Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 104 That Paparazzo Who Always Scolds Me 15

This incident quickly attracted the attention of major media outlets, but other media outlets were still observing and showed no intention of capitalizing on this surge in traffic.

After all, the Pei family is a household name in City A.

Others dare not eat it, but Zhen Zhibao dares. He doesn't care about power or not; he'll make money first and then worry about it.

A video of Song Xianyin hitting someone suddenly circulated online. It was blurry, but Song Xianyin's face was clearly visible, making it hard to deny that it was intentional.

The online sentiment gradually shifted, and people began to feel dissatisfied with Song Xianyin's behavior.

[This is way too much! Getting beaten up for a joke? Does this mean I can't make jokes like that with female colleagues anymore?]

[Exactly, even joking is forbidden. What if I wanted to hug my female colleagues in the future? Would I end up in jail?]

Song Xianyin was furious at these comments, and she retorted to each one: "You shouldn't make these kinds of jokes about women in the first place, and you shouldn't hug them in the first place!"

She'd had enough of these people making lewd jokes whenever there were women at the dinner party.

If some girls pretend not to understand, it just satisfies those people's perverse sense of humor. If they understand and continue to agree, they will only become more and more outrageous.

She often encountered this situation when she went out with Sister Lin.

The office was filled with the sound of Song Xianyin typing away. The others exchanged silent glances, their eyes filled with determination.

Just do it and that's it.

Lin Jie's phone had been ringing off the hook countless times. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she smoked a cigarette, her brow furrowed. "Mr. Li, this isn't my responsibility. Our newspaper allows employees to post freely."

"She wasn't talking about anyone in particular, she was just telling a story, so don't worry about it too much."

The person on the other end kept talking, and Sister Lin was getting more and more annoyed. She sighed and said, "This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't made that kind of joke."

It's better now. When something like this comes out now, most netizens are supportive. If it were before, the person who posted it would probably have been subjected to a lot of cyberbullying.

Sister Lin stubbed out her cigarette and raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Li, why don't you go check the company's stock before you speak?"

After a moment of silence, President Li's voice suddenly became much softer: "But we can't just take any traffic. Can we take the Pei family's traffic? What if we end up destroying the newspaper?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Li, she knows what she's doing."

Looking at the replies on the website on his computer, Mr. Li became increasingly worried. How could Xiao Song's insults be even more vicious than those of netizens?

But things have already progressed to this point, and even if he apologizes to President Pei, she won't listen to him. It's better to just let things continue as they are.

He decided to turn a blind eye. If he could turn things around, he would earn more money; if not, he would start a new newspaper.

Information about Song Xianyin was quickly leaked on Weibo, but it was immediately blocked as soon as it was posted. The trending topics about her were also quickly removed, leaving onlookers confused.

Qin Zhaochuan was drinking coffee, watching Song Xianyin's replies to those netizens, and his eyes were filled with increasing admiration: "She's really good at cursing, and she's so brave."

As expected of her.

Meanwhile, Secretary Lin, who was busy removing the negative trending topics, was extremely busy. He was making phone calls while giving Qin Zhaochuan some perfunctory answers.

“Just ban the entries for Zhenzhibao and Song Xianyin.”

It seems that the Pei family is truly angry, resorting to all sorts of underhanded tactics.

Qin Zhaochuan smiled as he looked at the online trolls. Fortunately, the Qin family also had quite a few trolls.

He knew the market rate: Pei's paid 50 cents per post for Weibo members and 30 cents per post for those without. In addition to commenting, they also had to like and retweet. Posts with a "public square" style were worth 5 yuan per post. They were practically assembly line workers on the internet.

Qin Zhaochuan's online army cost fifty times more than theirs, and the quality of his online army was also much higher. His words in defending Song Xianyin were clearly sincere.

The most upvoted comment on one blog post reads: "I think this is a bit of an exaggeration. It can't be that serious, right?"

duplex:

I think so too!

[Isn't that a bit much?]

There's no need for this.

Qin Zhaochuan scoffed at the comments. They were so low-quality, but it was understandable. They were being treated unfairly for doing so much work for just a few cents.

Qin Zhaochuan scrolled down in a good mood and finally saw a familiar ID. He was the group owner of the Qin Clan's online army group, and every comment had to be approved by him.

[I'm speechless. Are some people's brains controlled by their little heads? Who told you it's okay to tell dirty jokes to girls? Go to hell!]

[Since you're making dirty jokes, how about girls joke about cleavage with you guys from now on? Some people just pretend not to understand!]

Without careful observation, it's impossible to tell whether someone is a passerby or a paid troll.

But those who work as online trolls can spot each other at a glance; they're all in the same industry, and you can tell they're different just by looking at them.

Qin Zhaochuan opened Weibo and found that he had just received a lot of private messages.

[Baby, could you push my slouch a little? I didn't yell at that girl, I was just being vague. [Poor face]]

Qin Zhaochuan was somewhat smug. He held his chin high as he sent her a private message: "[To avoid it being deleted, the /qun/ number is on my homepage. Remember to state your purpose.]"

The platform's review process is getting stricter and stricter now, and it took him a long time to figure out these people's slang.

Pei Laodeng was furious at home. He was really going to be driven crazy by this woman. Where did she come from? Doesn't she know any manners?

He paced back and forth in the living room, and the servants dared not even touch his brow.

Just then, the crisp sound of high heels came from the doorway.

Bai Siluo was exhausted. How could college be more tiring than high school? She handed her bag to the servant, leaned back on the sofa, and wailed, "Dad! Your daughter is going to die of exhaustion."

Pei Laodeng quickly composed himself, looking at Bai Siluo's exhausted face with great heartache: "You silly girl, why do you do so much at school every day? Does the school need you?"

He had a daughter late in life, and his wife almost had a difficult childbirth. He doted on his daughter from a young age.

The daughter also took her wife's surname, even though many people around them objected, saying that if she didn't have the surname Pei, she wouldn't be a member of the Pei family.

That's utter nonsense. They have his blood, and he raised them. Just because they don't have his surname, does that mean they're not his children?

Bai Siluo said with a long face, "That senior is so annoying, Dad. He always tries to have awkward conversations with me."

She didn't like him at all; she felt ashamed to stand next to him.

Upon hearing this, Pei was so angry that he glared and puffed out his beard: "I told you last time to teach him a lesson, but you wouldn't listen. You don't need to worry about this anymore, Dad will handle it."

He wanted to see who this senior was.

At this moment, Pei had no idea that the senior was Ye Jun, who had been at the same dinner party with him before.