Green Hills Studio decided to post a rhythmic post in Jiujiu’s circle as expected.
However, just as predicted, it had no effect whatsoever. It hardly stirred any emotions and the millions of fans passing by treated these posts as if they didn’t exist.
Even if they managed to push the posts to the top with effort, no one ca to view them, as if everyone naturally knew they were from the water army.
After waiting painstakingly long for so replies, all they got were comnts like: [Silly studio], [Chicken among cranes water army], [Rhythm-leading reverse master]. Not a single person bothered to look at the content; everyone was enjoying themselves in the top posts.
Therefore, the studio had no choice but to hastily convene a small eting.
“In her own circle, nothing we say can cause any ripples. This approach won’t work in her forum.”
Futile efforts were not Green Hills’s style, so they decided to proceed with Plan B.
They then went to a larger circle to stir up public opinion. As long as more people beca curious about this matter and flooded into Jiujiu’s live stream, the inquiries would increase, and the strear could not ignore them.
Once she responded, the rhythm would begin.
Then a girl raised her hand: “Will the sa situation as before happen again?”
This question imdiately reminded everyone of the disastrous outco of the previous round of operations.
They had worked hard to stir up a tidal wave of public opinion, only for countless waves to crash into Jiujiu’s fish pond.
It was an extrely unsuccessful black-hat marketing campaign.
“No, this ti we’re not focusing on the taste. We’re just bringing in so passersby who are curious about this strear’s face.”
“There are many malicious people on the Star Network. This ti, we won’t target the food circle; we’ll go to other circles—”
No matter what era it is, as long as there are people and thoughts, there will always be those who want to watch the excitent.
“We’ll bring those people in.”
With this statent, everyone felt it was feasible.
The girl wanted to say sothing more but decided to keep quiet.
The eting dispersed, and everyone returned to their workstations to tidy up.
“What were you about to say just now? The leader has made the decision. Are you trying to lose your job?”
“…I don’t know.” The girl grabbed a handful of her own hair. “I just feel like what we’re doing as black-hats isn’t right.”
“Actually, I think that strear’s live stream is quite normal, and she’s a good person. Her fans are decent too, and she manages everything well…”
“So what? It’s not like they’re paying you extra. If you’re getting paid, don’t think too much about it.”
The young girl sighed and packed up her things, ready to start a new round of actions when she got ho.
For so reason, she felt no psychological burden doing these things before, but now she couldn’t shake the feeling…
Perhaps it’s because they’ve tasted her food? Or perhaps it’s because that strear is indeed very young.
Seems even younger than herself.
There are also people in the studio who share the sa thoughts, but they’re mostly young.
—
That night.
In Jiang Qiuqiu’s circle, the “grassroots beauty contest” was still ongoing.
This ti, Green Hills Studio took a different approach. Instead of targeting food circles, the second team’s water army went to so lively and entertaining communities, starting to post a series of eye-catching threads.
[Counting how those not-so-good-looking strears make money—]
[With just a mask, you too could beco a strear making millions a day.]
These people always love to watch a commotion, and just like that, under the operation of Green Hills’s water army, a lot more curious spectators who wanted to see Jiang Qiuqiu’s true appearance indeed appeared.
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