Chapter 89 Let the bullets fly (Thanks to the alliance leader pony)
Ye Lan didn’t speak for a while, watching as Wang Zixu’s eyes closed peacefully. His head rested on the chair, slowly softening like a damp pillow.
“Hello, hello.”
She shook Wang Zixu awake, and Wang Zixu sniffed loudly, looking up at her in a daze, as if he couldn’t recognize who she was.
“It’s unbelievable, you actually fell asleep while chatting with someone!”
“What’s wrong?”
Ye Lan's voice softened a little, and then said: "If you are really sleepy, go and take a nap."
Wang Zixu shook his head. The brief absence just now allowed him to regain some energy. He cheered up and turned to face Computer: "I still have to write an essay. I won't have time tomorrow."
Ye Lan crossed her arms and stared at Wang Zixu as he typed, leaning on the side with his long legs and high heels tapping the ground evenly. After a while, she saw Wang Zixu raising his head and staring at her.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh, do you want to go and do your work?”
Ye Lan spread his hands: "I have nothing to do anymore. I really have nothing to do. By the way, I will stay here tonight."
Wang Zixu was stunned: "Why?"< /p>
“You guys are a bunch of grown men, and the poet is just a little girl sleeping here. Can you put people at ease? Besides, it’s not good to spread the news.”
Wang Zixu thought for a while and said: "You are very thoughtful, but I still suggest you find something to do."
"Why?"
"You're standing here and affecting my thinking."
Ye Lan clenched her fists: "It's unbelievable that someone with your emotional intelligence actually has a wife."
Wang Zixu thought sadly, why do they all say that?
But if you think about it from another direction, none of them are married. This proves that the laws of the world are logical.
Wang Zixu said: “But I do.”
“Goodbye!”
…
[Hello. ]
Qiu Ze: [Hello, little sister! ~]
even Yu: [Waving.jpg]
Qiu Ze: [I am your loyal little wolfdog. If you are willing, I can protect you 24 hours a day. I can tell you the sweetest words of love. If you want, I can also do some "hmm" things. Are you willing to spend an hour with me? ]
Even Yu: [Uh, okay...]
Qiu Ze: [Miss, isn’t she very positive? Doesn’t she like the image of a little wolf dog? With the move of my fingers, I can transform into a handsome young man or a tyrannical CEO at any time. ]
evenyu: [Just... just talk normally. I just want to find someone to talk to. You are my first order...]
Qiu Ze operated the mouse, clicked on the opponent's avatar and saw that the VIP experience value was 0, and he suddenly felt relieved.
"It turns out to be a novice. No wonder, it was a bit too exciting just now. But my good start is today, let's see what I can do!"
Qiu Ze kneaded him Click your knuckles and enter on the software:
[Sorry, I just treated you as some other vulgar fan. Let me introduce myself again. I am actually the prince of Xilin Kingdom. This is our first meeting. Please take care of me. 】
“The other party has canceled the billing. Since the cancellation was within 15 minutes, it is a no-obligation cancellation, and this speech therapy will not be included in the consumption.”
Qiu Ze threw away the mouse and leaned on his chair irritably.
The colleague next to him looked over: "What? Failed again?"
Qiu Ze's face turned red: "No, I just walked through the process, chatted a bit casually, and didn't really show my skills."
The colleague laughed: " If your true skills are shown to your opponent, wouldn’t you become an enemy? ”
“That’s right!”
Tianxing Media is a medium-sized cultural and entertainment media company located in Donghai City. The company’s main business scope is Internet celebrity incubation, advertising planning, live broadcasting, etc.
And "Qingyan app" is a "speech therapy" software they recently launched.
In other words, he and "Wen Ai" are rivals.
In the past two months, the two softwares have been inextricably fighting each other - to describe it this way is to praise it. In fact, "Qingyan" was killed and was left without any ability to fight back.
In order to understand the enemy’s business model and at the same time wreak havoc, “Qingyan” deployed an undercover agent to become “Wen Yan”’s speech therapist and infiltrate the enemy.
As a project operator, Qiu Ze has experience in speech therapy, so he naturally became the most suitable candidate. He took on the task confidently.
Business wars are often not so unpredictable. They are often conducted in the simplest form.
