Chapter 70 But You Should Never Have Offended My Woman (1)

Chapter 70 but you should never offend my woman (1)

Tang zichu pulled him in and closed the door. Only then did he let go of his hand. The man was already a little scared, "Who the hell are you?"

"Don't know us? Open your eyes wide and take a good look." Tang Zichu smiled.

The man rubbed his eyes with his hand and finally saw who was standing in front of him. His face changed and he immediately wanted to run to the computer and turn it off.

But tang zichuyuan was faster than him. He was pulled back and thrown to the ground.

"Stay where you are, or you'll see!"

The man didn't dare to move, but he was very uneasy, so he kept staring at his computer.

Tang Zichu walked up to the computer, operated a few times, and then turned to look at Song Tingyu, "Song Boss, this is it. A lot of posts on the internet show this ip address."

Song Tingyu walked over to take a look, then looked at the man who sat on the ground and didn't dare to move, "You sent those posts about my wife?"

The man was already at a loss, "Mr. Song, this I... I... It's none of my business..."

Song Tingyu walked over and pulled up the man's collar with his long fingers. Although there was a smile on his lips, his eyes were cold, "It's none of your business? Then why are all those posts showing your ip address?"

"Mr. Song..." The man was so afraid that something would happen to him that he looked weak and incompetent, "It's really none of my business. It's just someone who asked me to do it. Besides, not only am I alone, there are many others. Really, I'm just one of them..."

The man began to speak incoherently because he was afraid.

"Who told you to do this?"

The man didn't dare to hide anything, just tell him, "I said, I said, I immediately said, there was someone who called me at that time, because he knew I knew some computer technology, so..."

When Song Tingyu came out of the rented house, he had a note with a phone number written on it.

He looked at it and handed it to Tang Zichu behind him, "Press this number to find someone. It's getting better and better."

He wanted to know what was going on, whether it was Bai Zhirui, or just Lin Chenghuan, as Su Ran had said.

But even if it was directed at Lin Chenghuan, Su Ran should not be involved.

Because he promised to take Song Weixi to dinner tonight, the next thing was left to Tang Zichu, and Song Tingyu went back to the The song family.

Tang Zichu was a capable assistant and was very fast.

In the evening, when Song Tingyu, Su Ran and Song Weixi were eating out, he received a call from him.

"Song Boss, we found the owner of the phone. He's at a club right now. Are you coming?"

"I'll be right there. Send me an address."

Song Tingyu hung up the phone and found Su Ran and his son looking at him. He was stunned, "What's wrong?"

Song Weixi's face was a little unhappy, "Dad, you haven't finished your meal yet. Are you leaving again?"

Song Tingyu smiled and touched his head, "I have something important to deal with, but I promise you, I'll take you to play in a few days, okay?"

Song Weixi smiled, "You have to keep your word. You can't stand me up with mom."

"Of course."

Song Tingyu then looked at Su Ran, "You can take Vichy home after dinner. Be careful. I'll go first."

Su ran nodded. In fact, she knew that he should be dealing with her and Lin Chenghuan.

Today, he disappeared for a day. She thought he was going to look for Bai Zhirui, but grandma said he went out with Tang Zichu, so she knew it wasn't.

Song Tingyu left the car to Su Ran and his son. He stopped a taxi at the entrance of the restaurant and went to the club address Tang Zichu sent him.

This is a high-end club, because the consumption is too high, so basically it is a place for rich people to come in and out. Those so-called celebrities actually like to come here, sometimes with some big directors or investors, sometimes they come here to amuse themselves.

This is also a good concealment, and it is not easy to get in and out, so it is quite safe, which is one of the reasons why so many stars like to come here.

Some paparazzi would try to get in if they wanted to capture something.

The people at the door did not dare to stop Song Tingyu, and Tang Zichu was already waiting inside.

Song Tingyu went in and went to a room.

In addition to Tang Zichu, there was a small man sitting in the private room with a pair of shifty eyes. He looked very smart and cunning.

"Mr. Song, hehe..." As soon as the man saw Song Tingyu, he immediately stepped forward and reached out to shake Song Tingyu's hand.

But Song Tingyu ignored him. Instead, he walked straight inside and sat down on the sofa.

The man didn't feel embarrassed either. He was very thick-skinned anyway. He withdrew his hand and came to Song Tingyu with a smile on his face, "I wonder what Mr. Song wants from me?"

Song Tingyu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. In the mist, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in front of him, "Zhou Xiao from storm entertainment studio."

The man nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, I am Zhou Xiao from storm studio."

As he spoke, he took out a business card from his carry-on bag and handed it to Song Tingyu, "Mr. Song, please give me some advice."

Song Tingyu's slender index and middle fingers were holding the card, and he was smiling, making it hard to figure out what he was thinking. "How dare you?" I'd better ask Mr. Zhou to raise his hand."

Zhou Xiao looked at Song Tingyu's smile and felt a chill in his heart for no reason, so his face froze.

The media, of course, knew a lot more than ordinary people, and Song Tingyu was famous for his ruthlessness in the business world.

Zhou Xiao really felt like Song Tingyu's rivals in the mall.

"I don't quite understand what Mr. Song said." Zhou Xiao was a man who had seen the big scene and experienced the big waves, so he quickly calmed down, and his face returned to a smile, his small eyes still emitting a very smart light.

"Don't understand?" Song Tingyu narrowed his black eyes and tapped his forehead with his wine glass, "Okay, I'll let you understand."

Then he looked at Tang Zichu.

Tang Zichu naturally understood what he was asking him to do, nodded, stood up from the sofa, walked to the big screen in the room, turned on the video player, put a tape in, and clicked on the remote control. The original white screen was not very clear, because it was from the surveillance video.