Chapter 017 Paste Bar Battle (5)

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Rolled his eyes speechlessly, the boutique cigarettes sighed, it was almost nine o'clock, and the people who were going to believe in Su Cong also began to shake their heads and sigh, and many people posted on the official website of the 'brother' iron fans that Su Cong, Su Cong, was angry, just a word of thanks, you showed up and said that everyone will help you.

There are a lot of similar remarks, boutique cigarettes have not stopped persuading, but to no avail, Su Cong has done too much to hurt, many people do not have to say a word of thanks, they participated in the explosion bar yesterday for "I", not Su Cong's iron fans, they some of them stuck to the blast battle all night, but the main Su Cong did not appear all day, this move chilled everyone's hearts.

Especially in the case of someone sowing discord, this kind of sign is getting bigger and bigger, boutique cigarettes are lonely, and even some impatient neutral fans are scolded when fans come to pull for help.

Watching the time pass little by little, the boutique cigarette patted his numb cheek, and continued to post, can pull one is one.

……

After coming back from morning exercise and seeing those remarks on the Internet, Su Cong has not been out of the room, closed the website, and kept typing on the keyboard on the computer, until seven o'clock in the evening when his parents came back together, Su Cong knew that it was his father who went to pick up his mother again, he went out to say hello to them and continued to go back to the room to be busy, this thing, although it is not a novel, but, in some ways, some things must be written.

After returning to the room, he was just about to continue typing on the keyboard, when his father Su Xinbao and Zhao Xiaoning chased in.

"Stinky boy, haven't you eaten all day?" Zhao Xiaoning glared at Su Congdao.

"Seeing that you said hello and hurried into the room, we didn't see dirty dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, didn't you eat? Xiaochen, don't be so tired, if you can't write a song, don't worry, the family only owes tens of thousands of yuan, at most two years, you can pay it back, you don't have to be stressed, you can write slowly, if there are really no new songs, your dad and I don't have a salary." ”

Su Xinbao didn't know that Su Cong's commission had arrived.

Since the 170,000 a while ago, Su has never said anything about it.

Seeing his son working so hard, Su Xinbao was not only happy that his son was sensible, but also a little distressed about his son, pitying the hearts of parents all over the world, as a parent, his love for his son always emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Su Cong smiled, waved his hand and said: "Mom, you give me a bowl of noodles, I'm writing something, not writing songs, don't worry about money, the one million bonus has already arrived, and the commission for this period of time has also been more than one million, more than two million has been received, you see, the bank has sent a mobile phone text message." I need to write something here, useful. ”

Su Cong took out his mobile phone, flipped through the text message that he had received at noon, and handed it to his parents.

"More than two million ......"

"One zero, two zeros, three zeros...... Two million ......,230,000"

Seeing the numbers on the mobile phone text messages, Su Xinbao and Zhao Xiaoning counted the zeros on the information, and the two were completely dumbfounded.

The 170,000 half a month ago had already surprised the two of them, but they didn't expect that it had only been so long, and there would be more than 2 million.

This and 170,000 are completely different concepts, at this moment, Su Xinbao and Zhao Xiaoning completely forgot about Su Cong's lack of food for a day.

I also completely forgot about the two of them coming in to preach.

Dumbfounded, looking at the text message numbers on his mobile phone, he was dumbfounded, and even left his doubts behind.

Zhao Xiaoning stared at Su Cong and said, "Son, you didn't lie to us, did you?"

Su Xinbao took a deep breath, put the phone down on the table, pulled Zhao Xiaoning, who wanted to step forward and touch Su Cong's forehead, and said: "Don't make trouble, go and give the child noodles, I eat a little too much at night, I have to exercise, go, I'll give you a hand." ”

As soon as the two of them went out, Su Cong continued to start typing on the keyboard.

And at this moment, outside the door, Su Xinbao and Zhao Xiaoning were talking.

Inside the kitchen.

"Lao Su, what are you pulling me for?" Zhao Xiaoning was still stunned at the moment, and wanted to ask his son if it was true.

"Don't pull you, let you disturb your son? Don't you see that your son is busy at the moment? Hurry up and cook noodles for your son. ”

Su Xinbao had just calmed down at the moment.

For the first million, Su Xinbao still has confidence in his heart, his son said that if he won the first place, there would be a bonus of one million, but he didn't care at the beginning, thinking that his son was just talking, but he didn't expect his son to really get this bonus.

What really surprised me was that in addition to the million bonus, my son also had a commission of more than one million.

More than two million.

What a concept it is.

