capitalist but can't persevere, I can't predict what shocking move he will make next."

Qingfeng raised the curtain beside the table, Yi Heng stopped typing on the keyboard, and chuckled, most of what he said was true.

He really never showed mercy to his enemies.

Public opinion on the Internet fermented quickly, because he has not responded in person, and the unit did not give him clarification, and the direction of the wind has become subtle.

Everyone speculated that it was not a real crime, right?

And this speculation was heated up after someone broke the photo of him being taken away by the police.

"There are pictures and the truth, and the police came to arrest them personally. I'm afraid there is something wrong with Yi Heng."

"No, it's fine if my fan star's house collapses, why can civil servants collapse too!"

"You know people, you know your face, but you don't know your heart. Fortunately, I feel sorry for what happened to you. Bah, you are a beast in clothes, and your bones are rotten to the point of maggots! How did this kind of person pass the political trial!"

"On the show every day, I don't know how many benefits I have received from others behind my back, so I must strictly investigate!"

"Yi Heng, what's the use of pretending to be dead?!"

No rush, clarification is definitely needed, but we still need to wait.

He used to be called by everyone to beat the scum, and he has done these things, so he can think from the other party's perspective and guess the other party's means and intentions.

Everything is expected at present, he is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that can make him come back against the wind.

His purpose is not only to restore his innocence, but also once and for all, so that those people will never dare to spread rumors about him again.

"Does the host need my help?"

"No need." Yi Heng was relishing looking for melons online to pass the time.

There was an explosion of messages on his mobile phone, more insults than concerns, Yi Heng didn't need to think about how ugly and vicious their insults were.

But scold him, gossip and gossip can't hurt him long ago.

"Host, your current situation is not optimistic, and you are still in the mood to eat melons?!"

Yi Heng snorted coldly, "It's them who should be worried, not me."

If you want to make people die, you must first make people crazy. The more you dance now, the more painful you will be when you slap your face in the future.

Another day later, because too many people sent private messages to the police to ask the truth, the backstage collapsed several times, and they issued an investigation notice under pressure.

Yi Heng sat in front of the computer with his back straight. After reading the content of the notice, he couldn't help laughing, holding the mouse and sliding it lightly.

It's time to start his counterattack.

The author has something to say:

The slap begins