Chapter 83
It was only when Xiao Yuan was talking excitedly and incoherently that Chen He finally understood what had happened.
After Yu Aiai fell from the building, condemnations of "comics forcing people to commit suicide" came in waves, and the platform's customer service phone was flooded with calls.
There were also many reporting calls made to a certain department.
A certain department noticed the online public opinion and interviewed the person in charge of the platform.
Yes, it was the boss, not Xiao Yuan, who went to a certain department for tea.
Although Xiao Yuan had signed a letter of responsibility, the boss did not sacrifice his employees at the critical moment and stepped up responsibly.
The boss argued his case, but a certain department refused to give in, and the comics were taken off the shelves.
Recently, the popularity of a comic has boosted the number of clicks on other works on the platform, and the platform's revenue is considerable.
As soon as "Prophecy from the Other Shore" was removed from the shelves, its revenue plummeted.
The company's legal department said that the family of Yu Er's original victim might come to pursue responsibility and claim compensation.
The boss was worried and stared at the company's account sadly every day. He had hallucinations that the money he earned was flying away, and his head became even balder.
Until that day, a long secretly filmed video appeared on the Internet, and the suicide by jumping from a building was turned into a murder case. Countless bloggers used the long video as material and edited short videos of "reversal and revelations", which became popular on the Internet.
Only then did people realize that the comics did not wrongly accuse Yu Er at all, and the plot of pushing Chen He off the cliff was actually a murder in reality.
Qiu Yue's death also became more confusing, and people were eager to find answers through comics.
But the comics were taken down.
This time, the phone to a certain department was flooded with calls. The complaint mailbox received emails that were all complaints about me.
However, regardless of whether the cartoons match reality, the social impact is too great.
The comics seemed to have an unusual guiding power, and one had to be wary of such works.
So a certain department still insists.
The calls and questions online are getting louder and louder. Netizens said:
Some departments ignore real crimes, but use drastic measures to deal with minor offenders.
[If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who raised the problem.]
Some entries became hot searches on various platforms.
#Comics were forced to be removed from shelves after revealing shocking truth#
#Relevant departments are suspected of shielding the real culprit, and the cartoons have become victims#
#The comic exposing the darkness was suddenly removed from the shelves. Who is the power behind it?#
As the saying goes, a certain department has also tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied.
Fortunately, we have the power to remove trending searches, so we can still fight.
During this time, they suddenly discovered a problem.
In the early days, a large number of people who posted the argument that "comics force people to commit suicide" were actually a large-scale and organized internet troll army.
Someone hired internet trolls to manipulate public opinion and force the comics to be removed from shelves.
One department analyzed that most of it was malicious competition among peers.
A certain department was furious that they were being used as a pawn.
The notice was quickly sent to the platform, and "Prophecy of the Other Shore" could be put back on the shelves. However, it was necessary to pay attention to this and that, and abide by this and that...
"Don't worry about this or that. The boss will support me even if the sky falls." Xiao Yuan said firmly, "Just update it as quickly as possible. Who knows, one day it might get pulled off the shelves again."
She emphasized again, "More is more!"
Chen He sighed.
Xiao Yuan's voice immediately became nervous: "What's wrong?"
“I don’t know how to continue painting.”
"Don't do that!" Xiao Yuan panicked.
She remembered something and raised her voice again, "Oh, by the way, the company has been so busy lately that I haven't been able to pay last month's royalties. The backend has settled the money today, and you can withdraw it. Take a look, maybe you'll get some inspiration."
After the call, Chen He opened the backend manuscript fee settlement page.
She gasped.
He stood up, grabbed his phone, and rushed out of the studio.
Song Zhou was sitting in the living room playing with his phone. He was startled and put his phone on the sofa. "What's wrong?"
Chen He walked up to him with shining eyes.
Song Zhou thought she had discovered something and panicked, "What...what are you doing?"
Chen He said nothing and held the phone in front of him.
"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, hundred..."
Song Zhou counted the digits. Unable to believe his eyes, he counted again.
Suddenly he pounced forward, hugged Chen He's legs, and looked at her from bottom to top with watery eyes.
"Master. From now on, no matter what you ask for, I will satisfy you."
"I want to eat braised pork tonight!" Chen He said in a strong voice.
"Okay, Master. I'll prepare the most luxurious and supreme braised pork in the universe for you."
Chen He jumped onto him, and all her worries were temporarily gone.
The only way to relieve worries is to get rich quickly.
Xiao Yuan was right. Shortly after seeing the manuscript fee, Chen He suddenly came up with a solution to break the dilemma.
She walked out of the house and came to a very retro telephone booth not far away.
Public telephone booths are rare nowadays, but there is one in this historical and cultural district for tourists to check in and take photos.
And the phone really works, just insert coins.
Chen He's pockets were heavy with coins from home.
She walked into the phone booth.
There was a note next to the phone: Insert a coin for a 3-minute call. You could insert 8 coins at a time, enough for 24 minutes of talk. If you didn't finish the call, you could keep inserting coins.
She put in 8 coins and dialed a mobile phone number. Her voice was calm and cold, and she spoke in a businesslike tone:
"Hello, I'm from the Civil Affairs Bureau, in charge of elderly care services. Is this Ms. Sun Luohua?"
"That's what's going on. We are collecting information on elderly people who have lost their children.
"Let me check your situation. If you meet the requirements, you will receive some living allowances and support for your retirement."
On the other end of the phone was Qiu Yue’s mother, Sun Luohua.
She couldn't wait to shout, "I definitely meet the requirements!"
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