Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

Ruan Fei also became excited:

"That bastard Zhang Li, to save costs, never bothered to properly manage the comments section!"

"He usually has a bunch of random, low-quality accounts. I reminded him to clean them up before, but he complained that I was meddling!"

"Now he'll know what it means to have your poisonous insects backfire!"

Cui Hao realized what was happening and quickly sat back down to access the database.

"Yes, yes, and there's also a private messaging section, the artist's profile page, and a comment section for their work!"

"Those guys who're into having sex love going to these kinds of places!"

As he spoke, he directly connected to the temporary database used for testing and started writing query statements on the spot.

"Girls in college, door-to-door service, daily competition, Cangjing Changkong..."

Type in a string of keywords one by one.

The search results popped up instantly.

Several hundred.

Let's try a different keyword.

Several hundred more.

Ruan Fei and Cui Hao's eyelids twitched as they watched, they were so excited they were practically steaming.

the other side.

Liu Yifei and Shu Chang were just there to watch the show and listened from the sidelines.

But as they listened, their expressions changed.

They originally thought that Jiangbei's so-called "finding a way" was nothing more than hiring a lawyer, issuing a statement, having a big fight with the other side, and at most writing a sarcastic post to curse back.

But this guy didn't follow the rules at all.

They're spreading dirty water online.

He neither wiped it nor offered an explanation.

He retaliated by digging deeper into the comments section, intending to bury the entire website.

This is no longer a counterattack.

This is called flipping the table.

Liu Yifei glanced at Shu Chang subconsciously.

Shu Chang was also looking at her.

Both girls saw the same meaning in each other's eyes—

This person is truly ruthless.

No, it can't be called black either.

To be precise, it's because my brain works too fast.

Zhang Li is still using a few negative posts to criticize Jiangbei and praise Huang Yangtian, while also boosting the popularity of the cover song website.

In Jiangbei, they've already started figuring out how to handle his funeral arrangements.

At this moment, Jiang Bei looked up at the time and immediately began issuing orders.

"Third brother, dig up all the illegal information on the cover song website right now, including the comment section, private message section, singer's homepage, and works page. Scan it all, collect evidence, screenshots, screen recordings, and archives. Don't miss a single one."

"Boss, contact Xiao Jian and ask if he knows anyone at the Beijing Information Management Bureau."

"It would be best to expedite the process."

"This time I'm going to have my cover song on the table within three days."

Jiang Bei's phone vibrated as soon as he finished speaking.

Two words suddenly appeared on the screen—

Guo Jian.

Ruan Fei's eyes lit up, and he almost burst out laughing:

"Holy crap, speak of the devil and he appears!"

Jiang Bei had barely answered the phone, not even having uttered the word "feed," when Ruan Fei lunged forward and shouted into the phone:

"Hey kid! Do you know anyone at the Beijing Information Management Bureau?!"

On the other end of the phone, Guo Jian was visibly taken aback.

"nonsense."

"We're all from the same system, how could I not recognize you?"

"So, tell me, who are you trying to mess with this time?"

The question, "Who are you trying to mess with this time?" immediately put everyone in the room to their senses.

Jiang Bei, Ruan Fei, and Cui Hao all leaned closer to their phones almost simultaneously.

Ruan Fei rubbed his hands together, speaking rapidly:

"The cover song website has dug up a bunch of solid evidence of their dirty laundry. The comment section and private message section are full of vulgar jokes and sexually suggestive content used to attract traffic. They're trying to give the admins a big gift."

There was a half-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Guo Jian's side also clearly got excited.

"Perfect!"

"The information management department is currently conducting a special rectification campaign, and they're using internet community content governance as a prime example!"

"They're worried about not having the technology and manpower to dig deeper."

"If your material is good enough, the cover song website will be a ready-made sales package!"

"Make the information more detailed: time, page, account, content, screenshots, screen recordings—give me everything."

"I'll hand it over to you first thing tomorrow morning!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of everyone in the room lit up.

Ruan Fei and Cui Hao were excited.

Liu Yifei and Shu Chang were both completely shocked.

They had just thought that the programmers in Jiangbei were plotting dirty tricks in their room.

Looking at the results now—

This is hardly the act of plotting underhanded tricks.

They've even paved the way.

The cover song website is still using a few negative posts to stir up trouble, criticize Jiangbei, and praise Huang Yangtian.

Little did they know that they had already been packaged up and were ready to be sent to the letter manager's desk.

Before everyone could even process the words "special rectification" and "ready-made typical examples," Guo Jian had already spoken again.

"Oh, right."

"I didn't call about that trivial matter of the cover song website."

His tone shifted, revealing a hint of barely suppressed smugness.

"The endorsement deal with the 'Fairy Sister' has been finalized."

With just one sentence, the room fell silent instantly.

Liu Yifei, who had been standing to the side with her arms crossed, trembled slightly upon hearing this.

Guo Jian clearly had no idea that she herself was sitting right next to Jiang Bei, nor did she know what the bottom price she had casually quoted Jiang Bei was. She continued to quote prices on her own.

"Old Guo personally negotiated the price."

"Endorsement fee, plus ten songs as a package deal—"

Guo Jian paused deliberately.

Five million.

The air grew still.

Ruan Fei, who was originally half-bent over and close to his phone, froze upon hearing the number.

Cui Hao was about to return to his computer to access the database when he took a step forward, but then froze in place.

Jiang Bei himself was taken aback.

He had previously estimated that three million was already outrageous enough.

As soon as Guo Jian opened his mouth, the amount nearly doubled.

But Guo Jian was clearly not finished speaking.

He clicked his tongue on the other end of the phone, his tone smug and self-satisfied.

"Also, we've secured three million in funding for the upcoming musical."

"In other words—"

"Endorsement plus song, five million."

"Musical, add another three million."

"The eight million plate, take it on!"

With a loud bang.

This time, not only Ruan Fei and Cui Hao, but even Jiang Bei felt as if he had been hit hard in the head.

Five million for endorsement.

A three million investment.

The total is a full eight million.

In both his lifetimes combined, he had never negotiated such a large deal.

Ruan Fei's mouth hung open for a long time, and after a full two seconds, he turned to look at Jiang Bei with a look of utter disbelief, his voice trembling:

"no……"

"Sixth Brother, did I hear that right?"

"Five million for an endorsement? And he even brought in three million in investment?!"

Cui Hao's version is even more outrageous.

He stared at his phone, as if trying to see through the receiver whether Guo Jian was drunk. His lips twitched for a long time before he finally managed to utter a sentence:

"Young Master Guo..."

"Is your dad going to discuss a project or rob a bank?"

Guo Jian on the other end of the phone burst into laughter.

"Robbing a bank is nowhere near as lucrative as this."

"So, now you know how valuable your godfather is, right?"

"Come, call me godfather."

"And kowtow to my godfather while I'm at it."

Ruan Fei gasped, his mind reeling.

"Holy crap..."

"No way, you little rascal, that's way too much!!"

"Move!"

"That's mobile!"

"You've forgotten our initial expectations; we thought three million was an incredible stroke of luck!"

Cui Hao was also stunned, and nodded repeatedly:

"It's more than three million! I originally thought I'd be lucky to land a one million endorsement deal!"

"And you immediately gave us five times the amount?!"

"And he even casually brought in an investment of three million?!"

On the other end of the phone, Guo Jian was flattered and felt incredibly pleased with himself, laughing with obvious smugness.

"Now you know who your big brother is, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get me to say 'godfather' right now."

"If we wait any longer, I'm afraid you'll get so excited that you'll forget how to behave."