Chapter 161: 160. The Hooligan’s Black Technology (Third Update)_1 Chapter 161: 160. The Hooligan’s Black Technology (Third Update)_1 Yu Shixiong felt displeased, he started to look down on the two middle schoolers stirring up trouble in the circle when he found out, which is why he posted so many professional critiques.
In the past, all it took for Yu Shixiong to suppress a singer’s arrogance was to say a few words, a result of blindly worshipping high-end levels after the cultural industry’s backwardness.
It’s like in a group of beggars, if one has a fixed begging skill and can get two extra buns every day, the other beggars would admire him and ask to learn his technique.
Hmm, that was Ren He’s assessnt.
But in Ren He’s eyes, after experiencing the flourishing entertainnt culture industry of his forr life, he found these people ridiculously like choosing a billionaire among beggars.
If mories of entertainnt could be converted into wealth, “I’d be rich enough to rival countries, okay?”
It’s just that there was a Divine Punishnt System suppressing him, not allowing him to do as he pleased…
Yu Shixiong grew angry as he looked at that “I am Yang Xi’s die-hard fan” leading the charge against him online, picked up the phone and made several calls: “Hey, Hu, did you see my post? Haha, I was just casually offering so pointers to the younger generation, but they didn’t appreciate it! You should also hop on and say a few words!”
Within minutes, several composers jumped out simultaneously online to criticize Yang Xi’s nine songs, from professionalism to artistry, a unified critique!
That’s when netizens began to wonder, what’s happening? Why are so many big nas criticizing at the sa ti? Could it be that there’s actually sothing wrong with these songs?
Ren He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw this. The netizens might not notice, but could he be clueless? This was clearly calling for backup!
Where there are people, there are circles, and as a gold-dal composer, how could Yu Shixiong not have a few friends? And his peers are inevitably of similar caliber.
Since he opened his mouth, no one would want to embarrass him over a newcor who hadn’t even made a strict debut, right? And those songs indeed had so issues, speaking the truth, so everyone started posting unanimously. This way, the online attitude began to shift a bit!
Ren He scoffed, these so-called issues in the songs were a joke, what song doesn’t have flaws? It’s like picking bones out of an egg!
If you’re going to form cliques like this, then don’t bla for being ruthless!
Ren He put on his jacket and left the house at 1 a.m., not bothering to drive but instead hailed a taxi: “Driver, please take to the nearest internet café at your fastest speed!”
The driver asked, “How fast? If you have special requirents, it’s going to cost you.”
“I’ll tip you an extra 50,” Ren He joked, “If you can get there within a minute, I’ll give you an extra 100!”
“Deal!” No sooner had the driver agreed than, in less than 20 seconds, he pulled over, then pointed out of the window to a spot less than 5 ters away: “We’re here.”
Ren He was dumbfounded; he had never been here before and didn’t know… that the damn internet café was right next door! Bloody hell, you knew it was just beside us, didn’t you? Such a rip-off!
He asked sowhat frustratedly, “Driver… do you believe I was just kidding?”
“Hehe, I don’t,” the driver said, smiling gleefully.
Ren He, feeling a headache as he looked at the driver’s smug face, thought, well, disbelief it is then. He had just gotten out when the driver, tucking the money into his pocket and ready to drive off, started crying before he could shift gears…
It was then that Ren He felt his 100 bucks were sowhat well spent… after all, he hadn’t used his new skill, Tear Potion, in quite so ti and was a bit itchy to do so. Take care, driver!
Ren He entered the internet café, observing the lively scene at 1 a.m. in Capital, everyone intensely engaged in their RPGs, he stood at the door and slamd the cash from his wallet onto the counter, then shouted, “Who wants to make quick money? Fifty cents for posting a comnt! Cash on delivery!”
50-cent cyber troops, Ren He was quite nostalgic for this term. In his previous life, these internet rcenaries dominated the cyber world with unmatched aggression. They moved sideways like crabs! A single comnt cost 50 cents but, as long as the investor had money, they could make you cry!
In this world, however, no one knew what cyber troops were yet! Ren He looked at those netizens who ca to sign up and started to sneer with satisfaction. Yu Shixiong, you guys like to gang up, don’t you? Well, tonight you’ll see the power of my black technology: the 50-cent army!
Yu Shixiong and others were chatting in their small private ssaging group, laughing and saying, “With our combined efforts in posting comnts, it seems the entire entertainnt industry might tremble, huh!”
“Haha, whether they tremble or not, we have definitely enough clout to shock them!”
“That’s good too, it allows other people in the circle to see our influence.”
They relished this sensation, as if they were holding the power of life and death over others. What do most n seek if not the power to rule the world when awake and the comfort of beauty’s lap when drunk? The event that day provided them with imnse satisfaction.
But at that mont, they suddenly noticed that hundreds of brand-new IDs burst onto their posts all at the sa ti: Yu Shixiong the Ruffian, Yu Shixiong the Pretender, Unspeakable Stories between Yu Shixiong and His Daughter-in-law, The Tearful History of Yu Shixiong, The Dark Past of Yu Shixiong…
It wasn’t just Yu Shixiong—every composer involved in posting had corresponding IDs appear below their posts!
These IDs posted comnts at a ferocious pace, each one with a clear line of attack, focusing solely on Yu Shixiong’s jealousy of newcors. It didn’t matter if the comnts were repetitive; the point was to keep them coming.
They weren’t aiming for quality, but quantity!
As the regular comnts began to get buried under a mountain of insults, it got to the point where one could no longer see any normal comnts in their posts. Yu Shixiong and the others were dumbfounded by the overwhelming barrage of insults they faced.
What has this world co to? Has everyone gone mad? Where did all these people co from?!
Is there no law left?!
At this ti, Ren He was standing in an internet cafe with a gaphone, systematically saying, “First and second groups target Yu Shixiong—everyone else, improvise. We’ll focus on the composers’ jealousy of the new talent. Stay on topic, show no rcy, and feel free to be more venomous. Making them cry would be ideal!”
“Got it! We’ll listen to the boss!”
“Thanks, boss!”
At that mont, the internet cafe owner returned, carrying bags full of skewers and beer. All staff except one who was left to mind the store had been called out by Ren He to buy skewers. Ren He swiped his card for ten thousand yuan as paynt to the internet cafe owner, who could hardly believe his luck, earning thousands in just a few minutes!
With the at and drinks in place, the cyber troops fought even more fiercely. Who could ask for a better job than one where you could earn money, curse people out, and have at and drinks?
At first, those who weren’t short on cash didn’t want to join in, but gradually they began to feel that it wasn’t about the money—it was just damn fun!
So much so that eventually, the entire internet cafe joined the forum to flood it with comnts, leaving Yu Shixiong and his cohorts completely unable to cope!
This form of fla war was truly refreshingly vulgar!
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