After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Chapter 612 - 602: Questioning Trends, Ginger Jujube Tea

"You’re really sothing, kid. You’ve only been at the studio for less than a week, and your post has already gone viral. You won’t be lacking in bonuses this month—you better treat us to a al then!"

Zhang Yao was jolted awake by a pat on his shoulder, and when he heard the word ’viral,’ he snapped to attention.

Last night, he had intended to do a review of the celebrities attending the Yuan Charity Gala. However, he was beaten to it by a senior colleague at the studio. As he was fretting over a new the, he noticed the two most talked-about figures at the gala, Jiang Lingxi and Gu Qiantong, had posted invitations to the International Fashion Town event online at almost the sa ti.

One was voted the best on the red carpet that night, and even their autograph beca a hot topic because soone actually tried to steal it and got caught on the spot. A personally drawn auction item of theirs even sold for a ten million high price—they were basking in their success.

The other one was even more extraordinary, spending billions to acquire two antique centerpieces, earning the nickna "Heiress" from everyone online, and their social dia accounts gained over a million followers overnight.

After opening the invitation photos posted by the two of them and comparing them with those of other celebrities, a bold idea popped into his head.

He got right to work, operating with great output until late into the night. He copied the post and clicked publish on his account, watching the view count soar by the second thanks to Jiang Lingxi and Gu Qiantong. The adrenaline chased away his fatigue from staying up all night.

It wasn’t until mid-morning when his colleagues returned to the studio with so food for him that he finished eating and finally passed out, only to be woken up again.

He opened his computer, which had been in sleep mode, and before he could check today’s trending topics, he saw his private ssage box flashing.

He clicked it open.

Jiang Lingxi’s manager, Tong YueV: [Thank you.]

Zhang Yao: "..."

Did they send this to the wrong person, or did they get confused in anger?

But neither really mattered.

Without much thought, he closed the private ssage and found a trending topic closely related to him in the middle of the trending list.

#JiangLingxiFashionGalaInvitationQuestionedAsFake#

The first image and text were the ones he posted at midnight.

He rembered his post had over ten million views before he went to bed, and now it was approaching fifty million.

The comnts had soared to over a hundred thousand.

The lingering drowsiness vanished without a trace.

He worked hard all night comparing the patterns and fonts on the invitation and even restoring the mosaic-covered parts—the workload was not small.

But at this mont, all that effort was worth it!

He clicked on the comnts.

His fingers trembled with excitent as he opened them.

[You can tell the blogger really put in effort from all those comparison images; otherwise, no one would have noticed such details.]

[Jiang Lingxi’s team isn’t good at faking things—they got exposed right after posting. Do their faces hurt now?]

[I read the blogger’s post, but I’m still a bit confused. If she didn’t receive an invitation, she just didn’t get one. If Jiang Lingxi keeps doing well, she’ll get an invitation eventually, why bother faking one?]

[Did she get drunk last night and act impulsively?]

[It’s been almost a day, and Jiang Lingxi’s team hasn’t responded. Could it be true?]

[I trust Jiang Lingxi. Who said invitations must be identical? There are differences between VIPs, regular VIP guests, and exclusive VIP guests—you could tier invitations too!]

[Co on, seriously? Gu Qiantong’s family background is solid, and her invitation only has a handwritten note more than others. Jiang Lingxi, a bankrupt heiress, can’t possibly carry more weight than Gu Qiantong, right?]

[I’m just waiting to see if Jiang Lingxi will show up at the International Fashion Town.]

[Ordinary people can travel to the International Fashion Town too. Maybe she’ll go as a tourist, take a few street photos, and barely pass for having been there, haha. The key point is you need an invitation to stay at the official event hotel.]

[You can enter the hotel as a guest’s plus one or escort—maybe she found soone willing to take her. Any plans for a tracking report? Anyone going?]

...

Zhang Yao was tempted.

If he could continue tracking this, could he leap into the ranks of famous bloggers with just this one post?

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seed.

He liked the comnt that gave him this idea, closed the comnts, and opened a docunt to write an expense application for the studio’s boss.

International Fashion Town, here I co!

*

Jiang Lingxi had no idea soone was plotting to beco a blogger with millions, even tens of millions of followers using her. At that mont, she was pouring tea for the ever-so-grateful Changning.

"Thank you, Sister Lingxi." Changning took the tea and drank it in one gulp. "You were right again—those two are just awful. They picked the exact ti when everyone was heading to the cafeteria after school to kneel to An’an. This moral coercion is probably not their first ti; they’re pros at it!"

"What did An’an say?"

"The girl really lived up to your expectations. Hearing her talk back to her bastard aunt was so much like you, haha. I think her bastard aunt was stunned—didn’t expect An’an to fight back so hard."

Jiang Lingxi nodded, satisfied. "That’s good, thanks for making the trip."

"Why are you being polite with ? I quite like An’an too."

Footsteps approached from the door.

The two at the tea table turned to look simultaneously.

As Changning quickly stood up, Jiang Lingxi discreetly swapped her tea for ginger date tea.

Half of the red carpet event last night was outdoors, and though her dress was reasonably thick, it was still much thinner than the cotton and down coats others wore.

Plus, she was emotionally stirred by the Xu Ling’an matter. She didn’t get back to Xiyuan until late, and she had to remove makeup and wash up, going to sleep around dawn, waking up with hints of a headache.

Soone had insisted: This ginger date tea is the only tea she can drink today.

Though her surna was Jiang, she truly disliked edible ginger!

"Sir, Sister Lingxi, I’ll head back now. Call if you need anything."

Changning said and swiftly left.

Shen Yunqing sat in Changning’s vacated chair.

He looked down at the teacup with just a bit of tea left, "Qingshan Yunwu?"

Jiang Lingxi remained unfazed, sipping a bit of ginger date tea with a frown as she swallowed, "It’s for Changning."

Shen Yunqing didn’t expose her; instead, he changed cups and poured himself tea. "Feeling any better from the headache?"

"Much better."

Whether it’s true or not, she didn’t want to drink ginger date tea again tomorrow!

"The Bai Family’s eldest called ."

"Behind his mother’s back?"

"Yes."

"Looks like he can’t take it anymore. The old lady is about to be deserted by her family!"