sinovels Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Zhu Jun was lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep right away. After tossing and turning for half an hour, he still took out his IPAD and logged into his Weibo account skillfully. Hundreds of unread private messages.
He is not a star, but he has hundreds of thousands of fans - he is a big fan of Anrui's fan circle, he has followed Anrui for nearly ten years, and he is like a Poseidon pin in the Anrui fan circle.
Zhu Jun first clicked on the private message, scrolled down, and replied to the private message from Anrui's official support club: "I haven't lost fans, I went to play games a few days ago, I will post a Weibo later, don't worry."
Zhu Jun ran to his game interface, took a screenshot of Krypton Gold's progress map, specially cut the title of the game, and then cut to the Weibo interface, edited the copy, and clicked send.
An Rui is my brother:
What's the noise, I went to play games, and by the way, I'll take a promotional position for you Rui on the krypton gold list, and where are the bulls, ghosts, gods and demons who spread rumors, and labor and management have lost their fans.Black fans are going to hell, and I won't take off my fans.
The accompanying picture is a 108888 krypton gold progress bar, and the name of the game is "Anrui is the most handsome in the world".
Zhu Jun refreshed it casually, and sure enough, a group of fans rushed to hug and post in the comment area.
He switched back to the message reminder interface, first looked at the contents of a bunch of people Aite, and found that someone was holding plausible evidence, picking up the similarities between him and the star's new big fan in the anonymous forum, and finally downloaded In conclusion, saying "An Rui is my younger brother" has quietly lost fans.
This wave of black tactics is very skilled. First, they took the rhythm on the anonymous forum and found out that "An Rui is my younger brother" Weibo has not yet been launched, and then directly expanded the battlefield to Weibo, and the marketing accounts that have received money have also taken screenshots. Unify the black draft, and the next step is to direct the attention of the people who eat melons to why "An Rui is my brother" will lose fans, and then continue to spread rumors about An Rui.
Zhu Jun sighed, and found Anrui's manager Wang Qin's WeChat account in the proficiency, and replied to her: "I clarified on Weibo, let's buy a hot search."
"Okay, it's been arranged, are you still playing this account?" Wang Qin replied quickly, obviously paying close attention to the fandom.
"I'm still playing for the time being. If I want to get away one day, I will give you the number directly, and your staff will finish the operation."
"It's better for you to play this account and post updates occasionally. Do you still remember your other trumpet? Fen Yun just took over less than three days ago, and someone guessed that the sub-cutaneous is a replacement."
"That's because he's stupid, he can't even play the memes that fans love to play, so what kind of fan luck is he?"
"……Hey."
Zhu Jun didn't reply to Wang Qin again, he refreshed the hot search pool, and sure enough, he found a new warm-up topic #安瑞大粉不解粉#.
Zhu Jun directly edited his own Weibo, added a topic, and posted a new Weibo separately. He familiarly dug out nine of the latest beautiful photos from the phone album, and copied a passage directly from the notepad with the words. The 130-character rainbow fart, with a topic, just doesn't need to watch passers-by to click to see more.
He posted a comment in the comment area, brought up the topic, and began to "command" loose powder, bring Anlitu to shop the square, heat up the hot search, change the copy by himself, don't use the same; keep an eye on the square's popular marketing account, heat up and turn praise.
Within a few minutes of this comment, hundreds of fans gathered and replied "received".
这条热搜在热搜池里预热了不到10分钟，开始爬微博的主热搜榜，42→38→23→18→13→11→8。
Zhu Jun cursed a few words, got up directly from the bed, switched accounts and opened the button group managed by the support club, and directly went under the skin managed by the online publicity group and the anti-mafia group.
"The hot search has entered the first ring, are you awake?"
"Awake, Strawberry Jam, don't you want to prepare your graduation thesis? Why are you still staring at Weibo, go to bed quickly." The subcutaneous reply of the online publicity team.
"Don't worry, sisters, all ten anti-mafia groups have issued notices, so hurry up and write your paper." Subcutaneous of the anti-mafia group followed suit.
——Strawberry Jam has been banned from speaking for an hour by the group leader "An Dao Dao".
"Hurry up and write your thesis, dear." The president of the support club pushed Zhu Jun's trumpet down like a child, and began to arrange related work in an orderly manner.
Zhu Jun looked at the group for a while, then switched to Weibo to scan around the square, and then logged in to the anonymous forum, using his long-established GuaZhu account to post a bunch of mixed news, which successfully diverted the attention of netizens.
After completing this series of work, #安瑞大粉不解粉# climbed to the top of the hot search, he scanned around and found that the popular marketing account has been controlled by Anrui fans, the official anti-black station urgently issued After posting 100 pieces of content that needed to be anti-criminal, the enthusiasm of the fans below was very high.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and skillfully found a bunch of colleagues who scolded him for "acting in a show" in the latest private message, but he didn't reply to a single message, and blocked each of them.
In this quiet late night, An Rui was on the hot search, and as An Rui's ex-boyfriend, he was still working hard to fight against the gangsters for him. It was ridiculous to think about it.
Zhu Jun lay down again, he closed his eyes, and An Rui's face was in front of his eyes - he probably won't be able to sleep tonight.
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The next day, with dark circles under her eyes, Zhu Jun took a taxi to send Zhou Lan to school. Zhou Lan carried a schoolbag by herself, looking a little cramped.
Zhu Jun saw it in his eyes and intended to comfort him, but he didn't sleep all night last night, so he really didn't have the strength, so he could only let Zhou Lan adjust his mind.
The admission procedures are not difficult, Zhu Junqiang pushed Zhou Lan to the door of the classroom and said: "Study hard and make progress every day."
Zhou Lan's eye circles were red, and she whispered "Thank you brother" and turned her head into the classroom.
Zhu Jun didn't have any rich emotions, he yawned, walked slowly towards the stairs, and happened to bump into an acquaintance.
"Sister Qin, why are you here?"
"An Rui asked me to come, he has a gift for you."