The early morning of winter (rì) is a little cold, the streets are sparsely populated, and occasionally a few figures are in a hurry, and they don't know where to go.

Fang Lun sat in front of the computer, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, he was getting in touch with various large video studios, in short, video submission.

The video submission of Heroes is quite popular, because Heroes is popular, and collecting all kinds of video materials about Heroes has become one of the indispensable projects of various video studios.

The videos submitted by Fang Lun are all about his (rì) games, in which he has met streamers, boosters, and even professional players, but without exception, in the end, he has won, and the record looks gorgeous.

After all this fuss, it's time to put an end to it.

Fang Lun stretched his waist, and the rhythm of these things annoyed him, but out of consideration (rè), he did not come forward to explain it immediately, and let things (qíng) develop more and more.

I thought that public opinion would be one-sided, but I didn't expect that public opinion would be divided into two factions that were evenly matched, and the quarrel was quite fierce.

"Who's behind it?" Fang Lun frowned, his mind kept flashing (shēn) of familiar people, and finally targeted Zhong Weifa's (shēn).

"It seems that this Zhong Weifa's (shēn) share is not simple."

Fang Lun pondered, when Zhong Weifa was in Mingde County, he behaved very unusually, after all, what he did (qíng) was already related to Xunteng's internal decision-making, and it was far from being something that he could handle as a branch head.

"Forget it, I don't want to, it's not a bad thing anyway."

After Fang Lun scattered the manuscript to various video studios, Zhong Weifa's phone call happened to come.

"Hey, Brother Zhong, what's the matter (qíng)?" Fang Lun asked.

Zhong Weifa had negotiated with Fang Lun a few times ago (rì), and now he called to ask him what his plans were.

"Lun, the CEO of Xunteng Company has intervened, it is best to do things kindly, if you are targeted by Mr. Teng, I am afraid it will not be easy to deal with."

"Tenghua horse?" Fang Lun scratched his head, the matter (qíng) became more and more chaotic, and now even Tenghua Ma was involved.

"Brother Zhong, I just submitted manuscripts to major studios, I think there should be no problem."

Zhong Weifa thought for a moment, the two of them originally planned to use the major video stations to brush up on the number of followers, so that players could recognize Fang Lun's technology, and then with the reward screenshots and Fang Lun's specific income (qíng), they could completely break the rumors, and then these fans who were attracted to watch (rè) make trouble more or less familiar with Fang Lun.

The game circle is not big, no, in the case of League of Legends (rè) degree (qíng) is so high, Fang Lun standing in front is not necessarily a bad thing, it is very important for him to accumulate fans.

This idea was discussed by the two of them, Fang Lun has experienced these things (qíng), before the rebirth, there is a lot of black material about uzi, factory director and other professional players in the League of Legends circle, but it is not the blacker the more popular, in the final analysis, while you are being abused, you are also enjoying the attention of all the fans, at this time, as long as you have a little shining point, you will absorb some fans and use them for your use, if you are skilled and have more highlights (cāo), then, most fans will turn black to fans.

Zhong Weifa and Fang Lun believe that first let fans misunderstand Fang Lun, constantly abuse him, and finally come up with evidence and strength, and suddenly wash it white, under the shame of fans, there will definitely be no longer a few people who turn fans.

"Lun, you can make your own decisions about this matter (qíng), Mr. Teng intervenes, we can't do things behind our backs anymore (qíng), how many fans you can attract this time depends on yourself."

Fang Lun nodded secretly, he didn't care about how many fans he could attract, but the other party was so scheming to deal with him, and he didn't let the revenge go back, it was really a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"It's okay, I'm ready, whoever messes with me will pay the price."

Zhong Weifa hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "The dolphin platform is Xunteng's industry, it's best not to make too much of it, it won't end well at that time." ”

Fang Lun felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, could it be that if someone else provoked him, he still had to provide for him?

"Brother Zhong, even if you don't broadcast live, it won't have a great impact on me."

Zhong Weifa heard the meaning of Fang Lun's words, sighed, and said, "I know what you mean, do what you want." ”

"That's fine, I'll hang up first, Brother Zhong."

Zhong Weifa listened to the beep on the phone, and his face showed a look of helplessness, this son really refuses to eat at all, but his is also reasonable, with his level, there is no need to (tiǎn) the dolphin platform (rì) sub.

Damn, Lao Tzu is not as chic as a child. Zhong Weifa hammered the table, he suddenly envied Fang Lun a little, he didn't have to think about anything, and he didn't have to look at anyone's face to act.

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Teng asked you to come over for a meeting." Yang Xue came, crossed her hands on her abdomen, and looked at Zhong Weifa with her eyes rolling.

Compared with the gentlemanly Zhou Yunqi, he prefers this Mr. Zhong with (xìng), not only because of the young and handsome relationship, but also because of the fact that he is really rich.

"I see." Zhong Weifa packed up the desktop documents, held the briefcase, and walked towards the office door.

As soon as he went out, a soft touch came from the mouth of (xiōng), and then he only heard a sigh, and Yang Xue fell down in response.

The black bag (tún) skirt couldn't cover the skin, and Yang Xue fell to the ground pitifully, her brows slightly furrowed, and the bumpy (shēn) material appeared in Zhong Weifa's eyes.

"You're alright, hurry up, I'm so sorry." Zhong Weifa subconsciously pulled Yang Xue up and kept apologizing.

Yang Xue had a look of pride in her eyes, and she moved her ankle in pain, and said softly: "Your foot may be sprained, a little painful, Mr. Zhong, you should go to the head office for a meeting first, Mr. Teng should be in a hurry." ”

Yang Xue, as the secretary of Tenghua Ma, knows that men are directly pestering them without skin and face, they may not take you seriously, but if you can create a feeling of separation, it will make men have a great sense of excitement, especially for men like Zhong Weifa, who are both rich and good-looking, women are not difficult to get for them, as long as they speak, many women can't wait to lie down on his (chuáng) immediately, ordinary tricks are impossible to attract their attention.

Zhong Weifa never thought that Yang Xue would have so many scenes, although the woman in front of him had very charming eyes, he preferred Xia Ancai's indifferent face, and teasing Xia Ancai's face was red, which was his greatest pleasure.

"I'll find someone to take you to the infirmary, Lao Li! Don't brag there, come here, help Yang Xue to the infirmary. ”

Lao Li was in his forties, with buck teeth and yellow teeth, and when he saw that Yang Xue looked very good, he couldn't help but look straight.

Nani? This is different from what I imagined, what about heroes saving beauty? How to let a lewd middle-aged man help himself?

Yang Xue (yù) cried without tears, broke free of Lao Li's rough big hand, and limped out.

Lao Li shook his head regretfully, Zhong Weifa was also confused, he didn't know what was going on with Yang Xue and why he looked angry.