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At the end of the month, the Asia-Pacific Jewelry Fair opened at the Convention and Exhibition Center. More than 70 jewelry brands from around the world participated in the exhibition, ranging from diamonds, emeralds to red and sapphire.

As the spokesperson of the brand, Baochan attended the whole process, and Wanrong Zhenhui appeared as a jewelry investor. He held a "Traditional Opera and Oriental Decorative Art Symposium" with the theme of pearl and emerald. The image and influence of the high-end luxury market.

On the last day of the exhibition, the exhibitors were about to move out, and the organizer arranged a media meeting. Baochan was wearing a foggy blue velvet dress with a diamond brooch worth 700 million US dollars pinned to his chest, and was escorted by a dozen bodyguards. On stage, as soon as he came on stage, he saw Wen Jiu beside the curator.

He was wearing a set of small white dovetails, a gold pocket square with a drop-shaped collar pin of the same color, his hair was pulled back neatly, his makeup was light, and he had a rare elegance.

Lan Tian said that Wen Jiu also has his contacts. To be able to participate in the event at this time, the capital behind must have put in a lot of effort. The purpose of choosing a day for the end of the exhibition should be to test the attitude of the public and the media.

Wen Jiu also saw Bao Chan, his eyes paused for a short while, but he quickly turned away, obviously alienated, because he didn't want to cause trouble for him.

A few big exhibitors gathered around, smiling and moved the treasures to the middle. These days, Kuangzheng has been doing public relations, letting Han Wenshan and Du Laogui take turns as hosts, and entertaining these jewelers from Europe and the Middle East. After a few drinks, I have become friends with them.

Baochan's English is pretty good now, and he can chat about everything from daily conversations to literature and art. When he was talking about gold inlays with a Belgian brand, a figure in the audience caught his attention.

The meeting hadn't started yet, and the media reporters gathered together in small groups. Only this person walked through the crowd and slowly approached the stage. It was already May weather, and he was still wearing a long windbreaker with the skirts tightly closed. Like hiding something.

Baochan frowned, then noticed his expression, disgusted or nervous, his face flushed red, followed his gaze, and at the end of his gaze was Wen Jiuye.

And Wen Jiu didn't know it, the security personnel's attention was also on the exhibits, no one noticed this man's abnormality, in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the front of the stage.

"Mr.bao?" The Belgian exhibitor noticed that Baochan was distracted. Almost at the same time, the man put his hand into the windbreaker. Baochan immediately became alert and yelled at him: "What are you doing!"

In the meeting place of nearly a hundred people, greetings, joking, and melodious string ensemble, Bao Chan's sound suddenly cut through the silence. At this moment, that person showed a fierce look, and took out a mineral water bottle from his windbreaker. He unscrewed the bottle cap and shouted ferociously, "Go to hell, scumbag!"

In just a split second, Baochan didn't have time to react, who was this person, what was in the bottle, and Lan Tian's warning and exhortation, he went straight to Wen Jiu, and pushed him away in full view.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The female reporter screamed horribly from the audience.

The venue was chaotic, the security guards rushed up with electric batons, the flash lights kept on, and there was the sound of taking pictures on the mobile phone. Baochan knew that he must be in a mess. The red all over his body, he thought it was chicken blood or dog blood, but after smelling it No fishy smell, should just be red pigment.

"Rogue! Beast!" The man was restrained by the security guards, pulling his neck and still yelling, "Why should a rapist come on stage! He's still a fucking star, I will do justice for you today!"

Bao Chan stared at the hysterical guy, feeling a strong sense of injustice in his heart. He ignored the reporter's camera, Lan Tian's film and television resources, and any performance opportunities in Southeast Asia. Eyes, with a voice like glass, said angrily: "Wen Jiu didn't do it either!"

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and everyone stared at him. Unexpectedly, he dared to openly "reverse the case" for Wen Jiu. Bao Chan met those searching eyes. Weak, but one has to be conscientious, he said without hesitation, "He is not a hooligan, no one has the right to wrong him!"

The man was dragged down by the security guards, struggling and yelling: "Isn't he? Someone took a picture of him! Why do you complain for him, you know what a fart!"

"Bao Chan!" Wen Jiu also pulled him behind, Bao Chan ignored him, he just complained for him, he wanted to tell the truth: "I know he didn't do it, because I was in the room at that time!"

There was an uproar in the audience, when Xiao W slapped that slap in the video, Bao Chan was in the door behind Wen Jiuye, why was he there, and what role did he play in this sexual assault?

The bodyguards came up, Bao Chan was protected by countless hands and stepped off the stage, the chaos in front of him, Wen Jiu also followed the whole process, wiping the "blood stains" on his face with a pocket towel.

