Chapter 636. Luo Yihang's "Cannon"

That's what I mean.

I don’t care whether he can succeed or not, I just want to see through it.

It's no big deal to watch the fun, I'd rather beat the dog brains out.

Oh, this business.

Those who are stirring up trouble on the Internet are actually just a makeshift team.

Judging from those cases, most of those who do the work of water army are small groups of five or six people.

There is a strong underworld atmosphere.

If you pay homage to a big brother and bring a few younger brothers with you, you can become brothers and hang out in the underworld.

My brother invested some money, bought a few hundred second-hand mobile phones, and made a few shelves.

The younger brothers had to work hard as electronics workers.

This kind of small group must never encounter any problems, no matter whether it is about money or difficulties. Once something happens, all the brothers and sisters will be gone and they will break up at any time.

There are very few people like the one who introduced Wuguliu who can clean up his name and open a relatively legitimate marketing company, run a bunch of marketing accounts, and take on some publicity and hype work.

They also registered a company, arranged for me to start working and paid for my social security.

It is precisely because of these water army gangs and those who engage in shady business that they can only hide in the sewers like rats, and they will scatter at the slightest sign of trouble.

What if you meet someone like Luo Yihang who doesn't play by the rules, cheats, sows discord, beats and threatens, and even engages in cyberbullying?

Alas, I originally just wanted to scare those gangs who took the jobs and slandered others.

If you fail to pay attention and expand the attack range, it will become a map cannon, which will cause turmoil in the industry.

Forget it, let it be turbulent, just consider it your bad luck.
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In this incident, the water army can only be regarded as accomplices and subordinates.

They are not the real owners.

The mastermind is the big breeder, and Luo Yihang hasn’t taken any action yet.

The big germs can no longer bear it.

Big Breeder has had a hard time these days.

They also have water armies. Whenever they post something, fans will immediately rush to post comments crying and shouting, saying things like [The truth], [Not many people are willing to tell the truth], [Support], [Good analysis], [What does a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan matter]...

Those who flatter and praise others to create an atmosphere are all electronic migrant workers who are just sitting on the shelf.

Real people? There aren't that many of them.

They rely on data to attract people who are unaware of the truth, and they are easily deceived and believe whatever they are told.

As a result, the navy is now in turmoil.

No more orders.

Even if I could take the order, I wouldn’t dare accept theirs.

Everyone knows that Cat Head got mad because of this gang. They were right in front of him and he was still working. Suddenly his identity was exposed and the police arrested him directly at the door. He needs to be sentenced.

Is that a cat? That's a tiger.

Who dares to touch the tiger's butt at this time? Don't you have any expectations for this beautiful world?

Do you really want to die?
The result is.

All of a sudden, all the big germs' underwear was stripped off.

After carefully preparing a piece of content and sending it out, only a few people, big or small, are left to flatter you.

Where are the fans? Where are the praises? Where are the people who cry out for conscience, greatness, and the courage to speak the truth?

Why are they all gone?

The data is ugly, not at all like a million-dollar celebrity.

Hey, I also bought the millions of fans.

Without the internet trolls creating the atmosphere, more and more people came to curse them.

The big breeders followed the usual practice of deleting, blocking and reporting the posts.

Why are there so many today? I’m busy with the big germs and I can’t delete them all.

It's understandable that one thing gains while the other loses.

Wait until the big germ has finished its hard work and take a look.

Damn it, the comment section is empty.

The few living people he had were completely exposed this time and all ran away after being scolded.

The comment section is very clean, with few likes and no data at all.

Why should the platform give you traffic? A vicious cycle is involved, and when you settle accounts in the middle of the night, your performance is not up to standard.

The superior scolded me and deducted my salary, performance deduction and bonus.

As for where the money is deducted, it’s none of your business.

Luo Yihang actually guessed one thing. The planners and the executors were not of the same mind. They each had their own thoughts.

The people in charge now have the power. They don’t care about your big plans or programs. You will be removed from your position in two years. How can you control me? You should hug those who deserve your support.

But when the big germs finally settled the accounts, they found that all their work was in vain.

I am still grateful for this, the growth, the twists and turns, and for the sake of my career I should not care about personal gains and losses.

I really can't go on without brainwashing myself.

When it's late at night and everyone is asleep, with tears in my eyes and wrapped in a small blanket, I'll go to my dreams to find his "heaven on earth" where he lives in a big house and drives a luxury car, and gets paid for doing nothing~~——
How pitiful the big germs are.

It would be better if he was more pitiful.

The previous mess with the navy was just cleaning and tidying up the house.

Those big breeders hid behind the high walls of the small courtyard and didn't come out. They just kept chattering to themselves and playing their own games. Who could do anything to them?
Luo Yihang.

You're hiding and not coming out, right?

It is better to chase the poor bandits with courage, not to be a famous scholar!
If the mountain doesn’t come to me, I will go to the mountain.

Set up the artillery and blast it! Tear down its wall!

Come out and demolish the wall with your heavy artillery!

Next to Han Yun's office in the office building, another office was rented.

Wuguliu personally escorted the car, carrying the high-tech equipment that he claimed had achieved a qualitative breakthrough and could change the industry landscape, and was busy here for a whole day.

Finally the installation and debugging was completed, and Luo Yihang was invited to come for acceptance.

In fact, Wuguliu is not the type of person who works in the navy.

He is upstream and sells equipment.

The suppliers of dry ash products are not like a store that sells to anyone.

You need to get introductions from people, have single-line contacts, be inspected, and have a guarantor.

That's why he is the most informed.

So there are no colleagues at all, and there is no online sponsor who would sell it for 100,000 yuan.

Pure instigation.

Moreover, Wuguliu felt no pressure to betray that group of people and sold them out easily.

What's wrong with the navy? The navy is also divided into different levels.

Wuguliu said that the "excellent practitioners" in their industry position themselves as Internet mercenaries, working in the entertainment industry and participating in business wars among Internet companies.

People like those who fawn on the big breeders are looked down upon by those who do the dirty work.
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As soon as I heard that the equipment was installed.

Luo Yihang drove here directly with Xiao Zhao.

Go into the office and take a look.

Wow, this set of equipment has a really mixed style.

There is a sci-fi-style operating table against the wall at the door.

A large triangular table, a desktop server, and four monitors hung in a field shape.

There is also a laptop and a secondary screen on the table.

On the other wall were shelves, the kind used in warehouses, with shoebox-sized boxes lined up side by side.

There are twelve on each floor, for a total of five floors.

There are sixty boxes in total, and the wires connecting the back are as tangled and dense as a spider web.

There is also a vertical air conditioner blowing towards the shelves.

There are only three things in the whole room.

There are also three people.

In front of the operating table, a familiar-looking Hanyun technician was busy working.

By the window, Chu Jie, who had come over earlier, and a tall, thin man with a dark complexion, sat on a chair and chatted.

Man as his name suggests.

This dark-skinned man must be Wuguliu...

(End of this chapter)