The Magic Trading System

He felt that it was necessary for him to teach this useless fellow a lesson.    

"Bam!"    

After Lee Lingling left, the man surnamed Shao slammed the table again.    

Only now did he let out the anger in his heart.    

"Bastard!" What the hell! I am a doctor who graduated from Stanford, I am a senior talent, and I am also from Beijing. I took the initiative to ask you, a little girl, to marry me. You're slapping me in the face! Damn it! Your father's face is swollen. If I don't get back at them, how the f * ck am I going to stay at Peking University in the future?! " The man surnamed Shao raged as he fiercely muttered to himself.    

Zheng Hao had already taken out his phone to take a short video of the guy getting angry.    

Then, Zheng Hao quickly registered a Weibo account under a fake identity and directly posted the short video on Weibo. The content said: A university professor like Shao chased after a girl crazily. After being rejected by a girl, he became extremely furious and threatened to take revenge on that girl.    

After finishing this Weibo post, Zheng Hao even mentioned the important news media in Peking University and Beijing.    

Zheng Hao thought to himself, this guy is actually so shameless, then I'll help you make a name for yourself!    

As long as the topic on Weibo was new to him, he would definitely attract a lot of attention.    

After finishing this task, Zheng Hao decided to let me suffer a little more.    

However, he wasn't going to teach him a lesson. He was going to use some hidden methods to make him suffer.    

Zheng Hao came behind me and kicked the two hind legs of the chair I was sitting on.    

"Crack!"    

His strength directly broke the legs of the chair from the middle.    

Then the chair lurched backward.    

"Bam!"    

"Yo!"    

"Crash!"    

He fell backward onto his back. He was shocked and screamed miserably.    

In a panic, Shao's legs picked up the table. Then, the table flipped over for him, and the plates, bowls, chopsticks, and cutlery all fell off.    

Fragments of porcelain fell to the ground.    

At the same time, Shao Su fell heavily to the ground. The back of his head knocked against the floor and he actually broke a bit of his skin, causing blood to gush out.    

Ah, this manic behavior of a certain someone.    

He thought to himself, 'Damn it, I really have bad luck today!'    

How could the legs of this damn chair be broken?    

"Duk Duk Duk!"    

There was a knock at the door.    

"Mr. Shao, what's wrong?" What happened? " The fat boss' voice sounded outside the door.    

"F * ck!" "Little Yan, get the hell in here!" He crawled up from the ground and shouted fiercely.    

The fat boss quickly opened the door and entered. He saw that there was only one person in the room, and that female student was gone.    

Not only was his body covered in dust, his head was even smashed, and was bleeding profusely.    

The table was also overturned. The plates on the table had all been broken. It could be said that the scene was a complete mess.    

"Mr. Shao, what's going on?" The fat boss was shocked. "Why are you injured? Let me send you to the hospital to bandage your wounds."    

"Bandage my ass!" Your chair isn't strong, but its legs are broken. It almost fell to the ground and died! What do you think we should do? " Shao was in an aggressive posture as if he was denouncing the culprits.    

The anger in his stomach couldn't be released, so he was using this as an excuse.    

"Mr. Shao, I-I'll compensate you. I don't know how I did it, but the chair is quite strong. It's made of hard wood and usually doesn't have any broken legs." It's all my fault, so why don't you follow me to bandage your wounds? Your safety is the most important thing. " The fat boss stomped his feet and said.    

He also felt that he was quite unlucky.    

He had wanted to curry favor with this Young Master Shao, who would have thought that flattering him would result in him getting into a situation where he was flattering him.    

Zheng Hao watched Ye Zichen from the side as he cursed. Zheng Hao had a worse impression of Ye Zichen.    

He thought to himself, this is the f * cking scum of Peking University.    

He lifted his foot and swept it across the guy's heel.    

How strong is he?    

Before he could sense that something was wrong, his feet suddenly slipped.    

"Squeak squeak ~ ~"    

"Plop!"    

"Aooo!"    

This guy slid down heavily on the ground again and landed solidly on the ground. He hit the back of his head on the ground again and created a new hole.    

Blood began to gush out again.    

"Aiyo!" "Mr. Shao, what happened to you? Why did you stand up so well and fall down again?" The fat boss felt his heart twitching. He quickly went to help Shao Zi up.    

"Pah!"    

He raised his hand and slapped the fat boss in the face, "F * ck!" Little Yan, are you trying to kill me? Why the fuck are your floors so slippery? He might slip up and fall down, aiyo! "He threw me to death."    

He moaned.    

He was truly on the verge of losing his temper.    

The fat boss got a slap on his face and was furious. However, he didn't dare to offend him, so he could only smile and say: "Mr. Shao, today this is really weird. My floor is made of anti-skid material and the friction is quite big. "If you don't believe me, I'll slide over and take a look."    

The fat boss slid a few times on the floor, indicating that his floor definitely had no problems.    

"F * ck, consider this my bad luck. Come, come with me to the hospital to bandage my wounds." He also felt that his fall was too strange.    

"Okay, okay!" Come with me! " The fat boss supported Shao with his hands and had another shop assistant quickly take the clean gauze cloth and let Shao cover the wound on his head.    

They went downstairs.    

Zheng Hao still felt unsatisfied.    

He was at the back and kicked someone in the heel again.    

"Plop!"    

Once again, he sat on the stairs, right at the edge of the stairs.    

"Ouch!" "Ouch!"    

He covered his butt and screamed again.    

Only then did Zheng Hao feel that all the anger in his stomach had been vented out.    

He quickly walked down the stairs and left the Laughing Spring Breeze Inn.    

He took out his cell phone and checked it. He found that the Weibo post he had posted had already attracted the attention of the Beijing and Peking University media. Some of the media had reprinted it over to show their interest.    

Then, Zheng Hao saw a lot of comments below the short video that had been posted by some powerful media.    

"Disgusting!"    

"Clothes, beasts!" "He looks dignified, but he's full of male bandits and female prostitutes!"    

"This guy is actually a professor? Damn it, how many outstanding female students would be taken advantage of by him if he called her a beast?"    

"The human body, this Shao'er, must be seen by the relevant parties, and he must be severely punished!"    

Zheng Hao smiled when he saw these comments.    

He knew that he was going to lose all his reputation this time.