"Xiao Yi, help me seal the marketing numbers of those water troops and malicious comments on the microblog!"

Although Fang jueyu could have done this, after all, microblog is not his thing, and the title ban has no reputation. On the contrary, it will cause more trouble.

"OK, leave it to me!"

......

"Ha ha ha, Fang jueyu is really a god of wealth. Today's things are sold a lot!" In a rental house in a city, a middle-aged man with an obscene face was happily collecting the promotion given to him by his family.

As a senior marketing number, they maliciously comment and spread rumors under those hot topics. Although they will cause countless people to fight back and abuse, their skin has long been invincible. What they care about is the traffic they get from "fishing".

"The heat of this topic can last for a long time. We must take advantage of this opportunity to make another profit!" The obscene middle-aged man found another hot post and began to write nonsense.

"Well, yes, it must make people angry after watching it!" He was very satisfied with his masterpiece. He nodded with satisfaction and was about to press the release. However, at this time, a message jumped out.

"This account violated the relevant provisions of the microblog community Convention and made a personal attack on Mr. Fang jueyu, who is handsome, handsome, young and rich. Now it can't be viewed. The system curses your mother that she will be short of weight when buying vegetables, your grandmother will be robbed of position C when dancing square dance, and your grandfather will be pointed out when playing chess."

"What is this?" He had been blocked a lot of trumpets before, but he was still "Lao Liu, is this the honorary professor of Jiangnan University you said?" He Junru has heard Liu Guang mention it many times. Every time Liu Guang talks about the young man, he appreciates it very much and says that his academic ability is 100 times stronger than himself.

"Professor Liu, I can't afford this professor Fang. Just call me Xiao Fang!" Fang jueyu smiled.

"Well, come on, come on, hurry in and do it. I have several questions I want to discuss with you. Wife, go and buy some vegetables and two bottles of beer to entertain the guests!"

"Hey!" Although the situation at home has plummeted, he Junru still can't bear to spoil his happiness when he looks at Liu Guang's happy appearance.

"Xiao Fang, I ask you, in your theory about black holes..."

"That Professor, let's talk about this later. This time I have something to ask."

"Please?" Liu Guang looked confused. Fang jueyu's academic level was not sure how much higher than himself. Did he still ask for himself?

"Yes, Professor Liu, I want you to help me. I want to calculate the specific time of the wormhole!"

"Do you believe what I said in that paper?" Liu Guang was surprised.

"Hehe, Professor Liu, others don't believe it, but I'm also engaged in this research. How can I not believe it?" Fang jueyu said.

"OK, OK!" Liu Guang suddenly burst into tears, as if he had found a bosom friend. He has suffered too many grievances these two days. No one believes him. Today, someone suddenly told him that he recognized his achievements. Is there anything more moving than this feeling?

"With all due respect, those who spray you don't understand fart. They are orphans!"