Mrs. Gu is getting divorced every day

Chapter 81
Han Qingmei deserves to be the top agent, and her efficiency in handling things is first-class. A group of black fans who turned on the group mocking mode were overwhelmed by waves of trolls when they first appeared on the Internet. Crying in the corner.

Chu Yun looked at the continuous stream of sailors on the screen, and she was very comfortable giving praise to each sailor while driving the trumpet, and her mouth seemed to be grinning.

"It's the first time I found out that Shuijun is so easy to use." She put down her phone slowly, and turned her head to stare at Han Qingmei who had been writing something on the computer, "Sister Han, what are you doing?"

"Ask the top fan to help manage it." Han Qingmei replied helplessly after a while, "The unemployed black fan is an uncertain factor, and your own fans must not get angry with her, it may be premeditated."

Chu Yun puffed her cheeks and did not speak, she continued to stare at her phone, and the situation on Weibo was changing again and again.

Somewhat lacking in interest, she gave a thumbs up to a hot search for a new drama released by a new male star, and soon paused with her hands hanging in midair, and fell silent.

Zhuzhu is cute: Hehe, the unemployed black fans who came out before are really idle and have nothing to do. You just lost your job and Hei Chuyun. What kind of side can you get with Hei Chuyun? I think you are deliberately picking things up. bad.

The only hot comment has been liked by nearly [-] people. Under the Weibo vote [how to treat netizens losing their jobs because of black Chuyun] released by a certain marketing account, netizens from all walks of life have already assembled. It seems that Just wait for the Lord to show his face.

Chu Yun wears a small vest and eats melons and watches the show below, and the hot comments below are all scolding the boss for not being able to see the facts clearly and only knowing to defend Chu Yun's remarks.

Chu Yun couldn't help touching her nose, and spoke a fair word for the strategist. He was quickly submerged in the wave of cursing again.

She looked helplessly at the unpredictable tone of the netizen, and the ambiguity at the corners of her mouth quickly smacked down.

The cute netizen named Zhuzhu suffered from cyberbullying.

"Sister Han, I think something is going to happen on Weibo again." Chu Yun put down her phone, speaking with a sense of loss.

Han Qingmei's heart was full of alarm bells, and her eyebrows were raised in an instant: "What should I say?"

Chu Yun moved her mobile phone over and pointed to the bad comments below the poll that had completely dominated the screen.

Netizens speak freely, and every sentence seems to be poking into the hearts of other fans. Finally, a few discerning people came out to calm the matter down, but a few words were not worth a thousand troops, and they were quickly confused. disappeared.

Things are going off the rails.

Han Qingmei's slightly pale face turned black in an instant, and Chu Yun pressed the tip of her tongue against her roof.

"Sister Han, I think it's best to get in touch with that fan first. A little girl just stood up and said something fair, which is a big blow to her psychology..."

Chu Yun spoke a little hesitantly.

Listening to her words, Han Qingmei sighed, seeing Chu Yun's bright face, she didn't know what to say, why did she have such an entertainer on her face?

"I'll get in touch with the black fans, and I'll talk to you when there's a result." Han Qingmei resigned, "You don't need to worry too much. Just a few 10 minutes won't cause trouble."

Chu Yun nodded, and gave Han Qingmei a trusting smile: "I don't worry if you handle the matter."

Han Qingmei: "..."

Han Qingmei's work efficiency is first-class, and the miscellaneous matters in her hands are basically transferred to the public relations department, while she takes the initiative to contact the fan.

Fan Zhuzhu is cute. Even though he was bruised all over by the language on the Internet, he still didn't log out of Weibo. He responded quickly to Han Qingmei's news.

Cute pig: Hello Ms. Han, what can I do for you?If there is no urgent matter, can I go offline first?
The other party quickly responded to the message, and the methodical greeting was no different from ordinary people, but the last sentence carried a sense of retreat
Han Qingmei lowered her eyes and continued to type: Hello Miss, I am Chu Yun's manager Han Qingmei.I'm sorry, because of the unhappiness between Chu Yun and the black fans, you have suffered cyberbullying. We will explain and clarify as soon as possible. Do you need compensation?

Zhuzhu's cute Weibo soon disappeared, and Han Qingmei's knuckles tapped on the computer desktop lightly.

Chu Yun moved a chair and sat behind Han Qingmei. After waiting for a long time, there was still no reply from the other party.

She pursed her lips, passed Han Qingmei, and exited the chat interface first.

The hair fan quickly sent a private message, and Chu Yun squinted her eyes, her expression suddenly turned pale.

A few minutes ago, the black fan made a statement on the previous incident on his private Weibo.

His words did not appear to be fierce, and his posture was slightly lowered, but there were insinuations and insinuations in his few words.

"As for the matter that I lost my job because of slandering Ms. Chu Yun, I hope you don't continue to delve into it. As for some irrational fans, I don't take it to heart. I just hope that Ms. Chu Yun can take good care of her in her spare time. , at least don’t make them look so aggressive.” Chu Yun read out a few lines during the period, unconsciously tinged with a little mockery.

What the black fans said was a little ambiguous, some of them were indeed reasonable, and some of them were motivated by the intention of spreading rumors, pulling out some unfounded things, and putting shit on the fans.

Han Qingmei, an old fritter, instantly saw something was wrong, and snorted lightly: "I'm also a smart person, and I speak in a way. Although I said that the fan is wrong, isn't this just pointing at Sang and scolding Huai?"

"The morality is deep." Chu Yun glanced at those annoying words, the expression on his face remained unchanged, as if he didn't care about the matter.

A red dot suddenly appeared in the private message, which was a cute message from pigs: Sorry, some little sisters and I made this matter worse and worse, but it is useless for us to clarify now... But if there is something that can be used for us Wherever you go, come find us.

She turned and leaned back on the chair, crossed her legs, and narrowed her narrow eyes more and more tightly.

Han Qingmei could clearly see her displeasure. Even celebrities with a bit of conscience can't just sit and watch their fans take the blame for themselves, let alone Chu Yun.

Seeing her standing up like a carp, she picked up the jacket on the seat and carried it on her shoulders: "Since the black fans want to be popular, let her be completely popular. Wish, as for the cute pig...you can figure it out."

She licked her lips.

"I know." The corners of Han Qingmei's lips curled up, and she stopped looking at the chat box on the computer.

Chu Yun drove away in the car. On the busy street, the sound of the car broadcasting music was deafening.

(End of this chapter)