Qiu Ze’s task was carried out extremely smoothly. Last night, he encouraged a few speech therapists who were not able to bill enough, and brought a wave of rhythm to force the operators to go.
His original intention was to attack the opponent's script section and make the opponent lose his position. If not, it would shake the confidence of some speech therapists. It's a pity that no one fell for it.
And he himself suffered the consequences and was removed from the core group of speech therapists.
In order to prove himself, he took a few orders today, but the results were either canceled or received negative reviews, which made him very discouraged.
A colleague advised from the side: "You should continue to lead the rhythm. The speech therapists who followed you yesterday were just small fish and shrimps. If you can persuade the speech therapists in front of them to cause trouble, or even recruit them, that will be a great achievement."
Qiu Ze frowned and said: "No, I am not trusted now, and I can only contact the most recent Speech therapists who are desperate can’t achieve anything even if they encourage them. Moreover, they require speech therapists to complete a positive review within a certain period of time, otherwise they will be demoted. If my number is downgraded, my qualification as a speech therapist will be revoked. "
My colleague said: "Then you should be more serious and show your true skills."
Qiu Ze stared at the computer without saying anything, his face turned red again. In fact, he had already shown his true skills, but it was a pity that it didn't work. I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.
He is a little doubtful about life. He obviously had a good conversation during "Qingyan", but when it came to "Wenyan", it was Nan Ju and Bei Zhi. He couldn't figure out why.
At this moment, a chat box popped up in the window, and he saw Wen Ai's operation knocking on him.
He quickly went to see it.
Huang Da: [You have been charged back again. Do you need me to help you analyze the reason? ]
Qiu Ze entered in the chat box: "Who do you think you are? Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Halfway through typing, he pressed the backspace key to delete all the words he had just typed.
Because he then thought about it, he was not really a speech therapist. It would be great to listen to the analysis of their operations and understand the ideas of their software.
Qiu Ze: [Okay. Come and listen. 】
Huang Da: [I retrieved your speech therapy records in the background and looked at it. Have you ever done speech therapy with another software before? ]
Qiu Ze: [Well, I worked at "Soul Song" for a few days before, but it didn't last long. 】
“Soul Song” is the name of another speech therapy software. In order to avoid suspicion, he deliberately used a disguise.
Huang Da: [That’s right. Your speech therapy routines are all from other companies. Our software is different. Our core competitiveness is the script of Little Prince. You should follow the script we issue. 】
Qiu Ze rolled his eyes and typed on the screen: "What are you talking about, the little prince?"
The colleague next to him came over at some point and was watching his chatting routine, so he quickly stopped him: "Don't be impulsive first, you It's rude. People think you have a bad attitude and won't talk to you anymore. "
Qiu Ze said: "I know, I know, I just complained about it and I didn't plan to send it to him. "
He deleted the message and re-entered it: "I've used scripts before, but I'm not used to it. It feels very ungrounded and users won't like it."
Huang Da: [But users are here for the little prince. If you don't learn more and have too many chargebacks, your qualification as a speech therapist may be revoked. ]
“Cancel your mother...”
Qiu Ze leaned back and leaned on the office chair.
A colleague next to me said: “Their entire app is very superstitious about the little prince, from top to bottom, from operations to speech therapists.”
Qiu Ze said in a cold tone: "Yeah, aren't they still hyping it up? Investing so much money and so many trolls to help make a so-called 'scripter' famous is beyond comprehension."
The colleague next to him took a sip of water: "But you have to admit, their data is really strong."
"The data can be done." Qiu Ze said, "But it doesn't matter. All their assets have been used to hire the navy. I'll see how long they can last."
A colleague came over and asked: "What's wrong?"
Huang Da said: "This silly speech therapist is completely stubborn. I told him to follow the script, but he didn't listen. He also had to set the pace."
The notification tone of the chat software rang again. The two of them leaned over at the same time and saw the words from the other side:
"There are not so many young users. Some users just like little wolfdogs and small breasts." That’s stupid. Besides, there’s only one scripter, so I won’t be able to do it. So I don’t need a script.” Huang Da’s neck turned red after reading it, and he suppressed his voice and said, “Is this something you, a speech therapist, should consider?”
The colleague held the water glass and nodded: “It’s really stupid.
