Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 2 2, the misogynistic me

In the Porsche Palamela, Song Wenbin didn't react for a while.After he reacted and took a closer look, he found that his live broadcast room was indeed blocked.This surprised him a lot. He asked himself why the live broadcast room was banned because he was not engaging in color or vulgar content.

Unwilling, he immediately applied for unblocking, and then made a phone call to the boss of his live broadcast company.

As a moderate Internet celebrity, Song Wenbin also has 100 million fans on the Internet. His call was quickly connected, but the attitude of the person who answered the call did not sound so friendly.

"Young Master Li, what do you think is going on here?"

Song Wenbin asked inexplicably: "I was doing outdoor work on Jiangnan Road, and the live broadcast room was suddenly blocked."

A hoarse and helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "There are too many people who report! Xiao Song, how many times have I told you, how many times, if you do outdoors, you should do outdoors well, and it's fine to pick up girls and play with cars. Don't give me those rotten jobs, okay, I annoy the audience and annoy the audience!"

Song Wenbin was annoyed, so he asked, "What's wrong with me? I didn't rub the edge, I didn't mess around, and I didn't."

"I'd rather rub and fuck around!"

An angry voice came from the phone: "It's a trivial matter to wipe the edge. Look at you, what you did in the live broadcast room, do you know?"

Someone on the other end of the phone took a few deep breaths and said in a very low voice: "Do you know that the fertility rate is tight now, huh?? You are still fighting here, do you know how many people have reported you recently!"

Song Wenbin was silent.

The other end of the phone hated iron and steel and said: "You are 25 years old. You can't be careful in what you say and do. Some people like you, and some people hate you to death. I suppressed those reports for you before. Now I can't hold back anymore, you can figure it out yourself!"

Song Wenbin said angrily: "Report, why report me!? Why report me!"

"Say you affect social harmony!"

"I do not have!"

Song Wenbin slapped the steering wheel angrily, and Panamera screamed.

"This is unfounded! Framed!"

"You call me, you call the group of people who reported you!"

The other end of the phone said impatiently: "Go and reason with them and see if you can make sense!"

Song Wenbin took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and said in a trembling voice, "How long will it take and how strong is it?"

"I don't know for the time being. Anyway, the strength is quite strong, and you are not the only one."

The boss said dryly: "Don't broadcast it recently, I guess your account has already been blocked."

Song Wenbin gasped, opened TikTok immediately, and typed in "I hate women." As expected, his account with millions of fans named "I hate women" actually disappeared.He has been live broadcasting for so many years, and he has never been banned at such a swift and decisive speed. He was blocked simply and neatly without even giving him a chance to explain or argue.

"I want to appeal." He said dryly.

"You can appeal." The boss said: "I will notify you after the limelight is over, and go back and reflect on it."

After speaking, the boss hung up the phone.

Song Wenbin put down his phone, looked at the black ban sign in the live broadcast room, closed his eyes, and didn't open them for a long time.

The accident happened so quickly that he barely had time to react.He talked about appealing, but he knew in his heart that he had no room to appeal, not to mention that he was just an Internet celebrity with 100 million fans, even if he was an Internet celebrity with more fans, countless people were banned every year.A modern live broadcast anchor is like a crucian carp crossing the river. Even if he is broadcasting every day, the popularity may not be maintained, let alone not being allowed to broadcast for a period of time, which is almost a sentence of death for his live broadcast life.

However, from the age of 16 to the present, Song Wenbin, who does not have much education, has worked hard for nearly ten years before he has some fan base. Now this is inexplicable, almost hitting him before liberation.

In the end, he sighed, threw away the phone, started the Panamera, and drove towards the suburbs of City H.

When he came to the door of a second-hand car dealership in the suburbs, he took off his Meituan delivery clothes and threw them into the trunk.

Although the night was quiet, the lights were still on in the back of the garage. Hearing the sound of the car, a man with short hair and glasses, wearing a kitchen apron and holding a spatula, came to the door of the garage. When the man saw Song Wenbin coming back, he smiled and fought him. Hello.

"Yo, I'm back."

The visitor is Song Wenbin's good friend, Ma Qiang.The two dropped out of high school together before finishing high school. Ma Qiang was in the second-hand car business in the city, and Song Wenbin was making a living online. Although the industries were different, the two still maintained close ties. Even Song Wenbin rented a house. In the community above the car dealership.

"How is today?" Ma Qiang asked.

"It's not good." Song Wenbin said sullenly, and returned the Porsche car keys to Ma Qiang.

Song Wenbin did not lie, this Porsche is not his, but Ma Qiang's, but it is wrong to say that it is Ma Qiang's, because this car was taken back by Ma Qiang from outside and planned to sell, but the economic situation in the past two years On the downside, first-hand cars are hard to sell, let alone second-hand cars.Among them, second-hand luxury cars suffered heavy losses. This 19-year-old Panamera was recovered and hung for 100 million yuan for a whole year without being sold, and the price was cut several times in the middle.Every time Ma Qiang sees this car, he shakes his head and sighs. He only regrets that he was blind and came back after taking such a car. Now, he has lost almost [-] yuan on just one car.

"Didn't you watch the live broadcast?"

Song Wenbin asked.

"Tomorrow is your sister-in-law's birthday, and I'm busy making supper."

Ma Qiang cheerfully showed Song Wenbin his spatula.

