District 9

Inside the Black Street Superintendent, after Qin Yu locked Xiaoxing in the interrogation room, he did not bother him at all. Instead, he moved a chair and sat at the entrance of the corridor. He gave simple instructions: "According to the previous deployment, we will do our best." Arrest people for me. The speed must be fast and the thinking must be clear. If you encounter resistance, call me immediately."

"clear!"

"receive!"

"...!"

The leader of the first team, and the leader of the third team who came to help, all left with the police officers.

Half an hour later, based on Ermiao's confession, members of the second team found Zihan's parents in a hotel in Songjiang, and then brought them back to the Black Street Superintendent.

An hour later, Xiaoxing's payment account for Zihan was dug out, and the irrefutable evidence that a murderer was hired to kill the police officer was completely in the hands of the underworld police superintendent.

At the same time, the relatives of Ermiao and Zihan all spoke very cooperatively and confessed the transactions between the two parties in detail. But there is nothing to do with Lao Wang, because he is one of the instigators behind the scenes, so as long as Xiaoxing doesn't bite him, Qin Yu can't put evidence on him.

…

morning.

The third young master held the phone and said in an urgent voice: "Director Wang, you must take Xiaoxing to the police station. If he is in Qin Yu's hands, it will be over. Once he gets all the evidence, Xiaoxing The star must have been broken.”

"Just now I asked someone to contact the Underworld Superintendent, but they kept delaying the time." Lao Wang frowned and replied: "You don't have to worry about it now. I will go to the Underworld Superintendent in person later and take the person." Come over."

"Are you sure?" Third Young Master asked worriedly.

"Xiao Xing's case and the kidnapping case are two consecutive cases... I am the leader of the task force, so of course I have the right to mention him." Lao Wang said confidently: "Don't worry, as long as I go, Lao Feng will stop me Can’t live.”

"That's okay, that's okay." After hearing this, the Third Young Master felt a little relieved: "We must be quick and don't let things ferment."

"Okay, that's it."

After a brief communication, the two ended the call.

…

Tuzh Street, Happy Palace.

Liu Zishu was sitting in the box, looking at the three gentle young people and said: "The fermentation must be fast, the direction must be clear, and don't use ambiguous words."

"Okay!" A fat young man pushed up his glasses and replied: "We don't need an influential account to promote this matter, we use a self-media matrix to let it ferment in a short time, and the speed will not be slow, and It would be very troublesome for officials to clean it up.”

Liu Zishu was stunned and asked in an ignorant manner: "What is the self-media matrix?"

"How to put it...for example, if a big star's influence is 100%, then if she wants to create a news, it may be fermented in ten minutes, and the whole platform will be aware of it in half an hour. The advantage of this is that it explodes It is fast and radiates widely, and will cause a heated discussion in a very short period of time. But the disadvantage is that once the official platform blocks it, locks the post, deletes the post, or blocks it, the popularity may be lost quickly. And our self-media matrix is, Use a hundred content media whose influence is one point to push one thing on multiple platforms to achieve an influence of three hundred, even four or five hundred percent. Because this is not a simple plus. First, a self-media with an influence of one point will continue to increase its influence after it triggers a explosive point." Fatty said softly: "The advantage of this is that even if the official platform intervenes, it is impossible for public opinion to instantly change. Calm down. The harder they press, the faster things will ferment, because people are always curious and like to hear and see."

Although Liu Zishu didn't understand these things, he could still hear the other party's professionalism: "Are you a boss?"

"No, my boss is also an Internet celebrity. His name is "An Old Puke Who Can't Go Home." He has been very popular on the Internet recently." Fatty said with a smile.

"I've heard of this man. Is he from Songjiang?" Liu Zishu asked curiously.

"I can't say that, he's not in District 9." The fat man shook his head.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you anyway." Liu Zishu pushed over two small boxes and replied: "The money is on the left, and the information is on the right. Let's cooperate more and communicate more in the future."

"thank you boss."

"The sponsor's father is awesome!"

"...!"

The three self-media people sitting here are all very young guys, so they spoke humorously and immediately accepted the money and information.

Logically speaking, the news provided by Liu Zishu is explosive enough. He does not have to pay the self-media at all, and even the other party will pay him a favor in order to attract traffic. But there is a key link here, that is, the core figures involved in the news are too sensitive. And the Ninth District is an environment where the official media controls public opinion, so these guys will definitely not dare to do it unless they get a lot of money.

…

Ten minutes later.

After seeing off the three people, Liu Zishu went to the office where Wu Di and Ye Lin were.

"Is it done?" Wu Di asked.

"We've finished talking." Liu Zishu nodded: "Don't tell me, the people Boss Ye has hired are really professional."

Wu Di stood up after hearing the sound, holding coffee in his hand and praised: "Damn, it's the first time to do such a big move, I'm a little excited. I won't sleep today, I will just watch the show."

On the street, the fat self-media person took a phone and dialed a number in the EU III region.

"What's wrong, Fatty?!"

"I took on a big job, and the content is very exciting." Fatty said excitedly: "The person who came to me was Uncle Liu Zi from Tuzh Street, and he was very generous..."

"Tell me again, who is looking for you?!" Lao Puke, who couldn't go home, asked in surprise.

…

It's about nine o'clock in the morning.

After making a few calls, Lao Wang immediately put on his coat and walked out the door with the two police chiefs.

"Wang Shu, Wang Shu!"

At this moment, a young man hurried over and shouted in a panic.

"What are you doing in a hurry?"

"Look at this." The young man took the phone and handed it directly to the other party: "Watch this video."

Lao Wang was stunned, squinting his bright eyes, and clicked on the video on his phone.

After the screen shook for a while, it finally settled on the window of a certain villa. The lights were bright there, and there was an old man standing at the window, fighting two Charlie's Angels.

Director Wang had a little astigmatism, looked down at the video, frowned and murmured: "What is this? Why does it look familiar to me..."

The young man swallowed and looked at Wang Shu sideways: "You...you can zoom in and take a look."

…

Inside the Black Street Superintendent.

Qin Yu had breakfast and was looking at the dossier information.

"Dip Lingling!"

A phone rang.

"Hello? Hello." Qin Yu looked a little surprised when he saw that the call came from a number in the European Union: "Who are you looking for?"

"...I am an old Puke who can't go home." A familiar voice sounded.

Qin Yu was stunned for a long time: "What...why can't you go home? Are you lost?!"