Morning.
Shanghai SARFT. In an office.
Li Tao was sitting in the room, smoking. A young civil servant rushed in to report to him!
“Chief Li! Our official website has crashed from the traffic!” The youth wiped his sweat, “It has already hung! There’s no way for it to run normally!”
Li Tao said angrily, “What?”
The youth said, “It seems it’s all due to Zhang Ye’s fans and those trolls!’ With a pause, he said carefully, “And, last night, Zhang Ye seemed…seemed to have composed another poem.”
Another poem?
Li Tao quickly opened a webpage, and after seeing “Sunflower in the Sun”, he slammed his table angrily. With a loud thud, “That damn hooligan!” Yesterday, Zhang Ye had said to his face, that his future job was to scold them, and it was a scolding a day. Back then, Li Tao believed Zhang Ye was just speaking on the spur of the moment and was nothing much. He never expected that in less than a f**king day, which was yesterday or the day itself, Zhang Ye had already come up with a new poem to curse them? F**k! Why did we offend such a hooligan!?