Chapter 131 Account Blocked

When Zhang Yang returned to his workstation, the workaholic checked the time and reminded him:

"You still have 17 minutes to rest."

"Don't go too far, or we won't be able to find you later. Let's try our best to finish work before 11 o'clock and have a good sleep."

Zhang Yang looked at the clock on the wall.

Getting off work at 11pm means another six hours of work.

To be honest, the situation of black slaves should be better than ours.

Because once it gets dark, people will go back to the cabin to sleep, but Zhang Yang still has to shoot indoor scenes.

It’s a pain, Zhang Yang nodded silently.

He stood silently behind Li Mengmeng.

"What are you doing?" the woman asked warily.

"It shouldn't affect you if I learn how to edit videos, right?"

"No, no, it's up to you."

After getting permission, Zhang Yang moved a stool and sat behind the other person openly. Learning editing was of course just an excuse, he was waiting.

Wait for Shen Yiyi to take action.

Putting aside the fact that she had to work, given my junior sister's personality, she wouldn't let go of such a scammer's comma number, right?

If the account is blocked one second later, one more person may be deceived.

Time passed by minute by minute. About ten minutes later, Li Mengmeng opened Douyin and prepared to upload the video.

As soon as I logged in, I saw a prompt pop up on the main interface:
[Due to suspected illegal and irregular behavior, your account has been restricted from posting content. Please click here to quickly unblock it.]

Li Mengmeng immediately took some time to go up.

The system pops up a second prompt:
[Sorry, this account has not yet been granted quick unblocking permission. Please contact customer service. Thank you for your cooperation.]

Seeing this prompt, Zhang Yang shouted in his heart:
"Pretty!"

Although it is just a restriction on the content to be published and the account is not directly blocked, it should be enough to make this woman feel uncomfortable for a while, right?
Sure enough, Li Mengmeng, who was originally sitting upright, suddenly leaned back and leaned against the chair as if she was dying.

"What happened?" Zhang Yang asked in a low voice.

"What else could it be? Someone reported him."

"This kind of video that reveals the principles of fraud is easy to make peers jealous. They spend some money, find a professional team, and report it every time."

"Have no idea."

Li Mengmeng sighed, with a somewhat regretful expression on her face:
"In the eyes of others, we are too righteous. It is so difficult to do good things."

"Oh, that makes sense." Zhang Yang agreed.

In fact, what he was thinking was:

Good man, are you still righteous?

You can cheat on your buddies, but just don't cheat on yourself.

Normally, he says no more than five words in a sentence, but now he says so many. It’s obvious that he is hypnotizing himself!

But there is one thing this woman said that is correct:

She was indeed reported by her “peers”.

Tukeng Duan acted as if justice was done by heaven.

"So what should we do now?" Zhang Yang asked.

"You should take a rest first. I'll go find Lao Song. He has to spend money to solve this problem."

"Okay, I'll go back first. Call me if you have anything."

Zhang Yang stood up to leave, but was immediately stopped by the woman.

"No, just wait here, I'll be back soon."

Li Mengmeng was very confident. They had encountered this kind of account being banned before. As long as they contacted the person in charge of Douyin in Linzhou, the account could be unblocked quickly.

So she forced Zhang Yang to sit down on his seat.

I went out with my computer.

But as soon as she left, Zhang Yang followed.

I didn't want to work for them in the first place, so I asked my junior sister for help to report it. If I just sit here and do nothing, wouldn't Shen Yiyi's work be in vain?
Go, you have to go, without even looking back.

……

Go back to the office area on the second floor over there.

Xiao Wu was helping to pack express deliveries. When she saw Zhang Yang coming back, her eyes lit up, but Lao Zhong was right next to her supervising her, so she didn't even have time to say hello.

"Hey? Xiao Zhang, why are you back?" Lao Zhong asked puzzledly.

"There's a problem over there, so we'll take a break this afternoon." "Mr. Zhong, are you sending samples to customers?"

Zhang Yang looked over curiously.

Noticing his gaze, Lao Zhong suddenly took two steps sideways, like a crab, just blocking his line of sight.

He also took the initiative to help Xiao Wu pack up, as if he was afraid that Zhang Yang would see it.

"What the hell is this? It's so mysterious?"

Zhang Yang walked forward and said in a very domineering manner:

Let me be healthy!

Lao Zhong's reaction was even more outrageous. He pressed half of his body on the paper box, covering it tightly.

"Tsk, it's as if no one cares to see it."

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes at Lao Zhong and returned to his seat.

Seeing him sit down, the other party straightened up and continued sealing the box with his back to him.

What is so precious?
It has to be said that Lao Zhong's wretched appearance really aroused Zhang Yang's curiosity.

He pretended to play with his phone and started thinking:
Is there anything that cannot be shown to one's own people?

Fake? Not really.

Old Zhong must have believed Zhang Yang’s words that he had been imprisoned for counterfeiting antiques, otherwise he would not have accepted him into the team.

They are all fake, so who is nobler than the other?
So it is definitely not an ordinary fake antique.

Zhang Yang guessed that there were two possibilities.

One scenario is:

The box contained very poorly aged industrial waste, so poor quality that Lao Zhong was embarrassed to show it to Zhang Yang, fearing that he would laugh at him.
People just want to save face.

Another scenario is:

The items in the box were genuine, and they were the kind of porcelain with large doors. Based on Lao Zhong's understanding of Zhang Yang, he felt that he would be able to recognize what they were at a glance.

In addition, the appearance of genuine products in a counterfeiting den is too suspicious, so it is normal for Lao Zhong to keep it secret.

"The real thing? Wait, what if Boss Song has the real thing?"

"Could it be that it was left by the alpaca?"

Zhang Yang suddenly felt that the fog in front of him dissipated a little.

But there is still a big black mass.

Lao Zhong was wearing black and stood in front of him, blocking his view completely. He also looked back from time to time, fearing that Zhang Yang would peek.

Block it, block it, don't just block it.

Zhang Yang sneered in his heart.

Lao Zhong would never have thought that Xiao Wu, who helped him print labels, had been bribed by someone in just a few days.

In order to avoid suspicion, Zhang Yang did not talk to Xiao Wu immediately after Lao Zhong left with the express box.

He still held his cell phone, opening it.

It was not until lunch time that Zhang Yang asked Xiao Wu about this matter.

"What did Lao Zhong ask you to help send?"

"Porcelain."

"What kind of china?"

"A vase, maybe? Or maybe a water bottle? Anyway, I don't really understand."

Xiao Wu's answer does not contain any useful information.

"Um, can you describe the condition of the porcelain, the color, luster, texture, etc.?"

Zhang Yang knew that he couldn't expect Xiao Wu to suddenly say something like "a small white-glazed vase with engraved cloud and dragon patterns, from the late Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty". That would be too scary.

I can only try to piece together the information from various sources.

When Xiao Wu heard what he said, he blinked and said:

"You want to know what's inside, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Xiao Wu took out his mobile phone, operated it for two seconds, and then handed it to Zhang Yang.

What was displayed on the phone screen was actually a photo of a porcelain vase.

"Here, this is what you are pretending to be."

(End of this chapter)