Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 117.117

Chapter one hundred and seventeen:

Zhou Yixing was about to leave after sending his sister home, when he turned around, he bumped into his elder brother. He hurriedly called brother, but as soon as he said this brother, he was punched directly.

Zhou Yixing touched the corner of his sore mouth, in disbelief, "What are you doing, crazy."

Zhou Yicheng grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall, "You're talented, Zhou Yixing, and you've learned how to pry other people's corners. Why, you studied abroad for a year, and you just learned how to return to China. Be a mistress."

Zhou Yixing was startled and almost blurted out, you know? Thanks to his rare quick reaction, he swallowed the words before speaking, and looked at Zhou Yicheng timidly.

When Zhou Yicheng saw him like this, he knew that what Jiang Mochen said was true, this bastard, how could he have such an unworthy younger brother.

Zhou Yicheng looked at him and said viciously: "Remember Zhou Yixing, I don't care if you want to play or go crazy, but if you dare to do anything that affects me and our family, I will be the first to destroy you. "

Zhou Yixing quickly shook his head, "I won't, bro, I won't."

"Then stay away from the Jiang family, don't think that I don't know your extravagant thoughts, put away your low-level thoughts as soon as possible, otherwise, if the Jiang family does something, you will wait for me to push you in a wheelchair Go see Jiang Mochen."

Zhou Yixing felt that these words were harsh, but he didn't dare to talk back to his elder brother, so he nodded and obediently replied, "I won't."

"That's the best." Zhou Yicheng withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "Don't you want to go out, get out, so as not to be an eyesore."

Zhou Yixing left in a hurry. He got into the car, slapped the steering wheel hard, let out an angry growl, and panted heavily. He felt angry, hated, hated Zhou Yicheng, and hated Jiang Mochen. He was afraid of Zhou Yicheng, he didn't dare to touch Zhou Yicheng's rebellious scales, but Zhou Yicheng didn't want to offend Jiang Mochen, so in the end, he could only endure it.

Zhou Yixing finds it ridiculous. All along, he just endures, endures Zhou Yicheng at home, and endures those who the Zhou family dare not offend outside, but why can't others endure him! Why, he has to endure others!

He drove the car angrily, drove out of Zhou's house, and drove to his apartment.

Zhou Yixing entered the door angrily, holding the instant bento he just bought at the downstairs of the community in his hand. He heated it in the microwave, and then carried it to a closed door.

Zhou Yixing took out the key and opened the door, and looked inside. The room was pitch black, and there was nothing there. He reached out and turned on the light, and the difference in this room was exposed.

This is a very simple room, without any furniture or decoration, just a bed, a bedside table, and a wardrobe. For the rest, nothing. If this kind of arrangement appeared in an ordinary family, then there would be no problem, but it would not be quite right if it appeared in Zhou Yixing's apartment.

Zhou Yixing looked at the lifted quilt, and the anger in his stomach just now turned into anger in an instant. He walked to the closet, opened the sliding door, and saw the person who was supposed to be on the bed hiding inside.

The man was wearing a thin white pajamas, shivering, curled up, lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly, only his shoulders were trembling constantly.

When Zhou Yixing saw him like this, he became even angrier. He dragged the man out, onto the ground, and said angrily: "This room is only so big, and there are only so many things. Where do you want to hide? Why, you want to stay in this closet for the rest of your life, okay, you can stay here in the future, five years, ten years, twenty years, if you like it, you can stay forever!"

As he spoke, he mentioned that the man wanted to stuff it into the cabinet. Seeing this, the man struggled immediately, crying and begging: "I dare not, I was wrong, I really dare not, you Don't lock me in, I really don't dare."

"Don't you want to see me? Don't you like to hide in it? I am satisfied with you!"

The man shook his head quickly, trembling all over, "I was wrong, I dare not, I will never dare again."

Zhou Yixing snorted coldly, then let go, and he handed out his heated bento, "Eat, I brought you food back."

The man was still timid, not daring to move.

"Hurry up, what's wrong, you're not hungry, right? Okay, then I'll throw it away."

The man reached out to grab it after hearing the words. He slowly raised his hands and face, and it turned out to be Yuan Mingxu who shouldn't be here.

Yan Qingchi looked at the private message received on ToMr.Q Weibo on his mobile phone, a little confused.

A penny floats on the water: Da Da, you have been plagiarized, the new painting by the painter Luo Yan Da is similar to the painting you made last week.

A penny floating on the water: Is Da Da not there? It's best to have a look.

A penny floats on the water: Damn, Luoyan Fan is so shameless, even saying that your new painting is plagiarized, obviously they copied you!

Yan Qingchi put down his mobile phone. When ToMr.Q first registered and posted pictures, he would come up to see them from time to time. Later, he found that Guan Mei was well taken care of, so he didn't care about it anymore. I also finished painting today, and I had nothing to do, so I came up to take a look on a whim, and I encountered this kind of thing.

