Zhang Yiyi's brows furrowed even tighter, and she could feel her heartbeat accelerating.

"What about the project of Militaristic Street?" She asked eagerly, "How's it going?" ”

The assistant's face became even more ugly: "The project is also in trouble, the team of Summer Night has launched a propaganda offensive against us on social media, vigorously promoting the national style culture, questioning the inconsistency between the militaristic style street and the national culture, and now the Internet is full of support for them and criticism of us, and our image has been seriously damaged." ”

When Zhang Yiyi heard this, her heart couldn't help but sink.

She realizes that she may have fallen into a trap that has been carefully designed by Summer Night.

She felt an inexplicable panic and helplessness, but she knew that at this moment, she had to stay calm and come up with a response as soon as possible.

"They're trying to kill us." Zhang Yiyi gritted her teeth and said, "We can't sit still, we must take action immediately." ”

A hint of determination and determination flashed in her eyes, as if she was ready to fight against the odds.

Zhang Yiyi quickly sat down in front of the computer, browsing the comments on the web with a solemn face.

She thought that the project of the militaristic style street would receive a certain degree of attention and discussion, but she did not expect that public opinion would be almost one-sided and verbal criticism of the project.

"Forget your ancestors! How can you build a militaristic street on the land of the empire? This is hurting national feelings, and we must resolutely resist it! ”

A netizen's message was particularly dazzling, and every word was pierced into Zhang Yiyi's heart like a needle.

"This is nothing short of a desecration of history and culture! Our empire has a long history and a splendid culture, so why should we imitate a country that has invaded us in the past? Another netizen's comment was also full of anger and incomprehension.

Zhang Yiyi felt suffocated, and she seemed to be able to hear the scolding and accusations of countless people behind these comments.

She couldn't believe that the project she had been working so hard to build would attract such a strong disgust.

She continued to slide the mouse down, and every comment in the comment area was like a sharp knife, mercilessly stabbing her heart.

"This kind of project is simply kneeling and licking foreign cultures, completely forgetting our own roots! It's heartbreaking! ”

"As an Imperial, I resolutely oppose this kind of forgetting my ancestors! We need to protect our culture and not let it erode! ”

Zhang Yiyi felt a wave of vertigo, and she seemed to be unable to bear the pressure of these comments.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

She knew that at this moment, she had to remain calm and not be swayed by these comments.

Yet, no matter how hard she tried, those harsh comments still echoed in her mind, lingering.

She felt a wave of helplessness and despair, as if she had been pushed to the forefront and could not escape.

Zhang Yiyi's face turned pale.

She knew she had to respond quickly to quell the sudden storm of public opinion.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself, and then quickly ordered the PR team at Yamato Studios to respond.

Soon, the official account of Yamato Studio released a statement with the title "Solemn Statement on the Militaristic Style Street Project".

In the statement, Yamato Studio emphasized that the purpose of the militaristic customs street is to promote militaristic culture and promote cultural integration, not to forget the ancestors.

History and culture are two different concepts, they said, and should not be confused.

Daiwa Studio has always been committed to the co-prosperous development of East Asian culture, which has nothing to do with historical issues.

However, this statement did not receive the understanding and support of netizens, but caused a stronger group attack.

The comment area was instantly flooded with angry messages, and netizens expressed their dissatisfaction and boycott.

"You're stealing concepts! Promoting militaristic culture? Don't you know how much damage the militarism has done to us? A netizen left a message angrily.

"How can history and culture be separated? You are making excuses for your ugly deeds! Forgetting history means betrayal, and you are betraying the people of the Empire! Another netizen's comment was also full of anger and accusations.

Zhang Yiyi looked at the message on the screen, and her heart was mixed.

She knew that her response had not had the desired effect, but had made the situation worse.

She felt powerless and frustrated, as if she had been swallowed up by this storm of public opinion.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

She knew that at this moment, she had to remain calm and sane and not be swayed by these rumors.

Still, the angry accusations and insults lingered in her mind.

……

As the counterattack of the summer night intensifies, the road to the construction of the militaristic style street becomes more and more difficult.

All kinds of resistance followed, like an invisible giant hand, fiercely choking the throat of Yamato's studio.

Suppliers broke their contracts, partners avoided them, and even workers on the construction site went on strike.

Zhang Yiyi sat in an empty office, facing a screen full of negative comments and accusations on her computer screen, feeling hopeless and embarrassed like never before.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were empty and helpless, as if she had been completely crushed by this sudden storm.

She couldn't understand why the project she wanted to build was so resentful.

Why are those who once supported her now turning against her?

Her heart was full of doubts and unwillingness, but more than that, there was endless fear and despair.

Just then, the office door was rudely pushed open, and a group of uniformed men walked in.

Their faces were serious, their eyes were cold, and they exuded an unmistakable majesty.

"Ms. Zhang Yiyi, we are the staff of the GA Bureau, and according to the information we have, the person who cooperated with you is suspected of espionage, and we hope that you can cooperate with us in our investigation."

The leader is the one who Xia Ye had met with the Mu family on the plane, Zou Tian of the Dragon Group!

When Zhang Yiyi heard this, her heart sank suddenly!

She couldn't believe her ears, and she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her.

Her gaze was filled with horror and helplessness, as if she had seen her future destiny.

"No...... That's impossible! How could I have anything to do with spies? She said in a trembling voice, but there was a hint of weakness and uneasiness in her tone.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Zhang, we are just acting on orders, please come with us." Zou Tian said expressionlessly.

As Zhang Yiyi was taken away by the people of the GA Bureau, the news of the complete shutdown of the Yamato Studio quickly spread throughout the network.