Huang Da typed in the chat box: "Your billing volume is considered to be the worst. You don't need to think about what users like. You don't need to think about whether our app is dead or alive. Just follow the script honestly. Even if you don't play freely, at least you won't be charged back..."
"Stop, stop, stop!"
A colleague stopped Huang Da and said, "Don't say so much. Your tone is so excited. What if someone takes a screenshot to set the pace? Just tell him businesslikely. If he still doesn't listen, it's his own business to have his account canceled."
There is always a calm guy next to every impulsive person to stop him. This is "there must be an antidote within ten steps."
Huang Da is not an impulsive person. His long career as a social worker is the best whetstone for personality. He calmed down, honestly deleted all the words he just typed, and re-entered:
[Dear, judging from the preferences and feedback of our user groups, it is best for you to use scripts. Please keep up the good work. 】
Huang Da took the initiative to end the conversation, lying on the chair and said to his colleagues:
"With this kind of understanding, if you take orders in the future, they will be rejected, and your account will be cancelled."
Qiu Ze stood up from his chair, stretched, turned to his colleagues and said:
"They are still superstitious about some little prince. With this level of operation, they will collapse."
Wang Zixu sat in a chair and typed into the computer:
The teacher told me that no one in the world is born great, and no one is born mediocre. But my father told me that I was destined to be mediocre. Because he is a loan collector. A loan collector will never produce a great son, unless I am not his seed.
Then, he will remember that I might not be his kind. So he would beat me. He beat me until I was bruised and bruised.
I wasn’t beaten every time, because I later learned to run. At first I was always caught by him, and he would say, "See if you can run away, see if you can run away," and then hit me harder. He hoped that I would realize that if I didn't run away, I wouldn't get beaten harder. If he didn't run away and just acted as a sandbag, he wouldn't be too harsh.
It’s a pity that he has a stupid mouth. He would neither say “I love you” to my mother, nor say “don’t run away in the future” to me. I didn’t realize the subtle meaning of his actions until many years later.
I was a bit dull back then.
This is also the reason why I have developed long-distance running skills.
I always go out and run along Wangqiao Street towards the river embankment. When I see the back of the embankment, I turn left and run along that road to the river bank at the end of the city. Then I lie down among the green grass on the river bank and count the clouds in the sky. That was the happiest moment of my day.
As I ran, I felt the wind caressing my cheek, the buildings quickly swept across my sight, and people’s voices changed from distant to clear, and then from clear to distant. It all makes me intoxicated.
When I come home, usually my father will squat in the dark room and cry, I will help him turn on the light, and then say, Dad, I am back.
He never answered.
One day I ran away from home again. I seemed to hear the head teacher calling my name, but I didn't stop. The next day the head teacher called me into the office. I thought he was going to talk about respecting teachers, but what he said surprised me:
"You are a good prospect in track and field. The coach of our sports school is very interested in you. Would you like to go to him to practice long-distance running?"
I hesitated.
Actually, I really want to agree to him. The reason why I hesitate is because of one person.
My mother told me—that was a long time ago—that as long as you love someone very much, your life will be saved. Later I found out that the man she loved was not my dad. So my dad doesn't love me either. I don't love my dad either. We hate each other.
My mother used to hate my dad, but then she fell in love with someone else, so she found the antidote, and she left, leaving me and my dad hating each other. I not only hate my dad, I also hate the bald history teacher, I hate my deskmate with bad breath, and I hate everyone equally.
We are so hopeless that we believe that some people are destined to be mediocre, destined to rot and stink in unnoticed corners. Until I met her in this class. She also became the reason why I refused to go to sports school.
Her name is Chen Qingluo...
...Zixu covered his face and rubbed it hard before he came back to his senses.
He looked toward the half-dark living room with sleepy eyes. There was a shadowy figure of a child standing near the coffee table, whose figure looked exactly like his own when he was young. He turned on the light and the child disappeared.
He returned to the computer and first deleted the three words "Chen Qingluo", and then deleted the entire paragraph.
Evening, 6:45.
It’s time to get off work.
The five hours after get off work hours are often the time when "Wenwen" comes in. Users who have newly downloaded in the past three days will decide whether they can retain it at this time. This is also the time when victory or defeat is decided.
Everything that can be done has been done. The next thing he had to do was wait. Wait for the bullet to fly to the set target.
(End of this chapter)