The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

After Qian Tezhu sat on the toilet in pain for the third round of "a thousand miles away", he settled the marketing company.

That night, a large number of "live" marketing accounts were mixed into the posts of "Shenzhou".

The "miserable sales" that did not exist before were successfully filled by the marketing account.

[Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, we're so pitiful, we're so pitiful, we're so pitiful, no one cares about us, I'll take them away, Mr. Shanjin, please be beautiful alone, we don't make an appointment. ]

[In the evening, Tiantian was sprayed by ncf until she went down without saying a few words. Fortunately, the big boss of Shenzhou presided over justice, 555, the little anchor is weak, so distressed. ]

[Ball, everyone, let’s see the truth.Hold on tight to Sweetie. ]

In addition to pretending that the fans were crying and cursing, they also pretended that some righteous passers-by stood in line behind and commented on this incident from a very fair perspective.

These comments received thousands of likes in a short period of time, all the way from the last to the front row, and the number of likes increased with a visible increase, all the way from the top 20 to the top 10.

In addition to the initial number of likes to attract traffic was operated by the marketing account, the subsequent climbs to the top 10 and top 5 are all true fans after reading the post.

In one night, the number of retweets and comments on this post more than doubled that of the original post by Shan Jin hanging on Song Yuanzhou.

After night's fermentation, public opinion was almost one-sided.

Shanjin didn't even dare to open her account on Q Station. This post from Shenzhou is equivalent to throwing a lot of evidence in her face. Don't even think about it, her backstage must be a mess now.

She didn't dare to sleep either, sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the blacked-out phone screen and waiting for a call.

The heat of this matter has risen to a height that she dare not imagine.This runs counter to her original intention.

It's a pity that another hour passed, and her mobile phone was still as quiet as a chicken, as if it had suddenly broken down.

She had to soften her temper and send a message to the marketing company to add money.

Lai San: [It's easy to talk about money, but you have to pay half of it again, right? ]

Shanjin squeezed her phone and let out a "bah", but she didn't dare to delay for a moment, so she sent another half of the money.

Lai San sent an arrogant and laughing voice over: [Hahaha, refreshing, our service, you just rest assured, take money to do things easily, what do you want from the other party? ]

Shan Jin: [Kill him, make him unable to stand up in the Q station, and completely disappear in the anchor world. ]

She wanted to show him what it would be like to offend the seniors in the dance area.

Heh... Newcomers, madness depends on the time and occasion.

Lai San collected another sum of money, and immediately took several young girls in the office to go outside to have fun.

The assistant below caught up: "Brother, brother, this entrustment?"

Lai San gave a contemptuous look: "Follow me, it's best to do this kind of business, just do it while drinking."

The assistant was immediately happy, and wrinkled the three deep creases at the corners of his eyes with a smile: "Okay, I'll call all my brothers."

In fact, the assistant is not very old, but in the past few years following Lai Sansheng's dog and horse, his body has already broken down, and his face is covered with lines early on.

These people have no other skills, but they have a way of making some red "beauties" in the private red light district.

Lai San touched the slippery skin of the girl's thigh, and took a puff of cigarettes at the beauty on the right. The beauty choked on it slightly, and Lai San laughed heartily, and directed several assistants: "How do you check?"

Lai San was originally a very famous hooligan in this area. After being imprisoned many times, he learned to be good. He found a job that is relatively safe from being caught, and invited a few like-minded people to do some wicked things. act.

Whether it's the entertainment circle or the anchor circle, they are more afraid of their kind of bragging without evidence but with their eyes closed. It sounds serious, and it's really a rogue marketing account.

In just a few years, extortion, blackmail, deception, and slander have made them a lot of money.

They didn't have the background and network ability to check the information, so several assistants searched for a long time, but couldn't find any black information about Song Yuanzhou.

Lai San put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "If there is no black material, just make it up. Anyway, that person means to kill her. What kind of thing can kill a female public figure?"

The assistant received his gaze and laughed "hehehe".

They have taken over a lot of this kind of business over the years, and few of them have turned over.I don't know how many innocent anchors or small artists have been killed.

Anyway, as long as the money is in place, it is not a piece of cake to turn the living into ghosts and kill a few powerless people. When the time comes, there will be no splashes.

A few of them looked at each other, and at the same time they burst out laughing tacitly.

***

Song Yuanzhou looked at the comments in the post and basically supported him.

It seemed that with every retweet and popularity, he felt that he got some money back.

But seeing the 5 transferred out, he still clutched his chest in distress.

He wailed a few times, clicked on WeChat Moments, and sent an emoji of a groundhog crying: [555, bankrupt. ]

There are basically no anchors on his account who are particularly well-connected with the Q station.But in order to save trouble, he still blocked all the people in the label group of station Q.

