Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
Advance chapters available for patrons on Patreon. And a chapter can be sponsored by buying me a ko-fi.
After Zhou Yixing sent his sister home, he was about to leave when he turned around and ran into his elder brother. He quickly called brother, but as soon as he said this, he was punched directly.
Zhou Yixing touched the corners of his sore mouth and couldn’t believe it, “What are you doing, are you crazy.”
Zhou Yicheng grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall, “You have so much ability, Zhou Yixing, you also learned how to pry into someone else’s corner. Why, you studied abroad for a year and you just learned how to be a mistress when you return home.”
Zhou Yixing was startled and almost blurted out, “You know?” Thanks to his rare quick reaction, he swallowed the words before he spoke them out loud, and just looked at Zhou Yicheng timidly.
When Zhou Yicheng saw him like this, he knew that what Jiang Mochen said was true. How could he have such a disappointing younger brother?
Zhou Yicheng looked at him and said fiercely: “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 or our family, I will be the first to destroy you.”
Zhou Yixing hurriedly shook his head, “No, brother, I won’t.”
“Then stay away from the Jiang family. Don’t think that I don’t know your fancy thoughts. Put away your unsavory thoughts as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the Jiang family does something, just wait for me to push you until Jiang Mochen puts you a wheelchair.”
Zhou Yixing felt that these words were a bit harsh, but he did not dare to talk back to his elder brother, so he could only nod and replied obediently, “I won’t.”
“That’s for the best.” Zhou Yicheng retracted his hand and said coldly, “Don’t you want to go out? Go away, so as not to be an eyesore.”
Then Zhou Yixing left in a hurry. He got into the car, slapped the steering wheel hard, growled angrily and breathed heavily. He felt angry and resentful. He hated Zhou Yicheng and Jiang Mochen. He was afraid of Zhou Yicheng, and he didn’t dare to touch Zhou Yicheng out of rebelliousness, but Zhou Yicheng didn’t want to offend Jiang Mochen, so in the end, he could only endure it.
Zhou Yixing found it ridiculous. He had always just endured it, enduring Zhou Yicheng at home and enduring those people outside who the Zhou family did not dare to offend. But why couldn’t others tolerate him? Why, only he had to endure others!
He drove angrily, drove out of Zhou’s house and headed towards his apartment.
Zhou Yixing walked in angrily, holding in his hand the instant lunch box he just bought downstairs in the community. He heated it in the microwave and carried it to a closed door.
Zhou Yixing took out the key and opened the door. He looked inside and saw that the room was dark and empty. He reached out and turned on the light, and the difference in this room was also revealed.
This was a very simple room with no furniture or decoration, just a bed, a bedside table, and a wardrobe. The rest, nothing. If this kind of arrangement appeared in an ordinary family, there would be no problem, but if it appeared in Zhou Yixing’s apartment, something was not right.
Zhou Yixing looked at the quilt that had been lifted, and the anger in his stomach instantly exploded. 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 thin white pajamas, shivering, curled up, his head lowered, such that his appearance could not be seen clearly. All he could see was that his shoulders were shaking constantly.
Zhou Yixing became even angrier when he saw him like this. He pulled the person out, dragged him to the ground, and said angrily: “This room is just such a big place, and there are only so many things, and you still want to hide in it? Where can you go? Why, you want to stay in this closet for the rest of your life, okay, you can stay here for five years, ten years, twenty years, whatever you like, you can stay for the rest of your life!”
He said and was about to stuff the man into the cabinet again. When the man saw this, he immediately struggled and begged with tears: “I don’t dare anymore. I was wrong. I really don’t dare anymore. Don’t lock me in. I really don’t dare.”
“Don’t you want to see me anymore? Don’t you like hiding in there? I’ll satisfy you!”
The man shook his head quickly, his whole body trembling, “I was wrong, I don’t dare anymore, I won’t do it anymore. I don’t dare anymore.”
Zhou Yixing snorted coldly and then let go. He handed him the heated lunch box and said, “Eat, I brought you food.”
The man was still timid and did not dare to move.
“Hurry up, what’s wrong? You’re not hungry, right? OK, I’ll take it and throw it away.”
Hearing this, the man reached out for it. He slowly raised his hands and face, and it was clear that he shouldn’t have done it. Yuan Mingxu’s face could be seen now.
Yan Qingchi was a little confused when he looked at the private message he received on his To Mr.Q Weibo on his phone.
A penny floats on the water: Dada, you have been plagiarized. The new painting by the painter Shu Luoyan is similar to your painting last week.
A penny floats on the water: Isn’t the big brother here? It’s best to take a look.
A penny floats on the water: Damn it, Luoyan fans are so shameless, they even said that you are the on who plagiarized. They obviously plagiarized you!
Yan Qingchi put down his mobile phone. When he first registered for To Mr.Q, he would check in from time to time. Later, he found that Guan Mei was taking good care of it, so he stopped taking care of it. He finished painting today and had nothing to do, so he came up to take a look on a whim, and he encountered this kind of thing.
Yan Qingchi logged into his usual trumpet and checked the painter Luoyan’s Weibo.
