Chapter 54 Rewards

Because this high-intensity, one-line-at-a-time attack is something no normal person could do, once the script started running, onlookers quickly exclaimed in surprise:

"Holy crap, that hand speed and reaction time, is he even real? You've messed with a perpetual motion machine!!"

"Help! Is he using an auto-laning cheat? How is he managing to attack so many people at the same time?!"

"If you mess with him, you've messed with Feng Zi!!"

As Qu Chen read these comments, a vein seemed to throb on his forehead.

The private messages in the background of the "M" account kept getting cleared and then instantly became 99+. He was about to clear them again with one click when suddenly, a somewhat familiar profile picture caught his attention. It was Li Jinyue, the president of the official fan club.

He opened the message.

Li Jinyue's inner thoughts were like a winding mountain road.

Initially, "M's" sudden emergence, with its precise and ruthless style, utterly crushed the haters, and the fan group was jubilant, with everyone feeling triumphant. She herself also felt that she had vented her anger. However, after the euphoria, the fans' keen senses made her quickly calm down and even feel a sense of crisis.

Such a sharp counterattack may feel good in the short term, but in the long run, it can easily be seized upon by the opponent, who can label it as "fan cyberbullying," which will ultimately damage the team's image in the eyes of the general public.

So, with a mix of trepidation and excitement, she went to find "M".

The wording was extremely careful. First, they expressed their utmost gratitude, thanking the big shot for speaking up for them and venting their anger. Only then did they subtly suggest that while this fighting style was satisfying, it might be a little... controversial. Should we consider... toning down this superpower?

After sending the message, Li Jinyue's heart was in his throat.

What if the other person ignores her? What if they think she's being nosy? Or what if they're so engrossed in an online argument that they don't have time to check their private messages?

Just as she was staring at the silent dialog box and internally screaming "Ahhhhh!", the notification sound rang out crisply.

"M" replied, concise and to the point, even with a hint of obedience:

"What do you need me to do?"

Li Jinyue was taken aback. This reaction... was it a bit too cooperative? She tentatively asked, "Um... could you perhaps control the wording of your comments? Reduce personal attacks and try to refute the facts as much as possible?"

The other party was silent for a few seconds, then sent a message that left her speechless:

"Sure, the program runs automatically. I'll adjust the keyword library and counterattack logic."

A program? Running automatically?

"You... are using a script you wrote to fight cybercrime?" she asked incredulously.

"Um."

Li Jinyue took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in her heart, and quickly got into the zone. She realized that this might be a key figure to turn the tide.

"Boss! We don't need to pay attention to those few trolls who are jumping up and down. The crazier they are, the more pathetic we look. What we need most right now is to stabilize our casual viewers and let those who don't know the truth see our quality and Zoothys' strength."

"Could you use your technology to push positive content from my homepage to casual users who might be interested in girl groups? Also, could you focus on monitoring and reporting the most widely circulated rumor posts to reduce their spread at the source?"

As Li Jinyue was speaking, she suddenly realized, "Ah, is it only internal staff who can do things like push notifications...?"

That seems a bit unreasonable.

Before she could rephrase her message, "M" popped up again: "Sure, Weibo has a data push service for its partners. I don't need internal permissions; I'm just writing a program to simulate compliant data scraping and analysis."

This explanation was a bit technical, and Li Jinyue was still trying to digest the words when the next message arrived:

"I will use technical means to make this high-quality content appear more often in the information feed that target users may browse, while focusing on monitoring and reporting core rumor-mongering posts."

As Li Jinyue read these words, it was as if he were on a battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder, and suddenly saw a fully automated air defense and anti-missile system rise up on his own side.

At the activity center in Maicaogou Village, Qu Chen casually picked up a radish cake from a small basket next to him, took a bite, and continued typing on the keyboard with a blank expression.

Well, it's just to repay Grandma for the shredded radish cakes... that's all.

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Filming in Jinsui Township is nearing its end, but the continuous rain has arrived unexpectedly, showing no signs of stopping.

At first it was just a drizzle, but it quickly turned into a downpour, the rain weaving a thick curtain that shrouded the world in chaos.

Fortunately, the team had already completed the outdoor filming a few days earlier, and the entire team moved indoors, listening to the sound of the rain outside the window, to conduct the final reshoots and interviews.

Ling Wei stood by the window, looking at the world outside blurred by the rain, her brows furrowed slightly. Grandma Yu and several other elderly people also stood on the veranda, gazing absently at the almost continuous rain curtain.

"If this rain keeps going on like this," Grandma Zhang muttered to herself, her tone carrying the wariness accumulated from the older generation's reliance on the weather for their livelihood, "we're afraid we're in for a bad time."

Ling Wei followed their gaze and saw several men who looked like village officials, holding umbrellas and wading anxiously in the muddy water beside the drainage ditch along the village road. The rushing water in the ditch was already carrying muddy sand.

An uneasy atmosphere quietly spread as the rain intensified and the village officials' expressions grew increasingly grave.

In the middle of the night, a sharp warning whistle and urgent knocking broke the rainy night.

"Get up! Emergency evacuation! There may be a landslide on the back mountain, and the river level is rising rapidly. It's not safe here!" The village official's hoarse shouts sounded particularly urgent in the wind and rain.

The production crew and the outsiders reacted quickly, organized themselves, put on raincoats, and, guided by staff, moved along the designated route to a temporary resettlement point at a higher elevation.

However, evacuating the villagers encountered difficulties.

Several of the most senior elders in the village, guarding their ancestral homes, refused to move no matter how much the village officials and their families pleaded with them.

Among them, Old Master Wang was the most stubborn.

"I'm not leaving." Old Master Wang sat in the old rattan chair in the main room. "What do you young people know? This mountain is watched over by the Mountain Goddess! Our ancestors have lived here for generations, when has anything major ever happened?"

He pointed to the dark mountain shadows outside the window: "It's all because of your insistence on tourism development, road construction, and earthmoving a few years ago. You must have disturbed the Mountain Goddess! Now look what happened, the Goddess is angry, this is divine punishment! We should stay in the house and sincerely repent, that's better than anything else! Running outside? That would be disrespectful to the Goddess!"

The village official was so anxious he stamped his feet: "Uncle Wang! What time is it? Why are you still talking about this? The soil on the back mountain has already loosened. It's not a matter of whether you believe it or not, it's a matter of science! It's too dangerous!"