Hu Qi immediately saw his information in the friend's label, gloated and went up to "hahahaha" to laugh, and gave him a thumbs up.

Jiang Che didn't listen to the familiar bgm at night, so he sorted out the materials early and returned home.

Seeing Song Yuanzhou's circle of friends, the cloudy face that had been covered all night slowly dissipated some black clouds, he hesitated for a moment and still clicked a like.

Song Yuanzhou browsed other people's Moments for a while, and when he came back, he saw a man he had missed for a long time giving him a like.

He jumped up from the bed all at once, and at the same time as his body fell back on the bed, he kissed Jiang Che's wechat avatar.

Rolling on the bed nervously: "Damn! It's Chinese New Year! Hahahahaha!"

For Song Yuanzhou, even if Jiang Che doesn't speak and just lies quietly in his list, as long as he doesn't block himself, it's fine to take it out to have a look at it.

Not to mention now—he!for myself! !Liked it!

Song Yuanzhou successfully beat Heizi, and got his "girl" again. He was very satisfied, relieved his worries, and fell asleep happily holding his mobile phone.

Song Yuanzhou had no dreams all night, and was woken up by a crazy knock on the door in the morning.

Song Yuanzhou was sleepy and covered himself with a quilt, intending to ruthlessly ignore the madness outside.

But the people outside the door are very persistent today, seeing that the outside door is about to be smashed, and the people inside are still lying on the bed without moving——

That's impossible, the eunuchs are always not in a hurry and the emperor is in a hurry.

Hu Qi took out his cell phone from his pocket and pressed the dial button.

After the bell rang for a while and stopped, Hu Qi pressed it again expressionlessly.

Song Yuanzhou: "I, him..." Before the word "Mum" came out, the word "Hu Qi" flashed at a glance.

All right, I always want to give my manager some face.

Song Yuanzhou blinked two drops of physiological tears, and pressed the answer button.

Hu Qi said loudly: "Song Yuanzhou! You are still in the mood to sleep, you can't wait to sleep, you know?"

Song Yuanzhou breathed out, "This..." Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the anxious Hu Qi on the opposite side.

"You are famous, Zhouzhou, please open the door for me."

Song Yuanzhou: "???"

He came out of the warm blanket, put on a fairly thick coat, and stepped on cotton slippers to open the door for Hu Qi outside.

The moment the door was opened, Hu Qi was wrapped in the door together with the cold winter air.

Hu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and stomped his feet: "If you delay, I will become an ice sculpture outside."

Song Yuanzhou let him in and gave him a small blanket to put on his lap.

Hu Qi sat on the chair, picking at his still warm quilt: "Are you still sleeping?"

He said "tsk tsk" twice: "You are simply too big-hearted, you can see for yourself."

He turned on his mobile phone and patted Song Yuanzhou's outstretched palm heavily.

Song Yuanzhou's hand was pressed down due to force, and Hu Qi's cell phone almost slipped from his palm.

Hu Qi's heart tightened: "Hey, hey, if you break it, you have to pay for the newest one."

Song Yuanzhou quickly squeezed it: "It's too dark, your phone is a new model from a few years ago."

Song Yuanzhou complained while looking at the screen.When I saw the huge title, my heart skipped a beat, "Grass!"

Hu Qi remained expressionless: "You're swearing, Dad."

Song Yuanzhou was holding the phone, his eyes were cracked, his hands were shaking with anger, and his lungs were about to explode.

I saw the title was simple and crude: [Shock!Deciphering why the new anchors are at the top of the anchor list?It turned out to be because of him! ]

Song Yuanzhou was taken aback. Judging from the meaning and direction of the title, he was going to give him a benefactor.

But because he was transmigrated, whether he was included in the original setting of the book or not, he didn't know anything about what he did before in this book, so in case...

Hu Qi sat on the chair and observed his face: "Your face is so ugly...you don't really have a benefactor, do you?"

Song Yuanzhou pursed his lips and did not answer.

Gangzhen, he is also a bit generous, because he really doesn't know if he has a financial backer.

Hu Qi slapped his thigh and stood up, circling around Song Yuanzhou: "It will be a bit difficult if he is really caught."

Song Yuanzhou was a little nervous at first, but when he saw someone who was more nervous than him, his nervousness seemed to be transferred to the other party in an instant, and he immediately relaxed.

He smiled, and even had the mood to joke: "Why aren't you surprised or despised me at all?"

Hu Qi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "What do you despise? I despise that you have a benefactor who hasn't given you a head yet?"

Hu Qi has been in this industry for so long and has seen everything, so he is naturally very familiar with these explicit and implicit rules. It is not impossible for a newcomer anchor who has nothing to get up quickly and take shortcuts.

