19 Asking After the Headquarters of the Marketing Accounts

Yanlos, Century Plaza.

This was the edge of the entire city. Once a boss had invested money to build a plaza here, hoping to boost the economy of the suburbs. However, the surroundings were filled with unfinished buildings, and no one moved in at all.

Century Plaza and an office building next to it were also abandoned because of this. Weeds grew everywhere, making it seem like an abandoned Buddhist temple. Bad characters of all kinds gathered here.

A man in a black hoodie, who was about twenty-five years old, parked the accumulator vehicle downstairs. He hurriedly jumped off the vehicle and rushed into the office building.

He did not take the elevator. Instead, he climbed to the third floor through the safe passage and did not have time to put down his bag that was slung across his shoulder. He ran excitedly into the office in the corner.

"Brother Wei, Brother Wei, good news! Our efforts have paid off. Someone has already boycotted 'Battle Through the Heavens' and requested for it to be banned!" he yelled.

"Well done! Ah Mao, give me the data quickly!" a voice replied.

Behind the desk sat a short man who was impeccably attired. He looked like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. If he hadn't heard the sound, Ah Mao would have thought that there was no one in the office.

He took out a folder from his bag and respectfully pushed it in front of the short man, before standing at the side excitedly awaiting his praise.

This was the headquarters of the Live Water Marketing Group. The short man's name was Wei He, and he was the boss of the entire group.

Although the word 'Group' sounded very scary, its scale was only equivalent to a studio. After all, they were working on the Internet. One person could control 100,000 Internet marketers and make money by maliciously smearing others.

Wei He held the folder and looked at the data on it. He couldn't help but nod. "The four or five marketing accounts that we operate have achieved good results. Just two simple articles have stirred up the emotions of the netizens. The results are much better than the last time."

Ah Mao had been waiting for the leader to say this. He patted his chest and said, "I have been chasing after 'Battle Through the Heavens' for a long time. I am the clearest about the weak points in it! I know what the people who are jealous of its results are thinking, too!"

If one had to say, Ah Mao was one of the people who were jealous. In essence, his job was no different from that of a web novelist. They both produced content that the public liked to read and then benefited from it.

However, the work of web novelists was simpler. They were only responsible for the readers. Everything they wrote was fiction. The emotions about the characters would not allow the readers to bring them into real life.

However, Ah Mao was different. He wrote marketing copies which seemed to bring up some phenomena, but in fact, were trying to sow discord, describing the world as either black or white.

They had received similar jobs before, although the target was not online writing, but a person. It was the girlfriend of a certain male in an idol group.

That male artiste had debuted in a talent show. He had been marketing himself as someone from a poor family and worked hard, so he had attracted a large number of female fans who were overflowing with love for him.

However, not long after he became famous, he began to expand his sights. He had seen women of all kinds in the entertainment industry and wanted to break up with his girlfriend, whom he had met when they were young. Because of this, he was ruthless to that girl while entangled amongst his female fans.

It was not until this male artiste was caught by the paparazzi on a date with a fan in an underground garage that the girl found out that her boyfriend had cheated on her. Then, she had exposed her identity as his girlfriend on the Internet and released their chat logs, causing that male artiste to be unable to redeem himself.

It was supposed to be a simple scene of a scumbag man cheating on his girlfriend. However, the male artiste's company would definitely not stand idly by. They quickly found the Live Water Marketing Group and asked them to go to the girl. they discredited her identity as a victim and exposed her personal information, home address, and work unit.

Then, they helped the male artiste play the victim card, leading fans to harrass his ex girlfriend. This caused the girl to be so stressed out that she committed suicide by cutting her wrists.

As for whether she was saved or not in the end, Ah Mao did not care after receiving the bonus, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

After reporting his work, Ah Mao stood in the office and did not leave, rubbing his hands expectantly.

Wei He glanced at him and said, "What are you standing here for? Are you waiting to eat candy?"

Ah Mao didn't eat candy. He wanted money, so he kindly reminded, "Brother Wei, while the data is good, hurry up and ask for money!"

When he said this, Ah Mao was full of confidence and thought, "Who cares if you're an online writer with 100,000 subscribers. You're still miserable because of me. You probably don't even know who to cry to right now."

After being reminded by him, Wei He slapped his thigh. "Luckily you reminded me. It's time to ask Lei Yong for money. He didn't give me all the money from last time!"

He picked up the phone on the table, licked his lips, and was about to call Lei Yong.

At this time, an unfamiliar number called first.

Wei he stared at the number and thought it was a business call. Without thinking, he picked it up.

"Hello, Living Water Marketing Group, this is Wei He."

"So you are Wei He." The sweet female voice sounded like the sunshine in spring, which melted his heart. It sounded like it belonged to a great beauty.

Wei He raised his eyebrows and immediately straightened his back, making a thin and long bubble voice, "I am Wei He, May I know who you are?"

"Ha, I'm looking for you! Now I order you to immediately put away your marketing number and stop discrediting 'Battle Through the Heavens' and Netland!"

Wei He, who was still having a wet dream a second ago, was provoked by this order. He smiled wretchedly and said, "Miss, what do you mean? Why don't you explain it to me in person? Hehehe."

Wan TingFu on the other side of the phone was disgusted by his greasy voice. "This is my advice to you. You can ignore it, but just you wait!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Wei He threw the phone on the table and said mockingly, "Are you trying to scare me? Little girl, if you have the ability, come to me and I'll show you how powerful I am."

Ah Mao's curiosity towards the caller was overshadowed by Wei He's greasy smile. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and urged, "Brother Wei, we haven't gotten down to business yet!"

"Buzz, Buzz, Buzz --"

Wei He's phone rang again.

"It's not over yet!" He hmphed twice. The curse words were already on the tip of his tongue.

When he saw the caller ID, his face instantly turned pale. His phone suddenly turned into a hot potato.

"S-southeast Media?" He stuttered.

This media company was consuming the cream of the crop. They had taken over the distribution of the entire Southeast region's culture, entertainment, media, publishing, and other industries. They represented the official management of the Southeast region's cultural environment.

Normally, it would be wishful thinking for Live Water Marketing Group to get close to Southeast Media. However, now that they had taken the initiative to call, an ominous cloud hung over Wei He's head.

The worst thing was that he had to answer the call.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

The female voice that he had just heard two minutes ago sounded again. "Wei He, do you still remember my voice?"

Wan Tingfu's cold voice was no longer the honey of spring, but the cold wind of winter, which made Wei He tremble.