Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The young man stretched out his hand, and gripped the water cup with his thin fingers, squeezing so hard that his knuckles turned white, as if he was struggling violently.

Ye Kong took a quick look and continued slowly, "Didn't you say that you wanted to draw a story that countless people couldn't stop? What? Are you only good at bragging?"

"...You don't have to provoke me." He glanced at Ye Kong, then at the magazine on the table. After a moment, he suddenly showed a look of disgust.

"But even if I promise you, I won't publish my work in a magazine with such rubbish aesthetics."

"This is just a hastily drafted work." Ye Kong curled his lips, "Starting from the next issue, I will design the entire magazine myself, including other works to be published later, and I will personally check them - of course, the same goes for you. Although I took the initiative to invite you, if the work you give me in the end is not up to standard, I will not accept it either."

"..." Qian Yilai was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Let me think about it for two days."

"Okay, give me the answer in two days."

The young man stood up to leave, but Ye Kong called him back.

Glancing at the faint bruise on his collar, Ye Kong asked, "Do you need help?"

Qian Yilai was stunned for a moment, then he quickly turned up his collar as if by reflex and looked away.

But he soon remembered that Ye Kong had seen and heard what happened to him with his own eyes and ears, so his tense nerves relaxed again.

He let go of her hand, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What are you helping me with? How are you going to help me beat them up?"

"It's not impossible."

"If I can fight him once, can I fight him every day?" Qian Yilai laughed. "Besides, even if I really fight him back, I will still be the one to pay for the medical expenses and apologize."

He turned and left, his back looking particularly cold and gloomy: "It doesn't matter. As long as they don't dare to beat me to death, I just need to endure for another half a year."

Ye Kong thought about it, then stood up to see him off.

Qu Wu followed beside her, walking leisurely with his hands in his pockets: "It's rare to see you meddling in other people's business."

"This is not called meddling in other people's business, this is called doing good deeds." Ye Kong said, "I am a kind person."

"Puha." Qu Wu laughed out loud, and then made a zipper-like gesture on his mouth under the girl's cold gaze.

"Yes, yes, our Ye Shiyi is the kindest. Otherwise, how could I survive?"

She tried to grab Ye Kong's hand as a sister, but the girl dodged her mercilessly.

Qian Yilai, who was walking in front, couldn't help but look back. He glanced at Qu Wu and asked, "Is she also a painter under you?"

"Me?" Qu Wu pointed at his nose. "I can't do this kind of artist's work. I'm just a businessman responsible for making money and public relations. I'm her most loyal employee."

"Really?" Qian Yilai said, "Looking at the way you dress, I thought you were also an eccentric painter."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but ask again: "Do you have any... skin disease? Can't you stay in the sun?"

"Yes, I am actually a vampire. I will turn into ash if I am exposed to the sun - don't tell anyone."

"..." Qian Yilai opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help looking at her with surprise all the way.

When they reached the door, Ye Kong, who originally didn't want to care about Qu Wu's nonsense, couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother, you don't really believe what she said? You are a high school student, not a kindergarten student."

"..." Qian Yilai looked away quickly, "I don't believe it."

"gone."

He walked out of the store quickly and soon disappeared in the sunlight.

Qu Wu chuckled and whispered in Ye Kong's ear: "It's amazing that a person who has been bullied can still have such a good attitude. He is a talented person."

"He took out all his anger on the Internet."

Ye Kong had a blank expression on his face and handed the phone to Qu Wu.

Qu Wu took it and looked at it. The screen showed the Weibo of an artist named "Eli".

The entire account is dressed very girly, but the first item on the page is——

[Eli V: Brother, he copied my painting and it became popular, so I have to thank him? This logic is so confusing that even your whole family will die. //Repost: @……]

[Eli V: If you curse me again, your father will die//Repost@]

[Eli V: Your dad’s whole family is cuckolded, your dad has an affair with another man, your dad is ￥%&&//Repost: @]

[Eli V: All the men in your family have been physically castrated//Repost: @]

……

I flipped through the two pages and saw that they were all about swearing at people.

Qu Wu's entire face hidden under the mask revealed an expression of doubt about life. She wrinkled her eyebrows into two commas and looked up at Ye Kong blankly.

Ye Kong didn't even turn his head:

"He is a well-known troll on the Internet. Every day he is either arguing with others or on his way to arguing with others. Being a troll is his main job and painting is his side job."

Ye Kong said: "If it weren't for the fact that he was such a good painter, I probably wouldn't want to bother with him - he's always looking for trouble."

"In addition to being provoked by others, he often expresses his views on current affairs, and then continues to fight with people who disagree with him for 300 rounds."

Qu Wu glanced at the screen full of swear words again, and said, "Are you...really going to hire him? With such a bloody constitution, if we hire him, won't we really have to set up a public relations department?"

"Why don't you want the existing popularity? Isn't it said that black and red are also red?"

Ye Kong turned around and walked inside: "Besides, in this field, strength is the foundation. As long as he can lay a solid foundation, I don't care whether he builds an amusement park or a crematorium on top. It's his personal choice and his own personality."

Qu Wu was a little stunned when he heard this, and looked at her back and said, "Have you really thought about how to make money?"

"What else? Do I still want to lose money?"

“No, I mean, it’s hard to imagine you ever having to struggle with how to make money.”

"If you want the best creative environment, you need enough money as capital." Ye Kong said, "I understand this point."

"But in the end, you're just too boring."

Qu Wu smiled and said, "I hope you won't be so bored after the studio officially opens."

Ye Kong waved without looking back and walked upstairs.

Qu Wu looked outside the door following the sound, intending to check how the sign was hung.

But as soon as she stepped out of the store, she suddenly stopped.

At the bottom of the stairs in front of the door, there was a wheelchair parked with its back to her, and in the wheelchair sat a man whose back alone could arouse endless imagination.

At just one glance, Qu Wu knew who he was.

She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

In just a moment, Ye Kong had already quickly gotten his bag down from upstairs.

When she walked out of the coffee shop, she also saw that figure.

While she was stunned, Qu Wu chuckled in her ear: "Finally, I meet the fiancé of Ye Shiyi, whose name I have heard of for a long time."