He himself does not admire such a path, but he will not despise them either.

In short, no matter what, as long as it doesn't hurt the world, everyone depends on their own ability.

Song Yuanzhou was pretending to be calm at first, fearing that he who was "in the past" would really cause trouble for him, but the more he looked down, the more he realized that the person who wrote the post was actually making something out of nothing, two words: nonsense.

Especially when looking at the so-called "photos" of stone hammers.

Although this photo is explained in the article because the shooting distance is far away, and it is not particularly clear because of the sneak shot.

Even though the picture quality is high and blurry, Song Yuanzhou can't tell if it's him or not.

Song Yuanzhou relaxed completely, and returned the phone to Hu Qi: "It's not me."

"I don't have a sponsor, they are spreading rumors."

Hu Qi also breathed a sigh of relief, took the phone, and quickly typed a few words on WeChat: "That's easy, I will ask Shenzhou to help you analyze and restore the photos. This kind of lying method cannot withstand scientific scrutiny. of."

After the incident last night, Song Yuanzhou believed in the ability of the Shenzhou boss, so he nodded.

It's a pity that the development of events did not give them any room to breathe.

The marketing account's ability to express emotions is top-notch. Many people have been led to a biased perspective, thinking that "Tiantian" is a newcomer who has risen so fast because of the sponsorship. Self-directed and acted.

Taking advantage of the public opinion of netizens, Shanjin gritted her teeth and boarded the backstage of Station Q. Although it is a super 5G network, she was stuck for a full minute by the overwhelming comments from sunspots.

One minute later, Shanjin clicked on each of the sunspots' comments with a numb face.

She picked and picked, with a pitiful smirk on her face, as if she was not intercepting comments, but extraditing people to the depths of hell.

Little girl movie, let my sister teach you what it means to be sinister in the world.

Shanjin V: [Picture, picture... You haven't slept all night, so stop scolding and fight because of me. ]

Shanjin attached 9 grid pictures, the first one is a haggard selfie, and the other eight are private chats that Shanjin carefully selected to insult her.

When she took screenshots, she was mostly looking for this kind of "smelly behavior, why don't you die? You will be punished by God for slandering us Tiantian." She took Song Yuanzhou with her, and wrote abusive private messages for Song Yuanzhou to "complain about injustice" and "wronged".

Sure enough, as one of the protagonists on the cusp of the past two days, she received several times more attention than usual.Once a message was sent, it was refreshed a few seconds later, and more than 200 messages were posted.

The fans who squatted down for a whole night were upset by the goddess, and were heartbroken by netizens because of the slander of the goddess by "Shenzhou". Their emotions have been brought to a critical point by the latest post. It will rub sparks and ignite the explosion quickly.

And Shanjin's Weibo is the key point of friction.

During the period of Shenzhou technical analysis, the emotions of Shanjin's fans were instigated by the marketing account to unprecedented anger.

In addition to insulting Song Yuanzhou, many irrational fans even offered high-priced human flesh to search Q station Tiantian, and in a short period of time, they publicly published his personal address on the Internet. .

This human flesh search result was reposted hundreds of thousands, and the blogger even maliciously wrote: You are welcome, everyone please use it for your own use, evil people should be punished as they should!

Special Assistant Qian had worked hard all night, so he went to bed very late.I was still having a dream in the morning, but was woken up alive by my boss's serial calls.

Special assistant Qian stared, and pressed for a long time but failed to press the connection button. He pressed and pressed, and pressed the red hang up button next to him.

Special Assistant Qian: -mouth-!

Boss, listen to my explanation!

The phone stopped ringing, and the boss's expressionless and indifferent face appeared in front of Qian Tezhu's eyes, and he jumped up from the bed in fright, and roared ghostly: "Old Qian, old Qian, you're doing well, father, the rich man Dare to hang up!"

He humbly called back and knelt on the bed to pay his respects: "What is your majesty's order?"

Jiang Che didn't have time to talk to him, so he sent a link to the post, and said in a cold voice, "He was hacked."

Special assistant Qian smacked his tone, thinking that it was bad, this was an expression of extreme displeasure, so he quickly clicked on it and looked at it.

"The place where he lives is not safe now." Jiang Che walked to the window, opened the curtains, the sunlight jumped in from the window, and hit his face. Half of his face was reflected in the sunlight, while the other side was covered in black, his face was cold. It's like the reincarnation of Asura, "You first find the people from the security company to rush there."

"And this one named Shanjin..."

Qian Tezhu nodded, thinking that the boss couldn't see it, he changed from kneeling to sitting, and responded repeatedly: "Don't worry, it will be done right away. I have already contacted the marketing company and the public relations company."

Jiang Che let out a "hmm".

"Also, how much does it cost to buy Station Q?"