District 9

Qin Yu frowned and held the phone: "Did you dial the wrong number?"

"You can't even recognize my voice?" The other party said with a slight breakdown: "I'm a baby!"

Qin Yu was stunned for a moment: "Oh shit, then just say you are Zhao Bao! You scared me, why did you act like an old Puke who can't go home? I thought someone was kidnapped by Sister Xiao!"

"...Hey, let me ask you something. Did you release that very informative news?" Zhao Bao asked bluntly.

"How do you know?" Qin Yu asked a little confused.

"I work in self-media now. I know all the news in Songjiang." Zhao Bao paused for a moment and asked again: "Are you going to punish that mistress?"

Qin Yu walked to the door, closed the office door and said, "Yes."

"If you want to punish him, I won't pay you a penny and I'll help you out." Zhao Bao replied with an excited voice.

Qin Yu scratched his nose and persuaded: "You are meddling in this matter, your dad...?"

"I am me and he is him. These are two different things." Zhao Bao changed the topic directly and said: "There is something wrong with your fermentation idea. If there are bombs, don't put them together."

"What's the meaning?"

"Your news has a lot of explosive points. If you put all these explosive points together, it will divert the attention of the people who eat melons, and the discussion points will become scattered." Zhao Bao said extremely professionally: " You have to release it bit by bit to make the fermentation of public opinion sustainable, do you understand?!"

"Tell me more specifically..." Qin Yu pulled up a chair and sat down.

"First beat the old man who cheated on the two bitches, let his news ferment for two days, and then let the king explode..." Zhao Bao frowned and said: "The Third Young Master must have a public relations team over there, if you leak all your cards , then they will quibble with the existing facts. But if we let it go a little bit, there is a great chance of slapping him in the face, do you understand?"

"You are really hurtful!" Qin Yu pondered for a while and couldn't help but sigh.

…

Inside the police station.

When Lao Wang enlarged the video and took a closer look at it, he was immediately confused.

He didn't recognize this video before. That was because Ding Guozhen's shooting angle was outside the villa, so the angle was different. Lao Wang only had a familiar feeling, but he didn't see it clearly. But once the video was enlarged, his old face became extremely clear.

"What...what does this mean?!" Lao Wang immediately panicked, because the video was too clear, and he knew what it meant: "Where did this come from?"

"In a fan forum, the video was posted by a small self-media account." The young police officer replied.

"……Oh shit!"

Lao Wang cursed and immediately turned around and ran towards the office: "I won't go to the underworld for the time being. You guys go back first."

Tens of seconds later.

Lao Wang closed the door and immediately called the third young master, but the other party's line was busy.

Lao Wang quickly turned on his computer and used the search engine developed by a company in the ninth district. After searching for himself, countless related entries immediately popped up.

A certain director fought against Charlie's Angels!

Happy day for Deputy Director Wang of Songjiang Police Station!

Director Wang’s exciting night!

"...!"

Director Wang looked at the computer and was instantly confused and helpless. Because there are so many fermentation points for videos, there is not only the platform of Songjiang Webcast, but also a series of media platforms such as fan gathering places and fan gathering places.

There is no mosaic in the video, and there is no innuendo in the title, but the target is directed at Lao Wang.

Cold sweat flowed down unconsciously. Lao Wang has been a leader in the system for half his life. He knows very well what it means when this video comes out.

"Dip Lingling!"

When Lao Wang was confused, the phone rang.

"Hello?!" Lao Wang picked up immediately.

"...Have you seen the video?" Third Young Master's voice sounded.

"Damn it, someone secretly filmed me." Lao Wang shouted with a livid face: "It must be Qin Yu and the others. They have been eyeing me a long time ago."

"...!" The third young master was silent.

"Xiaosan, you should immediately find a media contact you are familiar with and put the matter down for me." Lao Wang was really anxious, and shouted with his eyes wide open: "I will contact my friends in the Publicity Department now."

"...!" The third young master remained silent.

"Speak!" Lao Wang urged.

"I was in contact with the operators of each platform just now, and they have already banned accounts and deleted posts." The third young master frowned and replied: "But I can't help it. The other party has created countless trumpets to push this matter together."

Lao Wang's head buzzed.

"I'll think of a way." The third young master said tactfully: "Don't show your face yet. I'll find some public relations to try."

After saying that, the third young master hung up the phone.

Lao Wang sat blankly in his original position, staring at the screen, already understanding the underlying meaning of the Third Young Master's words.

…

Inside the clubhouse.

The third young master put the tablet computer that had played the video on the table, rubbed his face with both hands, and cursed in confusion: "I'm so fucked, why don't you close the curtains? Why?!"

"Bang!"

A young man opened the box door and led three well-dressed men in.

"Mr. Xu." The leader shouted.

The third young master suddenly raised his head, loosened his collar and asked, "Is there any remedy?"

"We don't know how much information the other party has." The leader replied in a very professional manner: "My suggestion is not to quibble, not to respond on behalf of Director Wang, and wait and see if the other party makes any further moves."

"If you do this, Lao Wang won't be able to survive!" The third young master suddenly stood up and said.

The leader gasped, rubbed his palms and replied: "The video is too high-definition, there is no way to quibble. If we talk too much, if the other party releases more information, we may be slapped in the face directly, and we will be even more passive."

The third young master fell silent with his hands on his waist and anxious eyes.

The leader held it in for a long time and asked in a very puzzling way: "His identity is so sensitive. Why don't you just close the curtains if you do... such a thing?"

"I don't know where the hell I'm going!" The third young master kicked over the coffee table and cursed with a livid face.

…

after an hour.

Several police inspectors' cars parked directly in front of the police station, and a dozen men walked quickly to the lobby.

Tens of seconds later, the door of the deputy director's office was pushed open. A police sergeant looked at Lao Wang and said: "Department... Director, someone from the police inspector is here."

Lao Wang stared blankly at his subordinates, clenched his fists and murmured: "I've been struggling for half a lifetime, and I'm stuck on this kind of thing... Damn it...!"

There was a sound of footsteps, and someone from the police station stood outside and said, "Director Wang Dong, we need to find out something from you."

Lao Wang was silent for a few seconds. As soon as he stood up, he found that his legs were weak. He knocked over the chair with a bang and collapsed on the ground.

…

Inside the clubhouse.

The third young master looked at the screen of his mobile phone with red eyes, hesitating whether to call Wu Di or not.