Volume 1: Male Haunts, People Pay Attention Chapter 3 Evidence of the Truth (5300 Monthly Ticket Plus More)

Chapter 3 The Evidence of the Truth (5300 monthly ticket plus more)

***, I just woke up not long ago, and sent up the *** plus update I owed yesterday~ There will be another chapter in a while.

In addition, there are only eight chapters left in the manuscript... Sad reminder, I may have to continue to owe debts today...

Finally, I solemnly declare: This story is purely fictitious, please do not take it for granted, any names, units and groups mentioned in this article have nothing to do with names, units and groups in reality!

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When the media were about to criticize Chen Yingxiong as a "public enemy" and "national scum", Chen Yingxiong was on a shopping spree in Beijing. Before he returned to Sichuan, he always wanted to buy some gifts for his parents. I haven't seen you for half a year, and I miss you so much.

He didn't read newspapers, TV, surf the Internet, or listen to the radio at all, and he didn't care about it at all. It really had nothing to lose for him anyway. If he didn't go to the Olympic team to participate in the training camp, he might have regretted it for a long time, thinking that he could finally participate in the Olympics and show his face at home. In the end, I went to the team, and seeing what the team's training was all about, I suddenly lost all illusions and longings...

Even if this team had himself, it would not have made it to the semi-finals... This daily training made his heart cool.

He can only wish the team good luck.

At this moment he received a call from his agent Dracula.

"What happened to the Olympic team?"

"The Russian media will pay attention to the Chinese National Olympics?" Chen Yingxiong was surprised.

"I was talking about your endorsement to a Chinese company. After you won the UEFA Cup, your commercial value has soared, especially in China. But those companies suddenly delayed the negotiation time, or simply refused. I thought it was strange, so I went to the Chinese media to see if you caused any news recently. I didn't expect... There was a lot of noise there. Didn't you read the news?"

"I'm too busy spending money to take care of it."

"Well, it's a good thing you didn't watch it. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in the mood to spend money."

"Is the situation serious?" Chen Yingxiong asked.

"Fortunately, you are still a little worse than Wang Jingwei."

"Damn! What is this 'okay'?!"

"How are you going to respond to..."

"You wait for me to go and see what they say about me!" Chen Yingxiong hung up the phone, not in the mood to continue shopping, he hailed a taxi and rushed back to the hotel where he was staying.

I got off the car near the hotel, ran to the newsstand, and bought all the newspapers on the newsstand. Because he didn't know which newspapers were talking about this matter, so he even bought financial newspapers...

Under the surprised and puzzled eyes of the old man at the newsstand, Chen Yingxiong ran back to his room with a lot of newspapers in his arms. Then turn on the TV and start listening to TV while reading the newspaper.

He picked up a general newspaper, with his picture on the front page and the lurid headline: "Hero or Bear?"

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Chen Yingxiong finished reading the newspaper and then watched TV. There happened to be a news program on a local TV station introducing the people in focus this week. His photo and name were listed on it.

"...In the past week, one incident over the weekend absolutely blew up the national media and fans. That was Chen Yingxiong's fight incident. He violently beat the Olympic captain and overage national footballer Zhang Wei in team training. He beat him unconscious on the spot... The impact of this incident is in the words of the press release sent to reporters by the Chinese Football Association: "The impact is extremely bad! The consequences are extremely serious!'..."

It seems that it is really a fight to become famous...

Chen Yingxiong took out his mobile phone.

"I'm going to hold a press conference and tell the truth to reporters."

"What are you going to say?"

"Tell the reporters exactly what happened..."

"What do you say, do the reporters believe it?"

"Well……"

"Do you have any witnesses? Will your teammates be willing to testify for you that Zhang Wei was the one who provoked you first? You have been expelled from the team, but they will continue to play in the National Olympics and offend Zhang Wei in order to support you? I don't think they are that stupid."

Chen Yingxiong, as Dracula said, was frowning—is it okay to let those damn reporters talk nonsense?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

"I can't find any eyewitnesses, but I have live video. Can this be used as evidence?"

Dracula was a little surprised: "Didn't it mean that there were no fans or reporters at the scene, and the training was closed?"

Chen Yingxiong asked Dracula: "Didn't you say that as long as I want to, I can copy the scene I saw and build a copy?"

There came Dracula's suddenly realized laughter: "So that's the case! But now you can't do that level of realistic restoration, so I have to do it for you. Wait for me for a while, I'll be right there."

"You're not in Russia..."

Before Chen Yingxiong could finish speaking, the phone hung up.

Then, he heard a knock on the door.

"Here we come..." As soon as he ran to open the door, Dracula was standing at his door with his mobile phone in his hand.

After the initial surprise, Chen Yingxiong slapped his forehead: "I fucking forgot that you are light..."

He backed away, letting Dracula in.

"Won't your sudden disappearance make others suspicious?"