Yan Qingchi switched to his usual trumpet, and went to see the Weibo of the painter Luoyan.

He doesn't know much about hand-painting circles, but when he searched, he found that Luoyan has nearly 1 million fans, and Luoyan also has a certain status in this circle.

Yan Qingchi looked at Luoyan's Weibo, and the latest Weibo was full of articles. A disharmonious comment said: Don’t be angry, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Don’t you just want to be popular with those 18-line touches? Just ignore it.

"Yes, big, don't pay attention to them, Mr. Q, I've never heard of it, who knows where the pheasant came from."

"It's just **** with a few thousand fans, it's really a moonshot."

Yan Qingchi was speechless for a while, and continued to look down, and saw Luoyan's post three days ago. Is it necessary for a painter with millions of fans to copy such a little transparency as him? Could he make a mistake? In the end, this is not plagiarism, it is simply copy and paste, except that he draws animals, and Luo Yan draws people. .

Yan Qingchi sent a screenshot of Luo Yan's manga to Guan Mei, and asked her: Do you know about this?

As soon as the result was sent, Guan Mei's phone call came.

Guan Mei was very surprised, "Don't you ignore this number? How do you know about this?"

"I just don't care about it most of the time, and it's not that I don't have an account password. I can still see it when I want to."

"I thought you really didn't even watch it." Guan Mei muttered in a low voice, "Don't worry, you don't need to worry about this matter, I was planning to wait another half a month to find you some marketing accounts Stir fry, this is just right, and someone will give you heat to help you debut in the C position, you are quite lucky."

"How lucky to be copied?"

"Of course it would be unlucky to change someone else, but it would be different if it changed you. As far as his fans are concerned, he is pretty good at drawing hand circles, but if you put it in the entertainment industry, you can't watch it at all. , you can’t maximize your benefits, just wait and see, within three days, you will be able to have your own name in Huashouquan.”

Yan Qingchi hung up the phone in a daze, well, although I don't know what Guan Mei is going to do, but I should just do nothing.

So Yan Qingchi went downstairs, and started his daily excursion around the artificial lake, artificial rockery, and artificial gardens in the community. Very organized.

Yan Qingchi saw a post on the forum talking about this at night. Guan Mei sent him a link with a simple and crude title: Luoyan plagiarized?

Yan Qingchi asked her: Did you let someone post it?

Guan Mei replied to him: Yes, I have to make a big fuss, at least let people discuss this matter on the forum and Weibo, otherwise, what's the use of his fans bouncing around.

Yan Qingchi clicked into the post, and saw someone asking: Is it the Luoyan I know? Drawing comics?

"Yes, it's her. Today, when I checked Weibo, someone said that she was plagiarized by a little transparent painter. She probably thought that others would not be able to find out, so she was so bold."

"Luoyan fans should show some face. Can't you be blind to see who is copying whom? Because you have plagiarized a little transparent, so you should beat it up? Luoyan fans should be a person."

"Luoyan can be regarded as a hand circle that can be called a name, so there is no reason to copy a small transparency."

"Where's the picture? Put it up and have a look, plagiarism or not, who copied who, compare."

Soon the host posted three pictures for the main building: [Picture 1] [Picture 2] [Picture 3]

"In chronological order, the first and third are from Luoyan, and the second is from Mr.Q. Luoyan fans think Mr.Q's is the first copy of Luoyan."

"Looking at this picture, I still think that Luo Yan's second picture is a plagiarism of Mr. Q's."

"Let's clean up this building and see the time, okay? The first picture of Luo Yan comes out first, and then Mr.Q comes out. Besides, Luo Yan has always been in this style. What's wrong with the third picture after imitating the first picture? , Mr. Q is the one who has the problem!"

"Just look at this comparison..."

"It's inevitable..."

"Let me be blunt, Luo Yan plagiarized Mr.Q. It's just a bit similar to the first one, but it's too similar to the second one, except for a drawn animal, a drawn person, and a drawn Petals, flowers in one painting, are there any other differences? The composition is exactly the same! Even if he imitates the first painting, he can’t be so similar to another person’s painting."

"Agree upstairs."

"Heh, the little transparent powder still has a face. Didn't your family plagiarize Luo Yan's first one so that it collided with Luo Yan's second one? This is Luo Yan's style of painting."

"Hahahahahahahaha, the funniest sentence of the year, Luoyan's style of painting. Who doesn't know that Luoyan doesn't have a style of painting? The painting is concise. Luoyan's painting style is really the funniest joke I have heard this year."

"Mr. Q's painting is obviously more delicate and gentle. It doesn't feel like copying Luoyan. Speaking of which, I haven't heard of this person before. What kind of painting?"