Folk customs begin with Wu Caishen

Chapter 71 Meeting with an undercover agent

It has been 9 days since the announcement of the game update. After the unrestricted dissemination of "Desolate Lord" content on the Internet, various video and dating websites have become extremely popular. There are more than 6 million related forums, discussion groups, and group chats created, and prospective players will conduct online discussions. , collect guides, and non-players will also join in to prepare for becoming players in the future.

The most active among them are undoubtedly the five major gaming organizations...

Bought by Navy.

Shi Xin’s Bilibili strategy account hasn’t posted a video for 2 months. The private messages in the backend are full. 9 days ago, they were urging her to release new videos or recommending games to her. 9 days later, they all turned into invitations to join the organization and questions to her. Whether to accept advertisements or not.

The one who is most willing to take action on this is the Compassion Temple, the one who promised to join the organization and receive a subsidy ranging from 1000 to 5000, and a bonus of 600 for each person's head.

Send a video to 1 people and give another 60 if the completion rate exceeds 1%.

A financial sponsor like this who doesn't care about the number of views can simply be described as being taken advantage of.

This is just for an inactive up owner with 80 fans. The price of a Douyin blogger with a higher daily activity can be doubled.

There will also be "personal statements from the organization staff" appearing in the major comment areas, describing their personal experience of joining the Mercy Temple, and boasting about the benefits and treatment after joining. Finally, there is another sentence - nothing can be said to be more real than giving real money directly.

Shi Xin could not agree more with this.

If her faceless clothes can make her so rich, does she still need to come up with random ideas to increase her fame?
"So Sister Shi, why do we need to improve our reputation?" Zhang Su asked while adjusting his clothes, "Wouldn't it be better to protect the identity of the faceless master by keeping a low profile? If we really become bigger and stronger, wouldn't there be an endless supply of enemies? "

"No matter how low-key you are, one day you will be exposed. It's not scary to have many enemies. What's scary is that they dare to treat you as an enemy."

Shi Xin was about to explain what he meant when he turned around and saw Zhang Suzheng looking seriously in the mirror. His face was filled with questions: "Why are you dressed so formally?"

It had been 13 days since the game update was announced. On the weekend, the two of them came to the memorial ceremony with members of the tennis club, which was a top-floor conference room of a public hospital.

Zhou Binghai's black and white portrait was surrounded by a wreath. His parents stood aside, their red and swollen eyes were exhausted. The pain of losing their son had dried up their tears, leaving two moderately deep tear marks, and even their hair was in a mess. She didn't take care of her, and she looked indifferent and lost in front of the people who came to pay their respects.

Shi Xin took advantage of the time when the members of the tennis club were mourning and went with Zhang Su to the vacant VIP ward next to them to wait for others.

"Don't I want to leave a good impression on my undercover brother?" He turned around and showed off his slicked back hair, "How about it? I combed my hair specially this morning, are you in good spirits?"

Zhang Su's appearance is not bad, he is about 1.8 meters tall. Not only his appearance is suave, he also has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He has a dignified appearance. Without his boring bangs, he wears a casual suit, which gives him a yuppie temperament. , is an example of a person relying on clothing, a horse, and a saddle.

"The hair style is good, keep it up. The clothes are not good. Don't wear clothes that are not suitable for fighting in the future. Talk less and smile less." Shi Xin really commented, "Do the whole thing, don't look too hard, it's better to scream People feel like you’re thinking all the time.”

"Ah? Are there so many ways?" Zhang Su frowned, "Who is a serious person who has nothing to think about?"

"Are you implicating me?"

"Oh my god! How dare I, Sister Shi?"

Halfway through Zhang Su's words, there was a knock on the door of the VIP ward.

Shi Xin glanced at her phone and saw that Xu Fanjia had not sent her a message, so she got up and went to open the door in person.

The person coming is Huang Lin.

"Sister Xin, everyone wants to leave after paying homage. Let me call you."

"So fast?"

"Well, because Zhou Binghai's parents don't seem to welcome us."

Shi Xin remembered that those two people were indeed a little weird, and of course it was not ruled out that it was because they were too sad.

"You guys go first, I'll leave by myself later." After seeing Huang Lin off, Xu Fanjia sent a message saying that he would be arriving soon.

Shi Xin thought he was arriving at the memorial service right away, but he was pushed open shortly after the door was closed.

Xu Fanjia hurried in and locked the door behind his back. He also wanted to look out through the peephole, but was forced to give up because there was no peephole on the door.

"what happened?"

"I'm afraid they will follow me. After all, I'm the only player here this time."

Xu Fanjia took off his peaked cap, revealing a delicate and handsome face. His clothes were loose and suitable for fighting. His basketball playing figure was stronger than the average person. He was aware of his position and his operations were meticulous. Such a comparison simply overwhelmed Zhang Su.

Zhang Su hid back with a guilty conscience.

"Ouch! Is this Brother Zhang? My name is Xu Fanjia, you can just call me Xiao Xu!"

As soon as Xu Fanjia caught Zhang Su's eyes, he took the initiative to shake hands with him, showing his surging desire to make friends: "I've heard long ago that you are powerful, Brother Zhang, and today I saw you are well-deserved! We will be comrades from now on. If you want anything, please Please let me know, Xiao Xu, I will accept it without any hesitation!"

Seeing the way the other party nodded and bowed, Zhang Su was stunned, thinking, does he have such a big show?
Immediately he was filled with joy: "Brother! One family does not speak the same language as the other! Since you are willing to call me Brother Sheng, I will satisfy you with whatever brother you want from now on! I will do whatever it takes to help my brother!"

Shi Xin watched the two of them fall ill, but was not moved by the oath of friendship. He just felt that they looked too much like spirited young men.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

She raised her chin to Zhang Su and said, "Stay outside. I have something to say to Xu Fanjia."

After Zhang Su reluctantly went out, she motioned Xu Fanjia to the window.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Thank you, sister Xin. I am best at doing this with just a few words." Xu Fan opened the window and spoke sideways, "I just don't understand. Why is this happening? Is Brother Zhang a social terror?"

"No."

Xin Xin has not yet figured out the background of Zhang Su, but his behavior today is too abnormal. People only dress up carefully on occasions that they consider important. When Yuhe Village introduced him to Gouwa, he paid so much attention to the first-come-first-served younger brothers. The order should be the same this time.

It seems that there is a high wall called "class superiority" in his heart.

As to why this happened, Shi Xin was not sure, but she knew that the first thing she had to do was to ensure a smooth meeting today.

"Where is the Holy Son?" she asked.

"I haven't seen him. He's not with us. He may have to wait until he comes."

"Is it impossible to arrive before you?"

"This..." Xu Fanjia hesitated, "I'm not sure, but I heard from people in the church that the Holy Son arrived before us."

Speaking of this, he also felt strange: "Why was there no one at the memorial service when I came?"

This topic didn't stay for long. The more Xu Fanjia thought about it, the more something was wrong. He said with a solemn expression: "Sister Xin, I think something will happen later. How about we withdraw first?"

"Withdraw?" Shi Xin raised his eyebrows, "Why? What I'm waiting for is special circumstances."

(End of this chapter)