If you have a hundred, and I have a hundred, soon we'll have tens of thousands, heading straight for tens of millions.
There may be few foreigners, but there are over two hundred countries!
Furthermore, many people in Yan also joined in the fun and secretly paid to download a copy.
Even the Emperor paid, and posted the payment record in his subsequent defense; otherwise, this approach of arriving upon hearing the news would have been flawed.
The blogger was still out having fun with friends, talking at length about how, after the trial, the company in Yan would definitely kneel down and obediently teach him their technology.
Friends hear this all the time, and they're getting a little impatient.
This time, I couldn't help but retort: "Didn't you swear before that the technology of that company in Yan Country was all fake?"
"Why are you now thinking that they've already handed over their technology?"
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, but fortunately, a barrage of calls from friends eased the embarrassment.
However, all the news that came through the phone was bad.
The blogger was devastated. He logged into the backend and found that he couldn't delete it no matter what he did. He contacted the website company, but they couldn't solve the problem either. He could only watch helplessly as the download count skyrocketed at an astonishing rate.
This person is so thoughtful; they even kept a record of download data.
However, upon seeing the number, the blogger felt even more heartbroken.
How long has it been? An hour? Over 80,000 downloads?
Multiply by one hundred, and his usual advertising fees were much less than that.
He used his territory and popularity, but didn't earn a single penny. He couldn't catch his breath, and with the effects of alcohol and his embarrassed mood, his vision went black and he passed out.
Friends: ...Is this still a burden?
While he was in a coma, the data spiked, which must have caused him even more angina.
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