The next day, the crew issued an obituary to mourn actor You Yulin's death.

Chaofan Entertainment then issued obituaries one after another.

You Yulin's death caused a stir on the Internet. A young man who was in the rising period of his career and had a bright future died like this.

It is not only the fans of You Yulin who mourn the Internet, but some netizens who have never heard of You Yulin's name have also posted on Weibo to mourn.

Of course, some marketing accounts that are scrambling to fish, intending to gain popularity and eat human blood steamed buns.

"Shocked, a rising star fell."

"Actor You Yulin's death is really a hype for the movie? In fact, he is not dead at all!"

"Reasonable understanding of depression so that tragedy will not happen again."

"On the Economic Benefits of Star Death."

The report is true or false, but who do you want to say that these marketing accounts are really mourning You Yulin's death?

None!

They just write whatever they want to get accustomed to earn traffic!

They are just consuming a dead stranger!

Seeing these messages on the Internet, Ye Fan shook his head with a wry smile. He didn't understand why a person was not very famous before his death, but after his death, there were so many people scrambling to mourn.

Looking at the faces of these marketing accounts, Ye Fan was so angry that he was so angry.

So, that day, all marketing accounts that were riding on hot topics and attempting to use You Yulin's deadly hype were mysteriously stolen, and all related articles were deleted.

No one knows who did this, but only knows that the person who does this must be a very powerful hacker.

Because he was busy teaching these marketing accounts a lesson, Ye Fan did not post any Weibo post about You Yulin.

So many fans of You Yulin, or netizens who didn't know You Yulin at all, ran to Ye Fan's Weibo to shout.

"Ye Fan, why haven't you posted on Weibo yet? Your good friend is dead!"

"Damn, I misread you. It turns out that you and You Yulin are just brothers on the surface."

"The artists of Chaofan Entertainment have posted on Weibo. As a friend in You Yulin's circle, don't you post? Trash!"

"A good friend dies like nothing is wrong. Master Fan, what do you think?"

The same comment also appeared under Yin Xuan'er's Weibo. Yin Xuan'er has not been in the mood to look at her phone these two days, so she has not posted on Weibo.

Seeing these comments, Ye Fan burst into laughter.

Only by posting on Weibo to mourn is a good friend? Why should we share the sadness and sadness in our hearts with you? What the hell do you know!

OK, you want me to post on Weibo, right? I'm not afraid of trouble, come on!

Ye Fan was filled with anger at this time. He felt that if he didn't find a vent, he might go crazy.

So twenty minutes later, Ye Fan posted a Weibo post.

"Let's go, the fallen leaves blow into the deep valley, but the song has no home.

Let's go, the moonlight on the ice has overflowed from the river.

Let's go, your eyes look at the same sky, and your heart beats the drums of the twilight.

Let's go, we have not lost our memories, we are looking for the lake of life.

Let's go, the road is full of red poppies."

This poem is "Let's Go" by Bei Dao. It was written by Bei Dao to send it to friends. It also has a bit of irony. Ye Fan is more appropriate to use it here.

When netizens saw Ye Fan’s Weibo, they were stunned. What does this mean?

"This poem... What does Mr. Fan mean? Isn't this a memorial poem?"

"The fallen leaves blow into the deep valley, but the song has no home... What are you talking about?"

"Is there something wrong with this?"

"Floating red poppy? Who is this sentence talking about? Does Master Fan know what?"

Ye Fan's poem, which was unknown, suddenly caused an uproar on the Internet. Many people began to speculate on what was going on in You Yulin's death and whether there was something else in it.

Ye Fan, no matter what netizens thought, he was not in the mood to pay attention to netizens’ speculation now.

Turn off the computer, he sat on the bed and stared at his phone.

About ten minutes after sending it on Weibo, a phone call came in.

"Hey, hello, Mr. Ye Fan? I am Manager Huang from Chaofan Entertainment. We used to call."

Ye Fan did have a phone call with Manager Huang. When Ye Fan's novel was so popular, he called to ask Ye Fan about his intention to sign the contract, but Ye Fan politely refused.

"I'll call your boss." After saying this coldly, Ye Fan hung up the phone directly.

Not long after, another phone call came in, this time it was an unfamiliar number.

Ye Fan answered the phone and the voice of a middle-aged woman came from the other end of the phone: "I am Zhuo Yan, as you wish, I'm here."

"Ha, you are smart." Ye Fan mocked.

He posted that Weibo for nothing else. He was just sending a signal to Zhuo Yan, the president of Chaofan Entertainment, "I know there is something wrong with this, so you'd better contact me to ban it."

He was not afraid that Zhuo Yan would not know about this. She was the one who was most worried about when You Yulin died. He should always pay attention to the direction of the wind on the Internet.

"Then I'll just talk straight to the point. Is Yulin's cell phone there?" Zhuo Yan said.

As early as the moment she learned that something happened to You Yulin, she had entrusted her relationship with her friends in the police station to get You Yulin's mobile phone out of the police station no matter what, but the other party said that the mobile phone was not in the police station at all.

This surprised Zhuo Yan and was happy. What was happy was that her affairs were not to worry about being exposed for the time being. What was shocked was that this thing was always a time bomb, and she was not at ease when she fell into someone's hand.

"Haha...you guess."

"Ye Fan, you are a smart person. You know I didn't have to make this call, but I still called and tell me your conditions." Zhuo Yan said lightly, without any grasp at all.

"Condition? I want you to be responsible for Lao You's death, what are you doing?" Ye Fan said with a sneer.

"Yulin's death has nothing to do with me."

"Do you dare to touch your conscience and say this? Ah!" Ye Fan roared.

Zhuo Yan on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, as if she was a little guilty. Then she continued, "Whatever you think, since you don't want to give me your phone, then keep it. You know, even if these things are exposed, they will not cause much harm to me. But you, I hope you have the life to keep this thing."

"Ha, let's go and see."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan lay on the bed in the word "wooden".

This Zhuo Yan is far more difficult than she imagined, and there was no flaw in her simple conversation.

And she was right, You Yulin's death did not have a direct relationship with her. Even if Ye Fan exposed the matter, Zhuo Yan would not be likely to be subject to any serious legal sanctions.

This matter is... difficult to deal with.
Chapter completed!