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Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 469 - 267: Damaging your mother’s head, the six departments of the company are carried on my shoulders! (10k)
Chapter 469: Chapter 267: Damaging your mother’s head, the six departments of the company are carried on my shoulders! (10k)
Yue Jialin was also bewildered; the comments under his account were clearly from haters stomping all over him, where did these fans come from?
Could they have been bought?
As this thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t help but frown. The momentum of the opponent’s fans was ferocious; they started by lashing out with a barrage of abuse.
Heaven knows where they got such resentment from, purchased cyber troops simply don’t have this kind of fighting strength. Each insult was unique, hiring such troops must cost a fortune.
If they were not cyber troops, then for Yue Jialin and his company, it was like a horror movie.
“Don’t panic, the PR department will handle it,” Yue Jialin tried to appear calm, though he was actually as panicked as anyone could be, “Maybe the other side bought some cyber troops, you go back and rest.”
“When the results come out, I’ll have the agent notify you.”
“Ok, got it, Brother Yue.” The young artist Ye Mingxuan nodded dubiously and turned away with a troubled look on his face.
What the hell, it was supposed to be about finding a fake enemy to stimulate the fans’ fighting spirit. Instead, it backfired, and not only did their opponent just gain a bunch, but they also had a multitude of fans.
In the entertainment circle, having many fans doesn’t necessarily mean having a say. But with few fans and a low status, that’s the original sin; everyone feels they can step on you.
Ye Mingxuan was fully aware that he was supposed to be the one stepping on Xu Qingyan. Even if the other party hesitated for a moment, the outcome would have been decided, and no one would care about the repercussions later on.
As long as he won superficially, he would be the eternal winner. Buy some marketing accounts, nail the matter down, and if there’s trouble later, just play the victim.
He had become exceedingly proficient at these bitchy tricks.
But now, all such tactics were useless; the opponent’s fan numbers were terrifying. Just now, he had glanced at the comments section of the promotional post and saw an increase of six thousand comments.
In just a few short hours, six thousand. What kind of terrifying speed was that? Top-tier posts often had hundreds of thousands of comments, most of them from data parties.
But Ye Mingxuan had checked, and each comment insulting him was different. Not a single dirty word, but it felt so filthy after reading; could this damn well be the work of cyber troops?
He felt like he had kicked an iron plate, his heart pounding nonstop.
Eight o’clock in the evening.
Xu Qingyan dropped Pei Muchan off at her place, the car entering the underground garage.
A family carrying large and small bags passed by in front, so they didn’t get out of the car. The interior was dimly lit, Pei Muchan switched on her phone, the cold light reflecting on her indifferent face.
Apparently, she stumbled upon something bizarre because she exclaimed with surprise.
“Hey, seems like your fans have come to your defense.”
“What are you joking about, I don’t have any fans,” Xu Qingyan said, resting his hand on the steering wheel, disbelieving, “Just a few people getting involved would just be asking for a beating.”
“It’s not just a few, there could be thousands of people,” Pei Muchan said hesitantly.
“How is that possible, let me see?” He naturally reached out, taking the phone from Pei Muchan’s hands, “Jeez, who bought me a cyber troop?
At this, Pei Muchan couldn’t hold back and chuckled aloud.
“Why do you say that, can’t it be your fans standing up for you?”
“Forget it, you’re making wishes late at night,” Xu Qingyan said offhandedly, but became more alarmed as he scrolled further, “These cyber troops are so lifelike, they must have been expensive!”
Pei Muchan had nothing to say in response, just a helpless look on her face, until she heard an expletive from beside her.
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“They really are my fans, but where did they come from?” Xu Qingyan scrolled and scrolled, baffled, “No, how could I possibly have so many fans?”
“Maybe it’s because you’re excellent?” Pei Muchan suggested playfully, frowning in thought, “I can’t think of any other reason.”
“This is really weird, how did I suddenly get fans?” Xu Qingyan muttered to himself.
“Isn’t having fans a good thing?”
“It’s good, definitely a good thing,” he handed the phone back to Pei Muchan, having fans would save him a lot of trouble, at least he wouldn’t be bitten by a dog for no reason in the future.
Pei Muchan also quietly let out a sigh of relief; it would be a lie to say she wasn’t worried. She had always refrained from showing it, fearing she’d cause trouble; now there was no need to worry.
Getting out of the car, Xu Qingyan followed his usual routine of walking her to the elevator but made no move to go up with her.
Pei Muchan’s heart skipped a beat, unsure how to break the ice. She tousled her hair, feigned composure, and invited him awkwardly, yet naturally,
“It’s still early, do you want to… come up for a while?”
Her heart raced as she spoke. Based on her previous experiences going upstairs with Xu Qingyan, going up together meant kissing.
They were not boyfriend-girlfriend, and even holding hands made them nervous, yet kissing had become a normalized event?
Pei Muchan knew this wasn’t right, but she couldn’t think of any better way to comfort him at the moment. Maybe invite him up, keep him company, talk to him?
Kissing, under special circumstances, should be… acceptable… right?
Before her confused mind could sort out the logic, Pei Muchan heard Xu Qingyan’s somewhat indifferent voice, making it clear that he was declining.
“No, I’ve got some things to do tonight.”
Xu Qingyan wasn’t playing hard to get; he truly had things to do that night. Even though Pei Muchan’s lips were soft and the kissing felt good, going upstairs would definitely lead to a kiss.
But tonight he was in a particularly bad mood, and despite his desires, he didn’t want to transfer his sour emotions to Pei Muchan.
“What things?” She pursed her lips and asked, thinking he was still brooding.
“Writing songs, to get your album out sooner,” Xu Qingyan said without hesitation, “Everything is pretty much ready on your end, I just need to write three more songs for you.”
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