"I said go to the bathroom."

"Well, watch out for that iceberg that thinks you're constipated, or fell down the toilet."

Listening to Chen Yingxiong's ridicule, Dracula smiled and said: "You are much better than I imagined, I thought you must be furious and in a mess right now."

"I'm not that miserable, okay..." Chen Yingxiong rolled his eyes: "Stop talking nonsense, let's start!"

"Start what?"

"Start working!"

"I don't know what kind of things you have experienced, what are the specific details... I don't know these things, how can I build a copy for you?" Dracula spread his hands, his face was taken for granted. But Chen Yingxiong wanted to beat him up.

"Are you entertaining me? Who said that I can't do this, so he has to come?" He stared with murderous intent.

Dracula smiled: "You have to outline the general framework first, and I will do the detailed parts. Just like your open letter, you make a draft and I will revise it."

Chen Yingxiong glared at him: "That's not a draft, I wrote it all night and revised it countless times!"

"Yes yes, we all know you work hard. Okay, let's get started!" Dracula clapped his hands.

Chen Yingxiong began to close his eyes, recalling everything he experienced that day, especially the visual sense, which is very important for the whole scene to be reproduced in front of his eyes. If he can't form a picture in his mind, he can't reconstruct the scene.

Fortunately, Chen Yingxiong's ability in this area is still outstanding, and he quickly completed the preliminary work of this scene.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in the training ground of the Olympic team in Shenyang, surrounded by his short-lived teammates. They are currently still standing in the same place a little stiffly, motionless, like dolls that have not been wound up.

Dracula was right, without his help, this would not have been possible—because both the field and the teammates were so rough, it looked like...well, like a model of Pro Evolution football in the **** era.

This is also normal. After all, Chen Yingxiong only spent one day with them, and the impression was not deep enough, so naturally he couldn't reproduce it perfectly.

At this moment, Dracula snapped his fingers.

The light and shadows around and in front of Chen Yingxiong began to change, and the world he lived in seemed to have been rendered layer by layer, and it began to become more realistic and vivid little by little.

This process lasted about thirty seconds, and the world has changed drastically. Chen Yingxiong had the illusion that he was on the Shenyang training ground three days ago.

At some point, Dracula had an extra mobile phone capable of recording videos in his hand. He smiled and nodded at Chen Yingxiong: "Now go up and be shoveled again."

Chen Yingxiong clenched his fists: "No, go up and beat that bastard again!"

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It's like making a movie, because there will always be scenes that are different from the original situation, so you have to repeat ng. Because of this, Chen Yingxiong can always beat Zhang Wei repeatedly. Although it is only virtual, it also makes him very happy. Sometimes Dracula wondered if this kid didn't follow the script on purpose, just to beat him up a few more times to vent his anger?

After ng about eight times, I finally got it done.

After "acting", Chen Yingxiong quit the copy and sat down with Dracula to watch the fruits of their hard work.

Dracula intentionally swayed the shot, and the shot from a distance is not very clear, but it still allows everyone to see the most critical points - first, Zhang Wei constantly violated Chen Yingxiong during the game; second, Zhang Wei's fierce tackle.

"It's a pity that it can't really be like a movie, otherwise this place can have multiple shots, and it's better to have close-ups from several angles and high-definition slow playback..." Chen Yingxiong said, pointing to the phone screen. "Let everyone know how vicious that kid's tackle is!"

"This evidence is already very convincing. At least it explains why you beat someone violently. Although they are both beating someone, self-defense and counterattack are still two concepts. This can help you win back a lot of public opinion. The next thing you have to consider is how to tell everyone the truth."

Chen Yingxiong planned to hold a press conference before, but he suddenly felt that it was not sensational enough...so he changed his mind: "Can you contact CCTV for me?"

"Um?"

"Let's say that Chen Yingxiong, the person involved in the fight, finally broke the silence of many days and told everyone the truth about this matter, and there is a live video to prove it...Wait, there were no reporters or fans at the scene at the time, and there was no one else except the insiders...Now that such a video suddenly popped up, who would believe it?"

Dracula asked Chen Yingxiong to carefully look at the shooting angle of the video: "Guess who can shoot this angle?"

Chen Yingxiong stared at it for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "Fuck! Dujkovic! He happened to be playing with his mobile phone during training that day..."

Dracula smiled: "I added a few words in Serbian during post-production to ensure that it was exactly the same as Dujkovic's voice. It made people dare not doubt the truth of this video. As for why Dujkovic filmed this video, and why this video appeared in your hands...Let the reporters and the Football Association guess."

Chen Yingxiong felt that his manager was really insidious...

"I think CCTV's idea is very good. I'll try to contact it for you. This is a national-level TV station, and its influence is obviously not comparable to that of a local TV station." Dracula pointed to the TV that was still on. There is no talk about Chen Yingxiong on the TV, and an advertisement is being played.

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