Chapter 48: Do You Think I Can?

The long article smearing Qiao Yan was posted in the early morning, and the bad comments on the whole network were cleared at half past twelve at noon.

And it's the publisher who deletes it himself.

This speed is the first of its kind in the lap.

The CEOs of entertainment companies all called the managers of the public relations department, pointed at their noses and asked, "Look at the speed and efficiency of people's public relations, are you still embarrassed to mix in the circle?" ”

The PR managers wanted to cry without tears.

Who wouldn't want to copy this perfect assignment if they could?

However, boss, look at what kind of existence is standing behind them!

Champion of archaeology!

Master of Laws and Doctor of Laws from Beijing University!

With this stacked buff, pigs can do a good job of PR!

PR managers: All roads lead to Rome, some people were born in Rome, I am just a cow and a horse, what qualifications do I have to speak......

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Since stepping into the office in the morning, Fang Yu'an has been busy with spinning tops all morning.

I had a two-hour meeting to make a work plan for the next quarter of the department, and I also went out to receive a client.

At noon, she finally took a breath, and the little assistant brought her food in, and mentioned, "Qiao Yan seems to have been hacked." ”

Fang Yu'an: "? ”

She just missed a morning live broadcast, and her favorite guests were hacked?

It's worth it!

Fang Yu'an hurriedly clicked on Weibo, looked at the hot search list for a long time, and didn't see any black material about Qiao Yan.

Even, the words that mentioned Qiao Yan were all praised.

Fang Yu'an looked at the assistant in confusion, suspecting that the other party was joking with her: "Who is there anyone on the Internet who hacks Qiao Yan?" I did not see. ”

The assistant put the meal on the desk, took out his mobile phone, and swiped it on Weibo.

Huh?

It's really gone.

The assistant looked surprised, "It's still on the hot search list in the morning, and it's still in the front row." ”

Immediately, she remembered to take a screenshot in the morning and share it with her little sister to eat melons together.

Find those screenshots in the album and show them to Fang Yu'an.

Fang Yu'an frowned and finished reading, "What a non-existent thing is this!" ”

Although she didn't know Qiao Yan herself, she still had the basic skills to recognize people when she got into this status.

In her eyes, Qiao Yan is very different from the remarks in the screenshot.

"No, I have to speak up for her."

Saying that, Fang Yu'an boarded the brand's official WeChat, and once again Aite Qiao Yan shouted in the air:

Do you still need capital? Do you think I can?

Although there are no bad comments about Qiao Yan on the whole network, her name still has its own popularity.

As soon as Fang Yu'an's Weibo was posted, it was quickly captured by netizens.

Hey?

Everyone else squeezed their heads to find capital to hug their thighs, but Qiao Yan was sent to the door by capital himself to beg to be hugged on his thighs.

Moreover, this is also the first case of capital bowing in the circle.

Netizens were a little numb today by Qiao Yan's successive breaking of the conventions in the circle, and could only ask three questions:

Is Qiao Yan really an amateur?

Is Qiao Yan really just an amateur?

Will Qiao Yan really only be an amateur?

What is more numb than netizens is Qiao Yan's fans, and their mood can only be described as "messy in the wind".

[The super talk is done, and the anti-black group has been established, but as a result, eh, it's useless! ] 】

[God knows, I fought back and forth with the keyboard warrior for 300 rounds, blinked, the other party didn't reply, and in the blink of an eye, the other party deleted the comment! ] 】

[I just got out of class...] After holding it all morning, I opened Weibo without eating lunch, and I wanted to start outputting my Zu'an quotations, but I found that the hot searches were gone. Don't be cowardly, you dare to send it out, why did you delete it in less than a day? 】

【emmm…… To some extent, the marketing account is not wrong. We do have a background, and that is justice! 】

[Upstairs, forty meters of broadsword...... Cut an apple for you to eat! 】

[Alas, I still want to work hard to protect Mr. Yan, but unfortunately it's not my turn to contribute. Maybe that's the trouble of steaming too much. (Helpless .jpg)】

[As a fan for the first time, I ask everyone, is it so easy to be a fan? ] 】

……

Qiao Yan's fans cried loudly, and some people cried more than them.

For example-

After graduating from university, he has been gnawing at home at home, and Wang Mao, a young man who does not work properly.

He was holding the mouse, fighting wildly in the King's Canyon, finishing the game, hearty, and at the same time feeling the hunger in his stomach.

He subconsciously shouted "Mom" twice, but did not get a response.

Only then did I remember that his father had gone to work in other places in the past half a month, and his mother had pushed a tricycle out early in the morning to sell finger cakes.

He didn't know how to cook, so he glanced under the table and the instant noodles were gone.

"!" He threw the mouse on the table and irritated himself to put on his coat and go out to buy something to eat.

There is a convenience store not far downstairs, Wang Mao took a few large bags of instant noodles and listened to a few Cokes.

At the checkout, while the cashier's lady was scanning the barcode with something, she deliberately reached out and touched the back of her hand twice.

The skinny cashier immediately retracted, endured the nausea, and sped up the speed of scanning the barcode.

"52 yuan, WeChat or Alipay?"

Different from the cashier's shrinkage, Wang Mao raised his chin, his face was not without pride, and he dragged his tone, "52 yuan...... Isn't it a zero? 520…… How nice. ”

The cashier's face turned a little pale, and he deliberately strengthened his tone when he spoke: "Do you use WeChat or Alipay?" ”

"It's boring!" Wang Mao took a sip in disgust, scanned WeChat to pay, and left with his things.

Walk through a narrow alley and turn a corner to his house.

However.

He had just walked into the alley when suddenly a bag of hemp came down his head.

In an instant, his entire upper body was covered in a sack.

Wang Mao struggled subconsciously, but was pushed to the ground in the next second.

The fist rained down on him, and every now and then it was mixed with a hard kick, almost kicking him out.

There was a dull pain in his back, chest, abdomen, and thighs, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't even have the strength to shout "help".

Wang Mao, who was shrouded in a sack, was like a dead pig at this time, he could only let others beat him, and there was no room for counterattack.

This unilateral violence lasted for more than half an hour, and those people controlled their strength, avoided the vital point, and beat Wang Mao painfully enough, but they were always awake and in pain.

The other party finally stopped, Wang Mao struggled, and asked angrily, "Brothers...... Dare to ask...... Who am I offending? ”

He was answered with a cold sentence: "If you talk nonsense again, you will cut your tongue." ”

After these people left, Wang Mao was lying on the ground, and it took more than ten minutes to recover.

He kept thinking about who he had offended.

I thought about the game friends one by one, and I thought it was unlikely.

After all, many of them are not in the same city, how can they come to his door to beat him.

Talking nonsense?

What nonsense -

Wait a minute!

Could it be the comment that was posted online in the morning?

After thinking about it, the more Wang Mao thought about it, the more he felt that it might be the disaster that that comment had brought to him.

He bent on his waist and went home with difficulty, and the first thing he did was to go to Weibo.

He had just lost a game at the time, and when he saw Qiao Yan's hot search, he followed others and commented on a colorful sentence.

After seeing that the atmosphere on the Internet was not right, I also deleted the comment.

Unexpectedly, because of a moment of pleasure, he brought himself a violent beating.