He didn’t know much about the circle of painters, but after searching, he saw that Luoyan had nearly 1 million fans. He thought Luoyan should have a certain status in this circle.
Yan Qingchi looked at Luoyan’s Weibo. The latest Weibo was a comic strip. When Yan Qingchi clicked on it, he saw a lot of praise in the comment area. Luoyan fans were calling out passionately. In addition, there were also a few discordant comments which said: Don’t be angry, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, don’t these 18 line artists you just want to be popular, just don’t pay attention to them.
“Yes, sir, ignore them. I’ve never heard of any Mr. Q. Who knows where the pheasant came from.”
“It’s just a rubbish with a few thousand fans. It’s really a moonshot.”
Yan Qingchi was speechless for a while, and continued to read down, then he saw the comic strip written by Luoyan three days ago. Yan Qingchi clicked it and felt a “thump” in his heart. Well, he was still a little curious, but a painter with millions of fans, was it possible for him to plagiarize such a transparent account like his? Could it be a mistake? It turned out that this was not plagiarism at all. It was simply a copy and paste. It was just that he painted animals, while Luoyan painted people.
Yan Qingchi sent a screenshot of Luoyan’s comic strip to Guan Mei and asked her: Do you know about this?
As soon as the message was sent, Guan Mei called.
Guan Mei was surprised, “Don’t you not care about this account? How come you still know about it?”
“I just don’t care about it most of the time. It’s not like I don’t have the account and password. I can still see it when I want to.”
“I thought you really didn’t even look at it.” Guan Mei muttered in a low voice, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to worry about this. I originally planned to find some marketing accounts for you in half a month, but this time is just right. You are lucky to have someone give you popularity to help you debut in C position.”
“I am lucky to have been copied?”
“Of course it would be unlucky if it were anyone else, but it would be different if it were you. With just a few fans like his in the painting circle, it is pretty good, but if you put it in the entertainment industry, it would be unwatchable. I still think this matter is not a big deal now, and there are benefits to maximize, so just wait and see, in less than three days, you will have your own name in the painting circle.”
Yan Qingchi hung up the phone with a confused look, okay, although he didn’t know what Guan Mei was planning to do, but he shouldn’t have to do anything.
So Yan Qingchi went downstairs and started his daily walk around the artificial lake, artificial rockery, and artificial gardens in the community. When the time was up, Zhang Quan came to pick him up, and he went to pick up Qi Qi after school. It was considered a very orderly life every day.
Yan Qingchi saw a post on the forum talking about this matter at night. Guan Mei sent him a link. The title of the link was very simple and crude: Was Luoyan plagiarized?
Yan Qingchi asked her: Did you ask someone to post it for you?
Guan Mei replied: Yes, I have to make a bigger fuss, at least let someone discuss this matter on the forum and Weibo, otherwise what’s the use of his fans jumping around.
Yan Qingchi clicked on the post and saw someone asking:
“Is it the Luoyan I know? Comic strips?”
“Yes, it’s her. Today on Weibo, someone said she was plagiarized. It was by a little transparent artist. Maybe she thought others wouldn’t notice, so she was so bold.”
“Can’t you see it because you are copying a small transparent account, so why don’t you blame her?”
“Luoyan fans are here, so there is no reason for her to copy a small transparent account, okay.”
“Where are the pictures? Put them up and we’ll see if they are plagiarized or not, and who copied whom. Compare them.”
Soon the poster posted three pictures to the main building: “[Picture 1] [Picture 2] [Picture 3]”
Listed in chronological order, the first and third pictures were from Luoyan, and the second picture was from Mr. Q. Fans of Luoyan thought that Mr. Q’s picture was plagiarized from Luoyan’s first picture. There were also some who thought that the second one by Luoyan was a copy of Mr. Q.
“Please check the time here. The first one by Luoyan came out first, and then Mr. Q. Besides, Luoyan has always been the one. There’s something wrong with the third painting in this style, but it’s Mr. Q’s that should be the problem!”
“Just looking at this comparison…”
“I’ll put it bluntly, Luoyan copied Mr. Q: It’s only slightly similar to the first one, but it’s so similar to the second one. Apart from one painting being of animals, and the other of people, one painting petals, and one painting flowers, 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 the other person’s painting.”
“Did he copy Luoyan’s first picture and then collide with Luoyan’s second picture? This is Luoyan’s painting style.”
“Hahahahahahaha, the funniest sentence this year, Luoyan’s painting style. Who among the painters doesn’t know that Luoyan doesn’t have a painting style? Gorgeous Feng Hong follows her example in painting gorgeous, while she then learns to paint in simplicity. Luoyan’s painting style is really the funniest joke I’ve heard this year.”
“Mr. Q’s painting style is obviously more delicate and gentle. It doesn’t look like copying Luoyan’s. Speaking of which, I’ve never heard of this person before. What’s the painting like?”
Guys, ads are my only source of revenue, so please do not turn on the AdBlock when you are accessing this website…. Thank you, this would be a great help…
You can buy me a ko-fi and sponsor a chapter on: https://ko-fi.com/midnightrambles
Or become a Patron on: https://www.patreon.com/bePatron?u=45665005
If you support me, I would be able to provide more chapters….
Previous • Table of Contents • Next