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The canteen was abuzz with noise, but she turned off her screen and began to feel so nervous that her mouth went dry. The voices around her ears gradually faded away, becoming a blur, while the sound of her heartbeat in her chest grew clearer and clearer.
At the window, the canteen auntie looked down and called out.
âWhat will you have?â
Li Yang had no idea in her mind to count her place in line, nor did she hear her friend Mei Mengqi speaking to her clearly; she looked up blankly after hearing a muddled repetition.
âLi Li, whatâs wrong with you?â
âItâs nothing.â She shook her head.
Just then, her phone buzzed, nearly scaring the soul out of her. Li Yang was a bit afraid of Xu Qingyan, who was even more inscrutable in his dealings than the fruit shop owner.
When he wasnât smiling, his expression was as serious as a nail board. If it were discovered that she still wanted to get a part-time job, she would likely be scolded mercilessly.
âYou call this nothing? Youâre breaking out in a cold sweat.â Mei Mengqi was shocked, reaching out to touch her forehead, âYouâre not sick, are you? You can take a day off.â
She ignored Mei Mengqiâs extended hand and glanced at her phone.
Brother: âFine, freshman part-time jobs arenât reliable, just a way for the student council to skimp on people. Iâll look around for you, and youâll hear from me in a couple of days.â
With a sigh of relief, Li Yang finally exhaled.
â¦..
Xu Qingyan drove to the underground garage of Pei Muchanâs second apartment complex, while sending a message to the goofy Shen to come downstairs, he called Zhou Mian.
âHello, Brother Xu.â
âYeah, Zhou Mian, can you find contact information for high-quality water army?â Xu Qingyan got straight to the point, âHelp me with something, keep it a secret.â
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mianâs voice immediately became hazy.
âGive me a second.â
The sound of hurried footsteps came through, and then there was silence on the other end. It seemed like the speaker was being covered by a hand, and when it was abruptly released, there was a brief sizzling sound.@@novelbin@@
âBrother Xu, who are you planning to target? Bai Jinze?â
âIâm not targeting anyone; I quite like an artist.â Xu Qingyan lied without batting an eye, âIâve made some money recently and want to get some positive drafts for him.â
He was certain that aside from Bai Jinze, almost nobody knew that during the love reality show live, the person continuously buying negative articles and water army to sabotage him was Ji Chen.
âBuying positive articles? Brother, youâve got the leisure for that?â Zhou Mian was dumbfounded.
âAh, you wonât understand⦠oh no, you probably do get it.â Xu Qingyan sat in the car, his left hand caressing the steering wheel, spouting nonsense.
âFalling for a star isnât my fault, just like nobody can resist the charm of a female broadcaster.â
Zhou Mian: ââ¦.â
Truth be told, he had nearly picked the mountain clean. The embarrassing past that was exposed by his cousin the day before had become his running joke today.
âWho is it for?â
âThe leader of the Xiliang band, that little rock⦠little prince, you know about him, right?â Xu Qingyanâs voice seeped through, âHow is the price for a custom positive article calculated?â
Ji Chen?
Zhou Mian was utterly confused; just yesterday Brother Xu had inquired about Xiliang, and now heâs talking about positive articles. It was obviously fishy just from thinking.
Brother, this isnât right.
But even if he sensed something, he wouldnât say it outright, pretending to be ignorant.
âYou need to create a template for the article and then specify requirements. The price varies from high to low. It mainly depends on how much money Brother Xu is willing to spend, but most are around tens of thousands.â
âThereâs basically no upper limit, but by default, itâs capped at a million. Typically, there are designated people handling the operations.â
âIâll send you the draft now, and you take care of the rest, starting with a hundred thousand.â Xu Qingyanâs eyes didnât blink as he tossed out the money.
âWeâll see how it goes afterward, based on the results.â
âAlright, you sure you want to do this?â Zhou Mian asked again.
âYeah, I love rock music.â
After hanging up, he transferred a hundred thousand yuan to Zhou Mian and asked him to start contacting the water army. Then, he selected the file from his transfer assistant and forwarded it to Zhou Mian.
Upon opening the Word document, there were four or five drafts.
One headline read [Sobbing, Ji Chen was insulted as a waiter when he was young, and still finds it hard to move on], while another was even harder to keep a straight face.
[Gentle to the bone, I want to have children for Brother Chen].
[The premier figure in contemporary rock! Ji Chenâs explosive live performance! The heavenly sound that impregnates your ears], [The shining star of Shaguo rock, Brother Chen deserves a grand temple].
[A lucid mind in a human form, Brother Chen speaks the insider truths of the rock circle, a diligent and clear-headed person truly intoxicates others].
About a minute later, Zhou Mian sent a voice message.
âBrother Xu, did you write these? Thatâs⦠freaking disgusting, what on earth is âa face as tender as a watermelon, pure unparalleled beautyâ and even âexplosively praisingâ?
âIâm about to throw up. Brother Xu, after so many years in the entertainment industry, I thought Iâd seen enough cringeworthy praise in articles, but youâve managed to gross me out.â
Listening to Zhou Mianâs retching complaints, Xu Qingyan couldnât help but laugh heartlessly.
âDare to ridicule my geigei! What do you mean by that?â
âNo, Brother Xu, are you serious?â
âIâve already transferred you the money, could it be fake?â Xu Qingyan sent a voice message, âThrough wind and rain, thereâll always be fans guarding him; too many people are speaking ill of my geigei.â
âAs a ten-year fan of rock and Chen, unsolicitedly, after making a little money, I must vindicate my idol. I want everyone to know that our iChen doesnât look for trouble, nor is he afraid of it.â
Zhou Mian: âBrother, please stop, I canât take the awkwardness.â
âWhat do you mean by that, what are you suggesting?â Xu Qingyan, sitting in the Audiâs driverâs seat in the underground garage, pressed the voice button to send a message, watching Shen Jinyue bouncingly approach.
âIs it not enough money? Iâll add another fifty thousand for you. You must get my geigeiâs fame out there. Do you have any idea how hard-working he is? You donât know!
Xu Qingyan thought to himself that he didnât know either, but does it matter? It doesnât.
âIn any case, donât reveal my identity, and you keep yourself hidden too. If anyone asks, just say youâre a decade-long fan and thatâs it.â
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