He made Bao Chan scream, but he still had to scold him: "You are so fucking stupid! I'm already a scumbag on the street, what do you care about me, do you have to jump into the fire pit together..."

In the self-media era, there is no time difference between the melon fields and the people who eat melons. It only took more than ten seconds from the release of the blood spilling incident to the hot search on the Internet. With a bloody face, he jumped up from the chair, threw the meeting to Duan Zhao, and hurried downstairs.

He didn't make a call. Baochan's phone must be buzzing right now. Yangyang Entertainment, Box Voice, big and small brands, none of them will let him go. Kuangzheng worried for him and told the driver to go home right away. .

At the beginning, the public opinion did not have an obvious tendency. After all, Baochan blocked the blood for others, and ordinary people can only admire her momentum and vigor:

Damn... I'm still confused, this is... baby save husband?

Not a black fan, Bao Chan and Wen Jiu really have something to do with each other, right?

I don’t know if there is anything, anyway, this masculinity overflowing the screen, I’m gone omg

Stand for a second Baojiu (dog head

I'm going to fuck!Baozhan is so rusty, I have watched it [-] times with blood on my face, I am a fan!

Beautiful, beautiful and strong?

As expected of a Peking Opera singer, her eyes are absolutely perfect, Bao Chan kills me!

Yes! ! !It makes me want to learn Peking Opera!

Sister, I'm already learning~

Sister, I also learned!But there is no Beijing opera class here in my family, I learn Pingju orz

There are really people who eat human blood steamed buns, and there are quite a few. No matter how handsome and righteous your brother is, he took that bottle of blood for a scumbag!

That is, when cp fans climaxed, did they think about other people's victims?

It's a big pot, it's not sure who will suffer, just wait for a reversal.

+1, the whole network has amnesia about how little w stabbed someone blind in one eye?It’s really white without washing, Liby!

Wow, ghost hunting game, Wen Jiuye, Bao Chan, Xiao W, who is the ghost?

Kuangzheng knew very well that Xiao W couldn't wait to be turned into a ghost by Bao Chan, she would definitely speak out, and sure enough, the moment he entered the house, the trend on the Internet changed, because Xiao W posted a Weibo: I don't want to involve more people, I have endured again and again, this line is too difficult, there are too many invisible pressures, I don't know how long I can bear it.

Five sentences, more than 30 characters, no mention of Baochan from the beginning to the end, but there is Baochan's shadow inside and outside the words. He seems to be the one who should be "involved". Using the background to put pressure on Xiao W, she didn't say it clearly, but hinted at many things.

This woman is good at green tea, Kuang Zheng squinted his eyes, and called Duan Zhao with a sullen face. At this moment, the sound of an engine came from outside, and he turned to open the door. Wipe away the "blood": "Brother, why are you at home..."

Kuang Zheng hugged him tightly, giving him all the tenderness in his heart.

Baochan leaned against him, sniffed the smell of tobacco on his body, and murmured, "I got into trouble."

Kuang Zheng didn't blame or comfort him, he just asked, "What does Lan Tian say?"

Baochan was silent at first, and after a while, he let go and straightened into the room: "She asked me to apologize."

Lan Tian wanted Baochan to admit that he lied in front of the media. He wasn't in Wen Jiuye's room that day, and he didn't know the shitty truth. She had already drafted an apology and sent it to Baochan's WeChat.

Acknowledging a small mistake, redeeming a big mistake, turning the real into a fake, and getting rid of the disgusting leech of Xiao W, Kuangzheng agrees with this idea: "What are you going to do?"

"It is impossible for me to apologize," Baochan said without thinking, "I am not wrong, everything I said is true..."

The phone rang in his trouser pocket, he took it out, it was Shi Kuoting: "Brother, I'm fine, you and Xiao Nong don't worry."

Shi Kuoting sighed: "You can really do it, what if it's sulfuric acid?"

Baochan was taken aback for a moment, and then he felt scared: "At that time... I didn't think so much."

"Tell me, if something bad happens to you, what will Kuang Zheng do?" Shi Kuoting complained to him, and then said, "Well, let's stop the performance in the theater for a while."

Bao Chan was stunned: "Why?"

"For today's matter, Ruyizhou has to make a gesture."

"What gesture?" Baochan didn't understand, "I didn't do anything?"

"On the cusp of the storm, let's start the show with great fanfare. Think about it, what will the media write?" Shi Kuoting obviously thought carefully, "Besides, the current situation is not clear, and guests are not easy to come..."

