Chapter 6: Apology
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Katown.
The state administration of television.
Having received a phone call from their chief, the managent team was holding an ergency eting.
“I don’t think it’s so simple!”
“But I’ve never heard of shutting down a TV station on such short notice. Even if we’re shutting it down, it would take months to prepare. Do you have any idea what impact it will have?”
“I haven’t received any phone calls so far. We can’t shut down the station, not until we know who gave the order!”
Suddenly, a secretary stumbled into the room, pushed by soone behind him.
“Who are you people?! Sir, they broke in! I couldn’t stop them!”
The directors rose to their feet and glared at the intruders. “Who are you? Who permitted you to co here?!”
The chief of the administration stopped them because he recognized soone among the intruders, soone that he feared.
“Mr. Soan? What brought you here? Has sothing happened to Dr. Soan?”
Tim said coldly, “Shut down the TV station right now. That’s an order from Dr. Soan. This is an ultimatum! You have no right to argue! Shut it down!”
“This is ridiculous! He’s just a doctor! Who gave him the right to tell us what to do?!”
“So what if we don’t do as he says?”
Two directors shouted at Tim one after another.
Their chief imdiately stopped them. “Shut up! Do I need to tell you who Dr. Soan is?”
“Of course, we know who he is, but he has no right to give us orders! He doesn’t even work in our field!”
Tim said coldly, “Dr. Soan said that if you don’t shut down the TV station, the Traditional dicine Association will stop working with any outsiders from now on! You can make your own dicine!”
“He can’t do that!” said one of the directors.
“Of course, he can!” A man stepped out and took out a letter, slamming it on the desk. “Read it yourselves!”
The chief picked it up, and his face went ghastly pale.
“We’re shutting it down right now!”
“Sir!”
“Do it now, or we’re all going to be fired! Do you want to lose your jobs?! Shut it down!”
...
“Team 7 has arrived at Bywater!”
“Team 9 has arrived at Bywater, but the Patriarch isn’t here! The hospital is empty!”
“Team 17 has arrived at Bywater! We’re on our way to the hospital!”
“There’s no one there! Everyone stop heading for the hospital! Go to Caroline Soan’s villa and bring the Patriarch back!”
“Team 1 copy!”
“Team 3 copy!”
“Team 7 copy!”
anwhile, a group of mysterious people wearing costus arrived at Bywater. Although the costus were of an ancient style, they weren’t too over the top and could pass as everyday outfits.
...
“What? The TV station has been shut down?”
“Who on earth is that old man? Why are all reports on him removed from the press?”
“The TV station was shut down? Have we offended so important man?”
“Big deal! That president of IF Security must have paid them off. She’s bluffing, but she won’t scare ! Bite ! It’s not like she can find aouijngaljsgayw…”
“What’s he talking qwoirksnfg…”
Sothing strange began to happen. The comnts so users left beca unreadable.
It only happened to a few people at first, but soon, the phenonon spread out like a disease, and many more comnts beca unreadable.
“cojgnalkpv…”
Such random combinations of letters were seen everywhere.
Before long, the first apology video was posted on social dia. It ca from a user called “Diss_Everything”.
In the video, he held a cardboard sign that read “I’m sorry” and was kneeling on the floor. There were also so angular marks on his cheeks as if he had pressed his face on sothing.
They looked like the shape of a keyboard!
He knelt on the floor and raised the cardboard over his head with tears in his eyes. It seed that soone had kicked him around. He said sincerely, “I’m Diss_Everything. What I posted online has offended Mr. Soan, and I’m truly sorry for what I did. I apologize. The internet isn’t a lawless land! I’ll take responsibility for my comnts. Please forgive , Mr. Soan!”
He then banged his forehead on the floor.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He kowtowed three tis and apologized again.
“What a wuss!”
“He’s gone soft!”
“Lmao. What a coward! What will your parents think of you? So what if qokvjqglq…”
Soone else’s comnts beca a series of incoherent letters in the middle of his criticism.
Behind the screen, a man was pressing his face down on the keyboard and rolling the guy around, hence the unreadable letters.
All the users who had “typed” those letters would post an apology video within two minutes.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Soan. I’m ‘Fearless’. I shouldn’t have said those offensive things to you. I’m kneeling on the floor here. The internet isn’t a lawless land…”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Soan. My ID is ‘Catchamouse’. I sincerely apologize to you…”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Soan…”
More and more similar videos were posted online. So people were dumbfounded, but so people were experiencing the sa thing.
The Shanes decided to hire more paid posters. When Luna made the phone call, the person on the other end shouted at her.
“Hey, it’s again. I need the sa package—”
“Fuck off! Do you know how much trouble I’m in? Get lost, you bitch! Don’t ever call again! Go to hell! All three of you!” the man scread.
“You…”
“What? What do you wanna say? I’m broke because of you! All my money is gone! You’ve ssed with the wrong person! Once I know where you are, I’m gonna kill you myself!”
Luna was frightened and hung up. She slumped to the floor with a blank face and mumbled, “Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Who on earth is that old bastard?”
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