Song Wenbin rolled his eyes, sat on the sofa in the car dealership, picked up the Yellow Crane Tower Canyon Love on the table, smoked one, and lit it, his head sullen and silent.

The two had known each other for ten years. Seeing Song Wenbin like this, Ma Qiang knew something was wrong. He put away his smile, untied his apron and handed it to his wife who was busy in the kitchen. .”

Song Wenbin smoked a cigarette, and probably talked about the closure of the live broadcast room.

After listening to Song Wenbin, Ma Qiang also smoked a cigarette. He was silent for a while, but he suddenly smiled and said: "I thought it was a big deal, what is this, if you seal it, just do something else." ?”

"To put it lightly, can you stop driving now?"

Song Wenbin said.

Ma Qiang shook his head, "You are different from me. I am married, and my family can't stand the changes. You are not married yet, and there are ways to change careers."

Song Wenbin ignored Ma Qiang. Ma Qiang was good at everything, but he loved to preach, especially the matter of marriage, which he had to talk about every now and then.

Sure enough, before he could say a few words, Ma Qiang said again: "Brother, it's not that I'm out of my mouth. How many of your outdoor live broadcasters can get married, and they divorced after getting married. You are so old, no Thinking about the two elders in the family should also think about myself, this incident is also a good opportunity for me to change careers and do something else as soon as possible, why not be better than a street sneaker."

Song Wenbin stared at him, sprayed a puff of smoke on Ma Qiang's face, and said seriously: "Why am I a street sneak?"

"Still saying no, walking up and down the street all day to make flirts."

A woman said so.

It turned out to be Ma Qiang's wife, Chen Yun. She put a plate of hot sauerkraut fish on the tea table in front of Song Wenbin, and brought a set of bowls and chopsticks for Song Wenbin and Ma Qiang, and said, "It's not going well when we get together. Making fun of people on the street, I think that girl is pretty good today, and I am so angry at being played by you like that."

Song Wenbin was already angry, and it was even more uncomfortable to be told that by his sister-in-law, but he couldn't show it, so he could only smoke straight up.

Fortunately, Ma Qiang knew that he was not happy, so he hurriedly asked Chen Yun to get a beer, and he said earnestly to Song Wenbin: "Don't blame her, her woman doesn't understand your stuff, eat and eat."

Song Wenbin pinched his cigarette and ate the pickled fish in big mouthfuls.Ma Qiang opened a case of beer and drank with him.

Several people drank until midnight, and finally Ma Qiang's wife went to bed first, and Ma Qiang stayed in the garage, nagging and comforting Song Wenbin, but Song Wenbin didn't want to listen to Ma Qiang's comforting things.

"Should I say it or not, you really need to find someone to stabilize." The flushed Ma Qiang taught a lesson, "Your life is not a long-term plan, just coax young people, it's really like 30 The old man said, who would take your words seriously."

"Why is it not a long-term solution!"

Song Wenbin also drank a little too much, and said angrily, "If I hadn't subsidized you by broadcasting Geshanchawu, your car dealership would almost go bankrupt, and you still despise my job!"

"brother."

Ma Qiang hooked Song Wenbin's shoulders, and said with red eyes, "I hope you will be happy, do you understand? If you don't say anything else, there is already something wrong with your thinking."

"what?"

Song Wenbin glared at Ma Qiang, almost hitting him on the head with a wine bottle.

"I'm happy. Am I happy when I'm married like you? Am I the only one who's not married now? Can't you see the divorced people? Stop nagging, drink and go to sleep."

Ma Qiang took a sip of wine and said, "Brother, listen to my advice, don't ask too much, you spend all day on the Internet, too much hostility, it seems that women are not normal, in their twenties Girls, what if you want a few bags, just buy them for them, who is young and not vain."

Song Wenbin was irritable. He drank a bottle of wine, waved his arms angrily, and said angrily, "Is it because of Bao? Am I blind? I just want to find a girl who is not so self-centered and can take the initiative to understand others. Is it difficult? Is it difficult? But there are a few girls like this now, am I demanding too much!? No, I don’t have any demands, the pressure in life is already great enough, what they like to do, anyway, I don’t wait for it!”

Ma Qiang was a little annoyed by Song Wenbin's words. He threw the wine bottle on the table, patted the table and reprimanded him: "Men should not try to be understood and tolerated, but women should be understood and tolerated. Men only need to make money like dogs. Already!"

Song Wenbin just felt it was unreasonable, he put down his chopsticks with a bang, and cursed: "Are you talking about the life of a human? You are talking about the life of a slave! Have you lived for yourself all these years of marriage?"

What else did Ma Qiang want to say, Song Wenbin pointed at the motorcycles parked in the garage, and scolded: "Did you touch these motorcycles in the past few years of marriage? Did your wife let you ride them?"

After scolding, he didn't wait for Ma Qiang to speak, he lit a cigarette on his own, and stumbled out of Ma Qiang's second-hand car dealership.He turned a deaf ear to Ma Qiang's shout behind him.

However, after a brief quarrel, Song Wenbin was greeted by the cold wind in the community. He huddled and walked to the elevator entrance. When the elevator opened, there was a snuggling couple inside.The couple smiled when they saw him coming, and made room for him.

Song Wenbin stood alone at the corner of the elevator and followed the couple to their floor.

The cold wind in the upper floors was even worse. Song Wenbin looked at the couple who disappeared into the resident next door to him, with confusion in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)