Lin Yun was taken aback. He felt that the person on the other end was speaking very professionally. Although he couldn't understand it, the sophisticated language made him decide to give it a try.
"Okay, how much is the deposit?"
Are you sure you want ten million comments?
"Yes."
"Based on the market price, one yuan and fifty cents per comment, you first pay me a deposit of one million yuan."
Lin Yun hesitated for a moment. He was afraid that the other party was a swindler, but when he saw that there were tens of millions in the account, and that it was not his own, he was no longer afraid.
The nerdy guy nervously stared at his account, then heard a "ding-dong" sound—one million had indeed arrived in his account! This excited him greatly, and he called over a group of partners, and they went wild.
"Honey, I've received the money. Tell me, who do you want to scam?"
"Can I ask how much it will cost in total?"
"Fifteen million? That's easy to calculate."
"Aren't you afraid that customers won't pay the balance after the order is completed?"
"Hehe, you can try. Do you believe we can dig up the names and addresses of your ancestors for eighteen generations in a matter of minutes?"
Lin Yun shuddered again and quickly sent a smiling emoji.
"So, dear customer, who do you want to blackmail?"
"Chen Feng, give him a good smear campaign. Anything goes, as long as it gets smeared."
Lin Yun typed rapidly.
On the other side, a group of otaku were stunned when they saw the message sent by the other party.
What? You're smearing my Fengshen? What the hell? You think you can just smear Fengshen like that?
"Brother, do you even know who Chen Feng is? He's my idol, the singer I admire most. You want me to badmouth him?"
When Lin Yun saw the message, he was stunned. Damn it, had he run into a scammer? How could a PR company have idols?
"Aren't you supposed to be a company that specializes in targeting Black people? ... Why the hell are you dividing things up like this and that? Give me my money back, I'll find someone else."
Lin Yun got angry.
"No, brother, you don't understand what I mean. We are a professional company, and we can indeed criticize anyone, but criticizing Fengshen is different."
The otaku typed away.
"Wind God? I'll make your mother a god! Give me my money back! I don't want you anymore! And you say the situation is different? What, is Chen Feng your father?"
Lin Yun was provoked and very unhappy, especially since someone called him the Wind God in front of him, which felt like a series of slaps to his face.
"Dear customer, please don't get agitated."
"I'm not getting worked up. Just give me my money back and that's it. Why are you making such a fuss over me just because you scammed someone?"
"A refund is possible, but dear customer, where did you find a company that can generate millions of comments in three hours?"
The nerdy guy adjusted his glasses, very confident in his company's business.
Lin Yun was taken aback. What the other party said made sense. He had never seen a company that could generate tens of millions of comments in three hours. Although he didn't know if what the other party said was true or false, as long as it could smear Chen Feng, it was worth a try for him.
"Damn it, what's the point of all that talking? You can't exactly criticize them anyway."
When the otaku saw Lin Yun's reply, he realized that things had taken a turn for the better and breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the duck he had almost gotten would fly away.
"Dear customer, our company has never said that we can't blacklist things?"
"Then you said you're a die-hard fan of Chen Feng, and that the situation is different."
"Yes, but I didn't say I couldn't be dark-skinned."
"Then you're dark-skinned."
“I can criticize, but I said I was criticizing Chen Feng, and that’s a different situation.”
Lin Yun stared blankly at the screen, feeling as if he had gone in circles and returned to the starting point.
"Damn it, where did this idiot come from? The situation is different, you fucking tell me, how is it different?"
He was furious.
"Oh my god, you finally asked. I can't make up any more stories."
Lin Yun: ? ? ?
"Dear customer, that was an excellent question. You should know that Chen Feng is currently very popular and has a huge fan base. His songs appeal to almost all age groups, and he has a very wide fan base. It can be said that there has never been anyone like him in the history of Chinese music."
"Based on the above, we say that Chen Feng's situation is different from others. You can understand this customer, right?"
The otaku's fingers flew across the keyboard; those three words needed a prelude. He felt incredibly frustrated, but couldn't bring himself to say them. He was searching for the most opportune moment.
Lin Yun nearly smashed his computer. Damn it, he hired so many professional companies, and this one was the only one that talked so much nonsense.
"Sir, I'm begging you, can you even do this? Just give me an answer!"
"Of course we can, we're professionals."
"I've already paid the deposit, so if you're going to rip me off, then go ahead and do it."
“I’ve emphasized this several times: Chen Feng’s situation is different.”
Lin Yun was completely dumbfounded and collapsed to the ground. This seemed to be the third time he had returned to the starting point.
The otaku from Zhengdaozhiguang Company waited for a long time, but there was no reply from the other party, so he anxiously urged them.
"Dear customer, are you still there?"
"Dear customer, are you there?"
"Are you there?"
No response, absolutely no response.
"Oh no, this deal is off again."
The otaku sighed and looked somewhat disappointed.
"Let's keep asking, just in case they're busy with something else."
"Yes, yes, this is a multi-million dollar deal, enough for us to live on without eating or drinking for the rest of our lives."
......
Seeing the other person's superb chatting skills, Lin Yun finally couldn't hold back anymore, and he completely lost it... no, he exploded.
"ah...."
crackling and popping
Clang, clang.
A perfectly good watermelon computer, worth tens of thousands of yuan, was turned on by his rant and ravages, smoking and its parts scattered all over the floor.
Then, Lin Yun looked at Zhao Ya Shuang...
"Ugh... I'm vomiting..."
It started raining outside, a light drizzle, and there was a rumble of thunder.
After a while, the rain outside gradually became heavier, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Moments later, a sudden storm arrived, and the earth instantly turned into a muddy mess.
The heavy rain lasted for a long time. As the thunder gradually subsided, the rain stopped and everything returned to calm.
The little people on the road started running wildly. This awful weather, it's better to hurry home.
Inside the hotel.
Lin Yun pushed Zhao Yashuang away, showing great impatience.
Men are all like this; once they enter saint mode, they don't love anyone.
Zhao Yashuang wanted to continue comforting Lin Yun's heart, but seeing his impatient look, she could only pitifully cover herself with the blanket.
The rain outside gradually stopped, the windows were covered with water droplets, and a thick fog rose from the distance.
Lin Yun looked at the distant mountains, eagerly anticipating the sight of Chen Feng being trampled under his feet. He had spent all 150 million; this was a special mission given to him by his uncle Yang Zhi, which he had successfully completed.
"This time, Chen Feng, just you wait, I will definitely defeat you."
He was talking to himself, his face filled with anger and resentment.
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