Quick Transmigration: The host is super good!

Zhang Shaoyun’s bad luck was not over yet. The scene of her being carried into the ambulance, covered in blood and with her limbs dangling, was photographed and posted online.

Because she usually relies on the power of the Zhang family to be quite high-profile, many people know this Miss Zhang, who is even more famous than many celebrities.

So even though it was only ten minutes later that the photos were discovered and deleted by the Zhang family, they had already been seen and recognized by many people.

Some people were quick to download and save the photos quickly, and spread them privately in a small circle in the group. As a result, the eldest daughter of the Zhang family became famous again, but this time in the form of ugly photos.

The news was well known in the circle of wealthy people, and many people laughed at her behind her back. They could only blame Zhang Shaoyun for being a bad person. She had always relied on her family background to bully her peers who were not as rich as her. So when she fell into trouble, no one had sympathy for her, but only gloated over her misfortune.

Zhang Shaoyun didn't know that she was being laughed at by the crowd. When she finally went to the hospital, her broken legs and arms were reconnected, her injuries were treated, and she was connected to a pain relief stick. She felt a little better.

Seeing the mess on her body, she remembered the reason for her injury and was immediately furious: "It's all that bitch Luo Yiyue's fault, I'm going to kill her!"

"You, join her anti-fan group and instigate those younger ones to throw sulfuric acid at her. I wonder how she will live without that face. Not to mention being in the entertainment industry, I'm afraid she won't even dare to go out on the street, right? Haha——"

Thinking of the bitch ending up like that, she couldn't help laughing. As she laughed, she was suddenly choked by her saliva, and her laughter turned into a "cluck, cluck" sound like an old hen laying eggs.

She finally caught her breath with the help of her assistant who patted her back and gave her water. She coughed so hard that her eyes turned red and her throat was sore. She got angry when she looked at the assistant's dull face.

He used his intact arm to slap her in the face: "Why don't you go and do your job? I want that bitch Luo Yiyue to be ashamed to face people for the rest of her life, now, immediately!"

"Yes, Miss." The assistant was so frightened by her slightly distorted face that he ran away. This caused Zhang Shaoyun's slap to miss, and she fell off the hospital bed.

"what--"

She only had time to let out a short scream before her eyes went dark and she fainted.

The assistant rushed forward to check and found that the newly applied plaster was completely cracked and the remaining intact leg was twisted into an abnormal angle. The worst thing was her face. Her nose was broken and her face was covered in blood.

Shen Yuan knew nothing about Zhang Shaoyun's miserable condition, and even if she knew, she would only gloat over it.

Perhaps they were eager to get rid of this disaster, so the company was very efficient and notified her in the afternoon that she could go and sign the termination agreement. So she went there, and there was no nonsense on both sides. It was done in just over ten minutes, and she was free again when she came out.

Mr. Yang also responded that the crew that had signed the contract previously agreed to terminate the contract peacefully, but there was no way around the endorsement. They were not afraid of offending a small producer like him and were determined to get compensation for the damage to his image.

Similar to what the original owner had experienced in his previous life, Chen Yuan thanked Mr. Yang, who spoke with guilt, and immediately went to the crew again. He checked the original owner's bank information and found that he only had about 200,000 yuan, which was far short of the compensation.

But she was not worried. She had a lot of gold, silver and jewelry in her space, so she could just take some out.

[No, host...] 295 popped up, [This is a society ruled by law. If you can't tell the source of the things you took out, you will be arrested and put in jail~]

[So troublesome?] Chen Yuan flipped through the original owner's memory and found that it was really the case. He couldn't help but frowned. It seemed that she had not completely digested the information of this world. Some common sense things were still easy to make mistakes.

[That's right, host.] 295 threatened her proudly, [In modern society, there are cameras everywhere. You must be careful not to take things from the space without permission, and you must not use martial arts without permission, lest you be photographed and taken to the laboratory for slices!]

It is true that although there are many convenient things in this era, she is not so free. Even beating people will risk going to jail. Chen Yuan understands this, but he looks down on the complacent look of the small system.

He smiled maliciously and said, "You want to slice it for experiment, right? It doesn't matter. I'll hand you over when the time comes and say that you brought all that."

295 was stunned by the shamelessness of the big devil. She kept saying "you you you" for a long time and then fled away timidly. It was unnecessary for it to kindly remind her!

He hadn't figured out a perfect way to exchange the things in the space for money yet. Shen Yuan thought about it, turned around and went to the bookstore. After a while, he returned home with a big bag of books.

In the following days, she immersed herself in the ocean of knowledge, while changes were quietly taking place on the Internet.

The incident originated from a post by a netizen, in which he described in detail his bad luck in the past few days. First, when he was walking on the way to work in the morning, he slipped on the water and knocked off a large piece of skin from the corrugated cover.

After going to the hospital to get the wound bandaged, I returned to the company to get a glass of water to drink. My hand accidentally spilled it into the host computer. Sparks flew everywhere, the host computer was destroyed, and even the hard drive was burned. All the data inside was gone, and I was scolded by my boss.

He had to work overtime and stay up late to redo the plan. As a result, when he was walking home at night, he met a stray dog ​​and was bitten on the butt. He had to go to the hospital for an injection.

But this was not the end. When he limped back home, the room was still dark when he pressed the switch. The main switch was also on. He tried to fix it for a long time but failed. He had no choice but to lie down in bed in the dark without washing his face or brushing his teeth.

The next day we asked someone to take a look and discovered that it was the electrical wiring in the house that had been damaged by rats at some point. It cost hundreds of dollars to fix it.

He gave the money, went out cursing, and when he was going downstairs, he missed a step and rolled down the stairs. Now he is lying in the hospital, posting the post with one finger.

Perhaps it was because this person's bad luck was so intense and tragic that it resonated with many people, who left comments below, talking about the bad luck they had encountered in the past few days.

There were all kinds of accidents, such as choking while drinking water, choking while eating, having fish bones stuck in the throat, falling while walking, bumping into electric poles, having their heads broken and bleeding by flower pots, and crashing into railings while driving.

Later, someone mentioned that he had recently insulted a young star named Luo Yiyue. It was an unintentional remark, but unexpectedly, people responded one after another and said that they had also insulted her.

It makes one's scalp tingle after counting them carefully. It turns out that most of the people who have encountered bad luck in the past few days have cursed her online or in real life.

Then this post became popular, and many people came to leave messages after hearing the news. Someone summed up a pattern and found that the harsher the curse, the more bad luck would happen and how miserable it would be.

In broad daylight, a cold wind blew from somewhere, making my back feel cold.