To be honest, if it is more than 100,000 or hundreds of thousands, I will definitely be very happy and will ask my son about the specific situation.

However, at this moment, he was stunned, and he withdrew from his son's room, in fact, he wanted to calm down and accept this big surprise.

"Yes, yes, my son hasn't eaten all day, I'll cook noodles first!" Zhao Xiaoning's mood at the moment was the same, his heart was not all surprise and happiness, but he was stunned by the sudden arrival of more than two million, and the whole person was dizzy, and his mind was a little messy.

It's eight o'clock.

Su Cong was in front of the computer and finally stopped.

Looking at the contents of this computer screen, it is nearly 30,000 words.

Su Cong smiled with satisfaction.

Save the document, open the webpage, and upload it directly to the official website of 'Brother'.

Copy, paste, upload, and you're done!

……

'Brother' official website.

"It's been less than an hour, Su Cong hasn't shown up yet, people, if you don't die, you won't die, you deserve to be blown up!"

"What is "Counter War"? You are still too young, too simple, you would believe the words of a rookie singer, and now that the number of downloads of other people's songs has gone up, you can stay where you are cool. ”

"The stationmaster told Lao Tzu to get out, and Lao Tzu didn't scold, what do you mean by deleting the post?"

"Didi, I have entered the drama mode, the countdown has begun, there are still two hours, sit back and wait for Su Cong to be blown into scum. ”

“……”

Boutique cigarettes looked at the messy posts all over the screen, and his head was splitting, the more he looked at it just now, the more angry he became, so he simply opened the batch operation, and directly cast the stationmaster's indiscriminate attack ultimate skill--select and delete all.

But after performing this invincible hanging and bombing skill, the boutique cigarettes are a little regretful, so that although the unfavorable comments can be quickly deleted, it will also hurt feelings, after all, this is the official website of 'brother' iron fans, not the official website of Su Cong fans, although he is also taking care of it, but there are more than 10,000 people over there so far, because the publicity is not enough.

The boutique cigarettes that exited the group attack mode honestly deleted the information one by one, and after forking out dozens of unfavorable posts, the boutique cigarettes looked at the posts that kept refreshing, and finally closed their eyes.

Uncle, no matter, whoever cares about it, I see that I went to sleep.

You Su Cong, you can come out and squeak too!

Why are so many people supporting you so much, you have this attitude?

You're not there in the morning, I can understand, maybe you didn't see it.

If you don't show up at noon, it's understandable that maybe you're busy.

If you don't come out in the afternoon, it's understandable that you're barely there, maybe you're at work and haven't gotten off work yet.

Damn, when it's night, you don't show up, you don't even squeak, can you be busy all day?

No matter, damn it, what is love!

Boutique cigarettes are about to turn off the computer, wash up and go to bed.

However, my heart moved, I still didn't hold back the thoughts in my heart, just now I complained and vented, at this moment, seeing the refreshed remarks of the full frequency curtain, I couldn't help it, and I wanted to continue to see.

"Hey, let's wait until ten o'clock before going to bed!" and see what the results are!" said Boutique Cigarette after a moment's hesitation, soothing himself.

Shaking his head, he was ready to continue deleting the post.

Suddenly, on the number of jù in the background, I saw the number of jù of a post, and it jumped by leaps and bounds.

The click-through rate is 1254, and the reply rate is 0.

The click-through rate is 8452, and the reply rate is 0.

Click-through rate 24587, reply 0.

The click-through rate is 114786, and the reply rate is 0.

The click-through rate is 2254789, and the reply is 8487.

The click-through rate is 3548745, and the replies are 145896.

……

"Damn! In less than a minute, the number of jù skyrocketed so fast! This is the rhythm of hanging the sky! What kind of post count jù is so attractive?"

Boutique cigarettes were stunned for nearly a minute, and they were able to see the number of changes in some posts in the management background.

The number of this post was so explosive in just a few minutes.

Apparently it should have been there for a while.

The most shocking thing is that in an instant, the number of replies skyrocketed from 8,000 to more than 140,000, and it only took a minute.

The active users on the official website of 'Brother' are generally 300,000, and at this time of day, the active users are almost 400,000.

However, in just a few minutes, this number is equivalent to most of the fans who are active online reading this post.

What's going on?

That's right, it can't be hacked, right?

No, there is a little prince of hackers, and no hacker dares to make trouble!

Or is there a special army of sailors coming in to make trouble......

"The Autobiography of Zhang Guorong's 'Brother'" When boutique cigarettes saw the name of this post for the first time, they were already attracted by this title.

But it's just a magnet.

Boutique cigarettes frowned, who deliberately made me?