Chapter 717: Chapter 717
Yang Bingbing was amused by the witty jab and felt her spirits lift, which kindled her desires.
The two of them were in the president's office, enjoying fancy dishes and sipping chilled rice wine, gradually getting into a delightful mood.
Screw it, the task was done; no need to worry about what comes next. Eat if you must eat, drink if you must drink, and do what you must do!
When Mr. L's latest work went online, it dominated the charts within 10 minutes, securing the first place and causing related trends to occupy the top four. Meanwhile, on the large sofa in Feng Xiaoyue's Africa-themed office, Liu Zhizhong, like a robust and perfect general, was engaged in a fierce and passionate battle of legacy, stirring up a storm—absolutely thrilling!
People are just like that.
When emotions are frustrated and covered by a cloud of negativity, they need to vent and seek comfort. And the best way to do that… well, it's the continuation of life, if you know what I mean, haha…
Before midnight that same day, Mr. L's revenue from traffic had smoothly exceeded 100 billion and was still climbing.
For many, his latest work was a tearjerker; countless people were moved to tears, numbed by the glorification of hardship, leading them to make irrational consumer choices.
However, Qian Xuan also noticed Liu Zhizhong's latest release and couldn't help but laugh dryly, telling his wife, "Damn, I thought Yang Bingbing's call was about something important, but she was just urging him to release new work to continue squeezing his monetization abilities—sigh..."
Luo Shuxiu also heard about Liu Zhizhong's latest release and just silently gave a wry smile.
Liu Zhizhong, now indifferent, moved from the sofa to the bedroom in the president's office, seeking comfort and balance as he and Yang Bingbing indulged in their passionate romance, not bothering about anything else.
Various operational teams at the company reported timely on the large screen in the president's office, but Yang Bingbing didn't read them. Neither did the team leaders care much; they just reported and moved on.
The next morning, Liu Zhizhong and Yang Bingbing got up, freshened up, and their affection for each other was boundless.
Yang Bingbing still resembled the timid new bride, the beautiful president softer and more enchanting than ever.
They ordered breakfast and then started going through the reports.
By now, Mr. L's latest work and related entries had pushed topics like floods, landslides, broken bridges, and other disasters out of the hot topics, sending them below the top ten.
Mr. L's monetization from traffic had reached an astonishing 3500 billion, far exceeding their expectations.
As they read through the reports, Yang Bingbing was about to explode with anger.
It turned out that the company's trend monitoring team had quickly identified various trends unfavorable to Mr. L, including:
"Famous internet celebrity Mr. L, who are you whitewashing for?"
"In the face of disaster, you choose not to pursue the causes or truth—are you glorifying hardship?"
"Mr. L has been recruited? You are Song Jiang!!!"
"Mr. L, the world is in tatters, and I thought you could patch it up, but you've fallen too!"
"Mr. L's fake tears overshadow everything hot!"
"Mr. L, keep spinning tales! They say catastrophes that happen once in a hundred years; did they all happen this year?"
"The dragon slayer boy turned into the evil dragon, I won't follow Mr. L anymore! Refund! Refund!!"
All such sentiments were suppressed by a coordinated effort by internet trolls, consistently maintaining Liu Zhizhong's positive image.
It was clear Mr. L had lost a vast number of fans, but still, many who didn't know the truth continued to consume and support.
When all the negative sentiments were eliminated, what remained was all profitable—all for reaping!
Observing these suppressed trends and comments, Liu Zhizhong couldn't help but drape an arm around Yang Bingbing's shoulders, stating profoundly, "President Yang, no matter the state of the world, there are always those who stay lucid. This generation online, many still hold hope; they have awakened…"
Yang Bingbing gave a resigned smile, "But the vast majority will never wake up. Reality won't let them."
"Yeah, alas… The desire to keep devouring the big fish is still there." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
Yang Bingbing was exasperated again and was about to say something when the phone on the desk rang.
She stood up to answer it, casually saying, "This call must be important, shall we listen together?"
"Sure, let's go on speaker."
But upon listening, both of them were dumbstruck…