"Shi Kuo Ting!" Bao Chan said anxiously, "They don't believe me, and you don't believe me either? I swear to God, what I said..."

"I know," Shi Kuoting didn't need him to say, "The whole world doesn't believe in you, and I will believe in you too, but Baochan, I am not the whole world. There are audiences in Ruyizhou, Yanbo Zhishuang has members, and those bad things in the entertainment industry The reputation of the troupe cannot be affected, the troupe is our life."

Baozhan was dumbfounded.

"Xiao Nong is writing a copy, and I will post the club's official account later." Since becoming the chairman, Shi Kuoting has become more mature, "I will call the VIP members one by one to apologize, and you can handle your affairs with peace of mind..."

He apologized, and apologized for himself, but Baochan couldn't stand listening, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Clutching his phone, he turned to Weibo, holding his breath and struggling to see what the "world" said about him:

Fuck, the dog guy disgusts me, wearing a high order and wearing a diamond is also a dog!

It's not for nothing for a real dog to play blood-splashing.

As the saying goes, if you want to have a 3P, find a chicken, and the rabbit will not eat the grass by the side of the nest.

In the wilderness, maybe there is no chicken (laugh cry

Upstairs you did it on purpose, let’s not talk about the chicken, civilized you and me.

? ? ?Didn't Bao Chan and Wen Jiu have an affair?

Who knows, maybe two people are messing with each other, and even messing with others if it's boring?

The last time these two had an affair was in some hotel, who knows if there was anyone else in the room at that time.

Fuck, blah, blah, upstairs!

Upstairs is the truth!recidivist!

There is only one sexual assault and countless times. I hope other victims can stand up and speak out!

I go to tmlgb! zqsg licked cp and licked a pile of shit, I ccccccccc

I returned Baozhan jz, more than half a month's salary (crying

I don't believe it, Bao Chan is not that kind of person, he is just too simple and righteous, if he believes in Wen Jiu, he won't doubt it.

What a big white lotus, you are so simple and righteous, you will not doubt it if you believe in Baochan.

Eat too much white lotus feces, mouthful of feces, boycott treasures, boycott Beijing opera!

What about Peking Opera?

Without the label of Peking Opera, who knows what kind of treasures he has, there are too many good-looking fresh meat.

What kind of fresh meat is 28 nine, Uncle San Zhang!

That is, I am really short, less than 1.8 meters. If I don't follow the popularity of Peking Opera, can he be popular?

Bao Chan closed his eyes abruptly, the stranger's maliciousness was beyond his imagination, age attack, height humiliation, he could accept all these, but what he couldn't accept was that Peking Opera was scolded along with him.

"Bao Chan..." Kuang Zheng didn't call him Bao Bao this time.

"Brother," Baochan interrupted him, "I want to be quiet."

He went upstairs, took a shower, sat in front of the study window and wiped his hair, his mind was in a mess, filled with the scolding on the Internet.Wronged and depressed, he couldn't figure it out, why did they choose to believe lies when what he said was clearly the truth?It's like being hit with a stick around the head, trying to fight back, but can't find the direction.

The phone was on the table, and it was full of vicious words, he couldn't help but look at it—the more uncomfortable he was, the more he wanted to read it, as if masochistic, retorting in his heart: no, it's not like that, it's not...

Suddenly, a video slipped through his fingertips, and there was a familiar face on the screen, strong, dark and thin, it was Brother Lu.

Bao Chan was surprised, clicked in, and in the shaking camera, a man was urging: "Tell me, Luzi, tell me!"

Brother Lu was busy moving the goods, without looking up: "Is there anything to say."

"Didn't that Baochen fight with you? It's all in trouble!"

Lu Ge glanced at the camera: "A fight is a fight, two different things."

"Don't dawdle, hurry up! If you break the news, our brothers will also be popular!"

Brother Lu patted his labor gloves and walked over. Baochan looked at his face that was getting bigger and bigger. Once a group of brothers stole everyone's choppings and extorted 1 yuan from him. At this moment, he understood Wen Jiuye's indifference, his cynicism, he smiled and said: No one understands the ups and downs I have tasted.

"Bao Chan can't do that kind of thing." Lu Ge summed it up in one word.

Bao Chan froze for a moment, then opened his eyes wide.

"What are you talking about, Lu Zi, let you break the news!"

"That's it, that's all." After finishing speaking, Brother Lu went back to continue moving the goods.

"No, you...he beat you for nothing!"

"One yard owned by a yard."

"Damn you! He slept with a little girl..."

"He's not that kind of person!" Lu Ge stopped him, and then said, "He didn't do it if he said he didn't do it. He never lied."

In an instant, the knot in Baochan's heart was untied.