The Daily Life of the Immortal King

At twelve o'clock in the evening, it was already late at night.

In an apartment near Songhai City, Suzaku Gate Cultivation City, Ding Yunsong, who lives on the top floor of the apartment, was wearing a nightgown trying to learn a foreign language, but suddenly received an emergency call at this moment.

Being disturbed, Ding Yunsong looked a little unhappy. When he connected the phone, his tone was dull and dull: "Which one?"

The person on the other end of the phone only had three words: "Song Qingshu."

As soon as these three words fell, Ding Yunsong was shocked, and he immediately lifted his head and smiled: "It turned out to be Mr. Song... Mr. Song is so late, what do you have to do with me?"

"Mr. Ding already knows what happened on the Internet? That Wang Situ's wife was wiped out, causing a lot of upheaval in the city." Song Qingshu asked directly without beating around the bush.

Ding Yunsong nodded solemnly: "Well... of course I know this!"

He actually didn't know... He was busy learning foreign languages ​​at this time, so he didn't have time to pay attention to things on Weibo.

"The person who wiped the oil was one of my little brothers. I drank two or two pot tou that day, and my mind was a little confused. In fact, it was all a misunderstanding." Song Qingshu said.

"I understand what Mr. Song means, but there must be a process for the aftermath..."

Song Qingshu nodded: "I also understand what you mean. Within half an hour after the call ends, 3 million will be called to your foreign account, and you will be responsible for the aftermath. As for Wang Situ's family, you must also give Some hush money. To keep the family from talking nonsense."

Both of them are old rivers and lakes, and they immediately knew the meaning of this phone call with just a few words. Ding Yunsong took a bite of Mr. Song to Song Qingshu, and anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance the stakes involved. Ding Yunsong knew very well that if it wasn't for the intelligence agency to support him in the position. He didn't even have the chance to take this position.

Ding Yunsong was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, by the early morning, I promise that this matter will be suppressed..."

After the short call, Ding Yunsong made a few more calls. The boss of the network operation company, who is in charge of the management of the Cultivation Network Technology Department... Ding Yunsong called "condolences" one by one to all those who were related to this matter and could suppress the influence of public opinion. .

Controlling the power of public opinion is not the first time Ding Yunsong has done it.

The first time I did it, I didn't know who to look for, but now I'm already familiar with it.

After making dozens of calls in a row, Ding Yunsong stretched and looked at his watch, it was already two in the morning...

A beautiful foreign girl in a cute maid outfit has fallen asleep.

At this moment, Ding Yunsong has no interest at all...

"Let's rest early tonight!"

Ding Yunsong sighed, walked gently to the little girl, and tucked the quilt for the girl.

Just as he was about to kiss the foreign girl on the forehead, the ghost's phone rang again.

This time, Ding Yunsong is really impatient... This Nima, can I still learn foreign languages ​​well!

Ding Yunsong answered the phone with some anger in his heart: "I'm Ding Yunsong! It's so late... Is there anything I can't report tomorrow!"

On the other end, the nice-voiced operator girl was scolded like this, and she seemed helpless: "Mr. Ding, don't be angry... This is the call of the Cultivation Inspection Division."

"The phone number of the Cultivation Inspection Division? Then come in quickly..."

For some reason, Ding Yunsong had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The clerk of the Cultivation Inspection Division just said a few words, and Ding Yunsong's drowsiness suddenly disappeared, and his face turned pale with a swipe.

"Shangfeng instructed to thoroughly investigate the case of Wang Situ, the great Internet god, in order to play a role in killing chickens and warning monkeys? This... This is just an Internet writer, do you need to be so serious?"

"Yes, Mr. Ding. Do you think I'm joking? You haven't read Weibo, have you? The Huaxiu State Cultivator Alliance has made it clear that they will legislate specifically for bad behavior in society. Feng said it would be seriously concerned about the matter."

Ding Yunsong's cold sweat couldn't stop flowing out.

Up the peak? Which is the top? This is clearly such a small thing... How could it cause such a big uproar?

Ding Yunsong was a little stunned when he listened to the phone.

From this phone call, Ding Yunsong already knew that this matter was out of his control. It's right that Song Qingshu found himself, but it was obvious that the other party was also looking for someone, and he found a big man who he couldn't shake.

At this moment, Ding Yunsong has the feeling of being dumb eating Huanglian, and he is a little afraid to hang up the phone, because he is almost certain that the higher-level cadres in other departments may have become a mess! Awaiting your latest instructions! Because the instructions issued by Shangfeng and the phone call he made before are completely different things!

Licking his dry lips, Ding Yunsong's forehead was already dripping with sweat...

And within ten seconds of hanging up the phone of the Cultivation Inspection Division, Ding Yunsong's phone rang again...

This time, Ding Yunsong deliberately glanced at the number on the caller ID, and almost urinated with fright... It was actually the call of the inspection officer of the Inspection Division!

As soon as the phone was picked up, a magnetic and serious voice came from the other end of the phone as expected.

"Ding Yunsong, before you go to the peak, you should move first? I solemnly warn you, don't think about doing things all day..."

Ding Yunsong was too scared to speak: "..."

"Whether your reputation and status can be preserved depends entirely on your attitude towards this matter, understand?"

When the inspection officer of the Cultivation Inspection Division said this, his voice suddenly became much lower: "This matter...Senior is very angry! After getting up in the middle of the night, he was furious! Next week, fellow Taoists from the Cultivation Alliance will come to our city to check. ."

Hearing this, Ding Yunsong trembled all over: "May I ask the inspection officer... Who is this senior?"

"Ding Yunsong is pretending to be confused with me? You should have guessed it already? Sword Saint and Martial Saint are his students. Which senior do you think this is?"

Ding Yunsong opened his mouth so wide that he could put an apple in his mouth. He was completely stunned: "..."