"I will pretend to be poor and let my grandparents love me."

Bo Qing said, "well," but if you want something like this not to happen again next time, what would you do? "

Jing Shuang fell into a moment of meditation and spoke for a long time. "Then I may sell miserably in front of my grandparents. Let my grandparents love enough at one time, and they won't misunderstand me again in the future."

Bo Qing smiled with satisfaction. "It's OK at one point. Think again. If you publish the truth now, it won't cause any substantive harm to the monsoon. At most, everyone thinks it's a misunderstanding. On the Internet, you won't even say sorry, right?"

Jing Shuang seems to understand, "boss, I probably know what you mean. Do you want to create a miserable effect for the monsoon, and then throw out the truth. In this way, the public's sympathy and apology for the monsoon will reach a peak, right?"

Bo Qing: "yes."

Jing Shuang suddenly realized that it was like being enlightened. "Oh, I see, but boss, you are too insidious."

Thin lean lazily smiled, "this is just the most basic hype. In the future, you will see the depth of the entertainment industry."

Jing Shuang came to Bo Qing, "boss, what are you going to do next?"

Bo Qing thought for a moment, "let monsoon send a microblog, four words: a clear conscience."

Jing Shuang nodded and asked, "then?"

Thin tilting eyes turned slightly, and the smile on his lips was stained with a little evil, "then find the water army and go to the microblog of monsoon..."

"Control comment?" Jing Shuang interrupted Bo Qing's words.

Thin tilt looks at Jing Shuang with his head sideways.

Jing Shuang immediately said, "I know. Now fans are the best at controlling comments. Some stars spend money to buy a lot of water troops to wash their white in the comment area..."

Bo Qing said, "I want those sailors to scold the monsoon."

Jing Shuang was stunned, "ah?"

Thin tilted his lips and said, "what I just told you, you forgot?"

Jing Shuang remembered, "I know, boss, do you want to create a situation where the monsoon has been scolded by thousands of people and passers-by has fallen to the bottom of the valley, so that after the truth comes out, the reputation of the monsoon can hit the bottom and rebound, right?"

Bo qingpai shot Jingshuang, "the answer is right. He can only stand on the cloud after falling to the bottom of the valley. This is the survival law of the entertainment industry and hype."

Jing Shuangjin said, "boss, I thought you weren't that kind of hype."

Bo Qing couldn't help laughing. "Then who do you think I am? Do you rely on strength? Please, I want to make money. In the future, I will rely on word-of-mouth, but it also needs someone to see. It's useful for me to improve word-of-mouth, isn't it?"

Jing Shuang nodded repeatedly, "yes, boss, I'll let monsoon send a microblog first, and then go to the water army."

Thin tilt spoke faintly, "go."

Jingshuang went out immediately.

A cell phone ring rang at this time.

Bo Qing picked up his cell phone and saw that it was Chen Shaoli. He immediately connected, "Hello, Grandpa Chen..."

Chen Shaoli's low voice came, "Xiao Qing, did you see Huang Yanzhou's press conference?"

Knowing that Grandpa Chen must be very worried, Bo Qing quickly said, "Grandpa Chen, leave it to me. Don't worry."