This blogger was a famous rural female boxer.
What was a female boxer?
With the rapid development of information on the Internet, there was a person who specialized in analyzing and judging things from the perspective of a woman.
If it was just from a female perspective, it would not cause any negative reaction from the netizens.
However, these people were not real female fighters, but rural female fighters.
They crazily talked nonsense, instilled poisonous chicken soup into some ignorant girls, crazily humiliated men, and achieved the goal of elevating women by belittling men.
A true female boxing practitioner sought independence. A woman could hold up half the sky, and what a man could do, a woman had to do it.
It emphasized sharing the burden in family and love.
Although this kind of rural women's rights claimed to be independent, they often used betrothal gifts and the relatively weak status of women to constantly suppress men in order to achieve the goal of riding on men's heads.
What they wanted was not a relationship of mutual respect and love.
All he needed was a bootlicker.
She let the man do all the work, but she had to take a share from the man's bowl.
If you don't give it to me, then you're discriminating.
Coincidentally, Chen Feng was a male.
The topic of the incident was the most sensitive issue for the rural female boxer.
After posting this Weibo post, it received a lot of likes and attention.
This fan of the Female Fists of the Country posted another post.
"We can see that the men of Nine Provinces and Huaxia are like this. They always speak from their own perspective and seek the greatest benefits for themselves. Women carried them for ten months, cooked for them, and did housework for them. They turned from beautiful girls to old women with rough skin. Not only did they not repay them at all, but they also started to attack the things they liked. Was liking someone wrong? Was it wrong for a woman to like beautiful bags and clothes? Every woman was born an angel, a princess! She should be doted on!"
It had to be said that these rural female fists were quite good at creating momentum and guiding the direction of the fishing boat.
Chen Feng's original intention was clearly to discuss culture, to discuss settling down, to discuss the connection between spirit and matter.
However, in the mouths of these rural female fists, it became a malicious attack on women's preferences.
The effect was quite obvious.
This Weibo post received even more likes and reposts.
There were even foreign brand endorsers and celebrities who reposted the last two sentences of her Weibo post.
"Every woman is born an angel, a princess, and should be doted on.”
Tens of thousands of girls who had been brainwashed by the rural female fist crazily left comments below.
"The blogger said it too well. Women should love themselves, know what they want, and pursue it relentlessly!”
"The blogger really hit the nail on the head! This was a man! If we buy a bag, we'll be criticized in both words and writing, but if they spend 600,000 yuan on a folding fan, it'll become a culture!”
"Only state officials are allowed to set fires, but commoners are not allowed to light lamps!”
The female boxers who were filled with high spirits had the thought of flooding Chen Feng's Weibo.
But they were wrong.
On Weibo, the blogger with the most number of fans was called " Chen Feng." He was a gamer.
Chen Feng had no Weibo at all.
This group of female boxers seemed to have accumulated all their strength, but they hit cotton.
They had no choice but to flood Ma Modu's Weibo.
On Ma Modu's Weibo, the men who were discussing luxury goods and art with reason and evidence were instantly stunned.
You guys don't play by the rules!
Why did this matter suddenly involve the relationship between men and women?
However, they could not answer at all.
Only a fool could reason with a woman.
Not to mention a group of women.
Not to mention a group of crazy women!
As long as one person stood up and said a few words, countless female fighters would immediately run over to insult him.
He was unreasonable, without any arguments or arguments.
It was just pure scolding…
It was like the classic saying," When you try to reason with your girlfriend, she has already reached the point. Why are you talking to me so loudly…"
Excluding the similarities in their body structure, men and women were simply two different creatures.
Just like that, as time passed, almost all the media platforms were experiencing a storm.
Time ticked by. In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.
In just one day, seven of the top ten trending searches were related to Chen Feng.
And a certain singer with the surname Wang's new album was pushed to eleventh place…
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Chen Feng, who was in the eye of the storm, appeared unusually calm.
The operation of his system was very simple. He bought the materials and formulas in the system, made the finished product, and the system recycled it to earn the difference.
However, the difference in price was not enough to satisfy Chen Feng's actual needs.
The price of those better formulas and materials was simply too ridiculous.
It easily cost hundreds of millions.
It was far from enough to rely solely on Chen Feng's hand-crafted items before selling them to the system.
Therefore, he thought of selling his work to people in the real world.
A craftsman, apart from having superb skills, also needed fame.
He needed a topic and a story.
That was why he had chosen to exchange gifts with Old Guo and come to Tianjing to meet Zhou Bingnan.
Every step was carried out perfectly according to his plan.
The volcano was slowly forming.
He only needed one point to make it erupt completely!
The net had already been cast. Now, all they needed to do was wait for the right time to pull the net back.
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Fighting with others on Ma Modu's Weibo was no longer enough to satisfy the fanatical rural female boxers.
Chen Feng did not have Weibo, so he could not find his target.
The rural female fighters set their next target on another key point of this incident-Zhou Bingnan.
Old Zhou was already 90 years old. He couldn't even use his smartphone well, let alone Weibo and WeChat.
But his son did, and Zhou Yi did!
Instantly, Zhou Yixian's Weibo exploded.
He was a master of traditional Chinese painting, a hero who had held his integrity during the war against the Japanese.
What was there to criticize?
There was!
He had two wives!
He was a scumbag!
The female boxers began to make up all kinds of romantic stories about Zhou Bingnan.
For a time, Zhou Bingnan became the male protagonist in street literature, who lingered in the pollen.
They didn't care if it was true or not. They didn't have the ability or knowledge to tell. They just needed an outlet to vent. That was enough.
Just as everything was getting more and more intense.
The director of the official department in charge of online culture received a call.
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