stjorthotic Chapter 134 Lin Zhou laughed: The Photoshop skills are terrible, I suggest you redo it.
Chapter 134 Lin Zhou laughed: The Photoshop skills are terrible, I suggest you redo it.
With a light touch of the send button, the small circle on the screen spun twice and changed to "Delivered".
Lin Zhou twirled his phone in his hand with a leisurely air.
Looking at his calm and composed demeanor, Su Qingge's remaining anger had long since vanished, leaving only a bellyful of suspicion.
"Aren't you afraid she'll do something desperate?"
"What if she really has some dirty secrets we don't know about?"
Lin Zhou chuckled, leaned back, and found a more comfortable position to slump in.
"Honey, you overestimate that woman's intelligence."
"The best way to deal with gamblers who have long lost their minds is not to reason with them, but to use reverse psychology."
As he spoke, he typed another line on the screen to deliver the final blow.
This stab was even more vicious than the last one.
[Also, lady, if you're going to try to extort money, please find a more professional team, okay?]
[This photo editing skill is so good, it wouldn't even fool my five-year-old daughter. The mosaic is so thick, are you afraid people will see your surgically enhanced face?]
Sending complete.
Lin Zhou tossed his phone onto the coffee table, put his hands behind his head, and started counting down.
"three."
"two."
"one."
"Ding-dong—"
The phone screen lit up precisely on time.
Su Qingge raised an eyebrow in surprise; this prediction was simply divine.
Lin Zhou picked up his phone, a wicked smile playing on his lips, as if to say, "Just as I thought."
"See? The fish has taken the bait."
Chu Yuwei was clearly completely taken aback by the comments about her "plastic surgery face" and "poor photo editing skills."
This is a devastating blow to a woman who relies on her looks and is extremely vain.
On the screen, Chu Yuwei's message was almost shouted out.
Lin Zhou! You bastard!
Who are you accusing of having plastic surgery? Who are you accusing of photoshopping their pictures?
"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, huh? Fine! Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!"
Immediately afterwards, a file transfer progress bar began to scroll.
This time it's not a blurry preview image, but a full-size image of over ten megabytes.
Lin Zhou watched the progress bar slowly complete, and his smile deepened.
"Tsk tsk tsk, can't even handle this?"
"That's why I say emotional stability is a required course for adults, and clearly this Miss Chu failed it."
As the "transfer complete" notification sounded, the so-called "high-definition bed photo" finally revealed its true form.
Without the mosaic obscuring the view, every detail in the photo is clearly visible.
It was so clear it was almost...touching.
Su Qingge immediately came over, her eyes fixed on the screen.
In the photo, Lin Zhou is wearing that "aristocratic shirt" with a frayed collar, lying on the table with a look of utter despair, clutching a Coke bottle painted black in his hand.
Beside him, Chu Yuwei, wearing an ill-fitting white dress, was making a face as if she were in excruciating pain, preparing to collapse onto him.
The most crucial element is the background.
Under the high-definition lens, several lines of small writing in an oil-based pen were clearly visible along the edge of the so-called "bed sheet":
"Property belonging to Class 2 of Senior Three will be compensated at cost for any damage."
In the upper left corner of the image, a leg wearing school uniform pants accidentally appeared in the frame, and the person was holding a book titled "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation".
Su Qingge stared at the line “Property of Class 2, Grade 12” and remained silent for a full three seconds.
Then, she slowly raised her head, looked at Lin Zhou, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
It was three parts funny, three parts speechless, and four parts the embarrassment and anger of being "tricked".
"This is... the leverage that could ruin your reputation?"
"This is... the secret worth five million?"
Lin Zhou shrugged, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"I already told you it was a play rehearsal, but you just wouldn't believe me."
"Look at that Coke bottle, I saw the 'Buy One Get One Free' sign on it."
"That's it? You think you can blackmail me?"
Su Qingge finally couldn't hold back anymore.
She took a deep breath, reached out, and precisely pinched the soft flesh on Lin Zhou's waist, then twisted it forcefully.
"hiss--"
Lin Zhou gasped dramatically, jumping up from the sofa.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! My wife let go! You're trying to murder your husband!"
"You scared me to death, you know that!"
Although Su Qingge let go, she still glared at him irritably, her eyes slightly red.
"My heart skipped a beat when I saw that photo just now."
"I thought... I thought you really were that jerk before."
Lin Zhou felt a slight softening in his heart when he saw her like this.
He dropped his playful grin, reached out and gently ruffled Su Qingge's hair, his tone softening.
"Fool, don't you know what kind of person your husband is?"
"Even if I were to become a jerk, I would only be a jerk to you."
Su Qingge blushed and slapped his hand away.
Stop being so cheeky.
"Since it's a misunderstanding, shall we just let it go?"
"never mind?"
Lin Zhou's expression changed instantly.
At that moment, his original warm and caring demeanor vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
It's like a sharp blade that's been hidden in its sheath for too long, finally revealing its edge.
"How could we let it go?"
"She not only insulted my intelligence, but also tried to destroy my family, and even wanted you to use your connections to help her clear her name."
"If you don't hit this kind of person hard once and for all, she'll be like a persistent, incurable disease that you'll never be able to get rid of."
Lin Zhou picked up his phone and quickly tapped the screen with his fingers.
"Original photo, save."
"Screenshot and save the ransom chat logs."
After doing all this, he logged out of WeChat and skillfully opened an ordinary-looking email app.
enter password.
Enter the encrypted interface that only "Qilin" can use.
Su Qingge looked at his actions with some confusion.
"What are you going to do? Call the police?"
"Calling the police is too lenient on her."
As Lin Zhou spoke, he packaged all the evidence he had just saved into a compressed file.
In the recipient field, he entered a name that strikes fear into the hearts of people in the entertainment industry—Fengxing Studio.
That was the biggest paparazzi team in Beijing, and a nightmare for countless celebrities.
"Since she's so eager to become famous and to make headlines."
"Then I'll lend her a hand."
"I think those hungry wolves at Fengxing Studio will be very interested in the script about 'a washed-up school beauty blackmailing a popular diva's husband'."
Lin Zhou pressed the send button.
As he watched the "Sent successfully" message displayed on the screen, the cold smile on his lips deepened.
He turned his head, looked at Su Qingge who was still somewhat dazed, and shrugged gently.
"Honey, are you ready to watch the show?"
"Tomorrow's trending topics will definitely be more exciting than she imagined."