Qingshanlushui Studio still chose to post a wave of rhythmic posts in Jiang Jiujiu's circle.
As expected, it has no effect, and hardly affects anyone's emotions. Hundreds of millions of fans come and go as if these posts don't exist.
Even if everyone took the time to put the post up, no one came to see it, as if they naturally knew that they were sailors.
After finally waiting for someone to reply, all of them are: [Silly Hat Studio], [Chicken Standing Crane Group Water Army], [Master with Rhythm Reverse]. No one came to see the content, and all the hot posts above were happy.
Ever since, the studio had to hold an impromptu meeting.
"In her own circle, nothing we say can cause fluctuations. In her circle, this method will not work."
Always doing useless work is not the style of Qingshanlushui, so everyone decided to go with plan b.
Then go to a larger circle to raise public opinion. As long as more people are curious about this matter and flood into Jiang Qiuqiu's live broadcast room, more and more people ask, it is impossible for the anchor not to respond.
She responded, and that rhythm began.
Then a girl raised her hand: "Will it be the same as before?"
This sentence immediately brought everyone into the tragic ending of the last round of operations.
The hard work set off a huge wave of public opinion, and then countless waves broke into Jiang Qiuqiu's fish pond.
It was an extremely failed sunspot marketing.
"No way, this time we don't focus on taste, we just invite some passers-by to come in and be curious about this anchor's face."
"There are a lot of malicious people on Xingwang. Let's not go to the gourmet circle this time, but to other circles—"
No matter what era we go to, as long as there are people and thinking, there will always be people who want to watch the fun.
"We brought those people."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone felt that it was feasible.
The little girl wanted to say something, but she shut up after thinking about it.
The meeting ended, and everyone went back to their workstations to pack up their things.
"What else did you say just now? The team leader has already decided, do you always say you want to lose your job?"
"... I can't tell." The younger sister grabbed her hair, "I always feel that it's not good for us to be sunspots like this."
"Actually, I think that anchor's live broadcast is quite normal, the person is also nice, and the fans are actually very qualified, and he did it well..."
"So? You won't be paid. If you get paid, don't think so much."
The little sister said oh, picked up her things, and waited to go home to start a new round of action.
I don't know why, I didn't feel any psychological burden when I did these things before, but now I always feel...
Maybe from eating her? Or maybe it was because the anchor was really young.
It seems to be smaller than myself.
There are also people who think the same as her in the studio, but they are basically young people.
That night.
Jiang Qiuqiu's circle is still engaged in a 'folk beauty pageant' contest.
Qingshanlushui Studio took a different approach this time, instead of going to the gourmet circle, they let the sailors of the second group go to some lively and amusing circles, and began to send more eye-catching serial posts.
[A detailed count of how those unattractive anchors make money—]
[You only need a mask, and you may become a millionaire anchor every day.]
These people always watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal. Just like this, under the operation of a group of navy troops with green mountains and green waters, there are indeed many more spectators who want to know Jiang Qiuqiu's true face.