Seeing Jiang Cheng's gloomy face, Wang Jian quickly spoke up. "Brother Cheng, don't take those guys seriously—just treat it as hot air."
"Exactly, what kind of nonsense is that? I laughed reading it; it's clearly made-up."
"We'll keep fighting after lunch and flame them till they log off. This morning I already rallied the whole class to battle under the post, but the other side's sneaky—keeps deleting comments."
"We've agreed to post a few statements later; that way they can't delete them all, and we can roast the haters while we're at it."
Jiang Cheng gave the photos on the screen a faint smile.
People nowadays are hypersensitive to the label "Second-generation rich." Whatever the topic, once "Second-generation rich" is slapped on…
…it automatically stands for laziness, arrogance, using money to bully others, playing with feelings, group "games," lavish orgies—nothing but negative buzzwords.
So once those forum threads appeared, they naturally sparked heated discussion.
From just a few candid photos, people online began to exaggerate and embellish.
The opposing rhetoric immediately triggered fierce reactions from those who despise the wealthy.
Jiang Cheng's luxury cars and special treatment made some eyes burn with envy; add paid trolls fanning the flames and the posts were pinned to the top.
And it was obvious who was behind these threads.
After all, since the term began, only two people had any real grudge against him.
The incidents all centered on the lounge and yesterday's parking lot.
Clearly, it's either Hao Liang or Zhang Wei.
Childish games—do they really expect him to drop out?
These kids who've never stepped into society are ridiculously naïve.
Jiang Cheng forwarded the threads to his phone.
First he sent them to the Security Team and told them to handle it.
Then he @'ed Qin Fen and Wang Congcong in the small group, asking them to look into Hao Liang's background.
Judging by Hao Liang's accent, he should be a local from Modu.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you'll win every battle.
The moment the Security Team received the message, they sprang into action.
They deployed a super-talented hacker who hijacked the trolls' accounts in no time.
Still unsatisfied, they took down the whole school forum and the school website.
Now the posts were gone—and the entire site threw a straight 404.
When Qin Fen and the others saw Jiang Cheng's forwarded thread, they chimed in at once.
Qin Fen: "Damn, which idiot posted this? His brain kicked by a donkey?"
Wang Zheng: "Whoever it is, mark my words—he's finished."
Qi Yuan: "Sigh, some moron always shows up for attention. Military Training's almost over and I'm full of pent-up fire; finally something to do."
Chen Hao: "His account's about to vanish."
Wang Congcong: "What happened? I can't see the thread anymore??"
Qin Fen: "@Wang Congcong, I screenshotted it—check it out."
Wang Congcong: "Sigh, a bunch of idiots. Even if Jiang Cheng got expelled, they might end up working at his company someday. Why poke the bear? I never expected domestic schools to be this tiresome."
Wang Congcong: "@Jiang Cheng @Qi Yuan, why didn't you two study abroad? Overseas is better—carefree, no annoying crap like this."
Jiang Cheng: "Why go abroad? The polarization there's severe; I'd pay to face discrimination. Anyway, our universities are fine now; meeting one or two weirdos is just bad luck."
Qi Yuan: "Exactly. My dad wanted to send me abroad but I refused—foreign girls aren't as good as our locals."
Qin Fen: "@Qi Yuan, the second half is the real point, right?"