บท 448: Baselworld

Fortunately, the gossip about Qin Guan was limited among a minority interested in indie films and fashion. If this was in OMG, American indoorsmen and hackers would have come out boldly.

Still, losers had come out resolutely.

"A yellow-skinned monkey of little value. What award did he get?"

"A man making a living on his appearance. This must be an advertisement for his firm. That vulgar newly rich generation..."

Jealous people were everywhere. They were not just in China.

Such bitter comments made Vivian angry. Before she could roll her sleeves up, those strange posts suddenly started disappearing.

"F*ck!" a wretched man shouted at his black screen. If he was right, his computer must have burned down. It was deep at night. A group of computers were burned all over the US. In a messy dormitory at Columbia, Rongzhi clicked his mouse in an elegant manner.

"Fixed it!" I’ll destroy all the computers whose owners insulted my prince!