In the poisonous chicken soup activity room, the atmosphere also fell into a stagnant, 5 minutes beyond the time announced by Li Yan, but he still hasn't taken this step.

He was trembling as well.

The greater the challenge, the greater the backlash, and even if you are as strong as yourself, you will have a hint of instinctive fear in the face of the risk of losing a stable and prosperous life.

Of course, the shrewd choice is to be realistic, to join a faction, not to fight a faction, not to challenge anything, no matter how dirty it is, no matter how disgusting it is, no matter how crazy it is to reproduce radiation-

Isn't it good to be alive?

Why do you have to do something?

Where does this restless anger come from?

I'm too young...... I don't know...... What is it.

Where he came from and where he is going.

He led me to heaven, and He led me to hell.

Isn't it good to be alive?

It's bad...... It's not good to go on like this......

Want to see the light, more light.

Perhaps, this is also a wonderful deviation from the Creator, who quietly integrates a trace of rebellion into our bodies, some of which are extinguished with age, and others who intensify with age.

This is full of crisis, this is burning hope!

In the face of such a desire, Li Yan trembled and moved his hand to the button, the outcome is unknown, the cost is unknown, expectation and fear coexist, nothing is more wonderful than the unknown, and nothing is more terrifying than the unknown.

"Do you want to deprive me of the fruits of my labor?" a weak little hand pressed on the back of Li Yan's hand.

"The harvest at the top of the knowledge chain must always be fed back. Tang Yuluo looked at Li Yan with a smile, "There is my credit and my responsibility!"

"...... Get a head start. Bai Jing didn't want to stick it with a palm, "I have my investment!"

"Hmph......" The emperor followed and helped up, "With my guidance!"

Li Yunlong: "With my escort!"

Courage and strength poured into Li Yan's heart, and he raised his head, revealing a rare amount of gratitude and touch.

Thank you, I'm not alone!

The door was kicked open, and an old man rushed in angrily.

"Damn! It's so big, you can't handle it. ”

Wang Dabao followed behind him and shook his phone at Li Yi in embarrassment: "I think...... It's my responsibility to do some technical things...... We need to reduce the risk factor. ”

"Are you going to start?" Wen Chrome had already walked to the computer with staring eyes, and after looking at everyone in surprise, a wrinkled veteran hand put it on it without hesitation, "Children, you don't know how to fight!"

Burning fiercely, a mouthful of old blood that has never been extinguished is poured on the flame of ambition!

"Damn!" Li Xuan finally couldn't hold back her tears, "I could have controlled it!"

"Hurry up, it's too late. Wen Chrome smiled at the children around him, "Don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of, it's all paper tigers." ”

More power is invisibly given to Li Xuan, who is a symbiote, a supporter, a person who is eager to fight but has no ability to fight.

Let's go!

One by one, the hands were stacked together and the magic button was pressed.

Li Yi seemed to hear a "stabbing sound", which was extremely harsh and extremely pleasant.

The final, filthy fig leaf was completely torn off.

Hannibal single-handedly manipulated a huge amount of information poured out.

The flow of each of Ten's public opinion expenses of up to 1.8 billion yuan is recorded in great detail, whether it is into a public account or a personal account, the terrible flow of every detail reveals the fact that they control the public opinion of this country.

Every huge red envelope received by a high-powered media leader, and every public relations fee received by a super celebrity, from a reporter to a leader, were all spared.

Those sanctimonious TV stations, those bloggers who sing and shout, under the temptation of their unexpected wealth, almost all of them are spared, and the vast majority of people will be bought after all, it's just a matter of price, on the other hand-

[The so-called struggle, isn't it to sell yourself for a good price?]

There is certainly something wrong with this statement, but it is difficult to disprove it on a practical level.

If this is the case, another seemingly naïve possibility has to emerge -

The real problem, perhaps, is the so-called reality.

What followed was the ultimate strategy sent by Hannibal -

"Dictatorship of Public Opinion, You Only Need to Sell One Building".

He exposed every step of the so-called "Internet PR" in a crude way, and attached a list of all practitioners and companies, he savagely showed his masterpiece, only to destroy him, is to respect him!

As an extended reading, the electronic version of the book "How to Dissect and Eat Public Opinion" has also appeared silently in many places, with public copyright, reprinted casually, and refusing to adapt.

In the book, Hannibal analyzes more than 20 public relations events that he has handled or paid attention to in the whole process, and he has devoted his life to learning without reservation. People are surprised to find that the initiator of every hot incident may be an IT giant, a mobile phone manufacturer, a celebrity, a public knowledge, an association, a film distributor, if necessary, even a political party in the United States, and the most extreme, even a parent who has lost a child.

On the other side of the spearhead are the poor worms whose bodies are ruined and ruined, whose corpses have long since rotted and grown, and they have no chance to tell the actual situation whether they are good or bad, good or evil, enough people say that you are evil, and you are evil.

In the whole process, under the skillful manipulation of public relations companies, the media creates and disseminates concepts one by one, injecting them into people's brains, and information is always asymmetrical, and people seem to always be Follo-my-heart, but the basis for heart's judgment can only be the information that appears in front of them at the right time.

What's even more jaw-dropping is that Hannibal did not hide any companies and individuals throughout the whole process, each of them was his real name, he was confident in facing any lawsuit, and he still didn't know where the hell was hiding tons of information.

At the end of the book, Hannibal defines it all -

[Everyone is born with a pair of contact lenses called "self", which makes people's vision no longer so clear, when looking at things, they will always start from their own perspective, resulting in a refraction and distortion, the butt not only determines the head, but also determines the power of your glasses. 】

[And when people observe things through the Internet, we give them a second glass, "media glasses", we pick out the part they like, wrap it up a little, reflect a wonderful scene to them, make them think they see everything, let them be sure that this is what they see, let them think that this is "Follo-my-heart", in fact, "Follo-ours-heart". 】