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As Song Yan expected, once you enter that house, you can't get out.
Those few are all workaholics. For work, they can not eat, drink or sleep. With David's "accompaniment", Song Yan contacted more than 200 bloggers, big and small, on the list.
Because of the limited time, David asked her to tag the blogger who was chatting within ten sentences. Those who can cooperate with the public relations plan stay, and those who cannot, just pass directly.
The bloggers who were passed by her will be further screened by david. If there is one he likes, he will use his trumpet to contact the blogger. Song Yan didn't know before that david had seven different vests, and each vest had at least 50,000 fans under the skin.
Song Yan seriously doubted that it was the number he bought, but after a random check, it was all his own. When he was an undercover reporter as a reporter, the account he opened has never been invalidated.
"Your vest has a lot of fans under the skin, why do you have to use my trumpet? It's not easy for me to accumulate so many fans. You are blowing up my account!" Song Yan limp by the wall, wanting to cry tears.
After staring at the mobile phone screen for three hours, her eyes were almost dazzled. Can't you equip her with good equipment if you use people to work? All of them are either laptops or tablets, just her, using a mobile phone!
What's more, it's still an old-fashioned phone that can type two-word cards for three seconds.
"Who told you to post the essay before me?" David smirked.
The copy of the public relations has been prepared long ago, but Song Yu has been refusing to release it, saying that the time has not come and it is not appropriate to mess around. Who knew that this little ancestor directly forced Song Yu to change his plan.
Song Yu didn't dare to let Mo Li know about this matter until now.
"Okay, okay, continue to post small essays. Then go chat with 'Zeng Yujiawei', don't reveal your identity at the beginning."
"David" Song Yanjiao dragged down a small ending, and David hid beside Song Yu reflexively.
If Miss Tsundere acts coquettishly, someone must suffer.
"Work hard" Song Yu roared, and Song Yan shrank into a small ball, writing a small composition with a bitter face.
She wrote:
Yesterday, after the essay was released, many people sent private messages to scold me. I don't quite understand why they think I'm lying when the facts are different from their expectations.
Lin Ya fell into the water in the reservoir last year, which was actually suicide. Lin Ya's parents have always been very strict with her, and she has been a so-called "other people's child" since she was a child. Her parents considered her their plaything and tool, and she couldn't go west if they wanted her to go east.
In Lin Ya's mother's mourning hall, her father even beat her. (ps: There is evidence for this.)
The relatives of Lin Ya's family are also very good. Her grandparents have four daughters and one son. Her grandparents have been using their own pensions to subsidize their sons and grandchildren, but rely on their daughter to provide for them. Lin Ya's aunts usually don't come to see the two elders, nor do they pay alimony.
The living expenses and medical expenses of the two elders are borne by Lin Ya's mother. Lin Ya's father was particularly dissatisfied with this, and forced Lin Ya's mother to have a son at the age of forty. Lin Ya has been struggling in such a family environment. She has always believed that no one in this world loves her, and no one will love her.
She tried her best to meet her parents' expectations, but all she got was stricter requirements.
The pain Lin Ya received from her father was far greater than the love.
Later, Lin Ya's mother died in an accident. Her grandmother also tried to use her mother's insurance compensation to pay off her son's gambling debts, and her father wanted to use the money to perform surgery on his son.
At that time, Lin Ya's mother's tomb was bought with a loan from her attorney. Because of lack of money to treat his son, Lin Ya's father originally planned to bury Lin Ya's mother's ashes on the barren hill.
Because when buying the cemetery, Lin Ya's father and several of her aunts went to Kris to make trouble. They thought that Lin Ya and Kris had an improper relationship between men and women, and wanted to use this as an excuse to ask Kris for money. But in fact, Lin Ya's lawyer lent her the money.
When Lin Ya's family's best relatives came to make trouble, Kris lost his temper. Anyone who is close to Kris knows that this guy is very dull, has strong insensitivity, and basically does not lose his temper.
This part is written here, within two hours, the number of fans has risen to 300,000, and two more parts have been added.
Finally, here are two short videos for you. After reading it, you will know how bad Lin Ya's original family is and how miserable Lin Ya is.
After uploading the small composition, Song Yan was completely exhausted.
very hungry!
These people don't make people workDo you want to eat?
"Song Yan, your sentence of increasing fans and adding updates" Song Yu suddenly paused to reply to the text message.
"Anyway, if the number of fans doesn't increase so much, I won't update it. I'm exhausted from Code Xiaozuo, what kind of official language are all the materials you gave meit can't be used at all." Song Yan pursed her small mouth and covered it depressedly abdomen. When can I go to eat!
"Next time, remember to write the number a little bigger, otherwise the essays will be too dense, and your coding speed will not be able to keep up!"
Song Yu pointed to the constantly changing numbers on the screen. The number of her fans was growing exponentially. It is expected to reach 300,000 followers in 30 minutes.
"You guys this is you bought zombie fans!"
"That's for sure, to build momentum in the early stage, you must ask for some help. You can't think of this, what's your brain?" Song Yu rolled his eyes, put the phone back into Song Yan's hand, and signaled her to continue writing small essays.
"You said it yourself, you need to add two more parts. Hurry up and code."
"ah¡¡"
After a wail, Song Yan fell down from the stool sadly. It was really bad luck that even the stool was right for her.
Small composition, small composition, why did she write that small composition!
Contrary to expectations, in about 15 minutes, the goal of gaining 300,000 fans was completed. Although there are also reasons for zombie fans, the growth rate of loose fans is too abnormal.
Song Yu and Aivia fell into silence together, who is going to end up, and what is their purpose!
Song Yan has tens of thousands of private messages, of which 60% are scolding Lin Ya, 30% are watching the excitement, and less than 10% are complaining about Lin Ya.
Most people think that this is a small composition to whitewash Lin Ya, and it is designed to sell miserable characters.
But no matter whether they were scolding Song Yan or watching the excitement, everyone was surprisingly consistent in their behavior of urging updates.
[The goal of increasing fans has been achieved, why not add more!] ¡¿
[Blogger, are you a fan?] ¡¿
[Add more updates, hurry up. Are you unable to make it up? ¡¿
[There is no material, why not add more!] ¡¿
[Sure enough, it's here to earn traffic. It's all gone! ¡¿
David put the comments on Weibo on the big screen, and specially made the font bold.
"Xiaoyan, if you don't update, others will think you are a liar!" Qiao Nuo challenged.
Song Yan rolled her eyes, "Shut up!"
Reminder, you have to be moral!
Who is a liar!
Press the Enter key, and two thousand-word short essays are freshly released. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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