"Zhou You should also understand that he just doesn't care. Maybe the people around him will care, it doesn't matter." Patrick opened his computer and asked, "How was the progress yesterday?"

The observer replied: "The peak of public opinion was about 5 o'clock yesterday afternoon. It was probably because the white-collar workers started fishing after a day of work, but they started to stay in place at night. It would probably drop tonight. After all, it was just a hotel, not a celebrity scandal. The 4,500 comments on the entire network were already the limit."

"How about vitality?" Patrick asked again.

"74%, good data." The observer replied and said to the intern, "Intern, do you know what vitality is?"

"I guess it's...the rate of comments from living people?" the girl asked, rubbing the plush toys on the table.

"Yes, young people have high understanding." The observer looked upside down on the back of the chair and smiled at the girl, "Our people will continue to make rhythmic comments, and the public will follow suit. Dividing real comments by total comments means vitality. This data is less than 50%, we call it a 'dead hot spot'. We rely entirely on our oxygen supply to survive. The cost is very high. For example, patients with ICU, and above 90%, they are hot spots with hot spots. They are extremely vital. We can stop. Those netizens who like to comment will help us complete the task."

"What about 74% of this data?" asked the intern.

"A healthy hot spot, normal maintenance, slow heat reduction, and settle the final payment in one or two weeks."

"Have our company made more than 90% of the hits?" the girl asked with longing.

"That must be ~~~~~." The observer was intrigued, "I have three people in charge, such as..."

He said, suddenly feeling the calm gaze coming from a distance. Although Patrick just looked at him casually, there was danger in his eyes.

"Let's talk about it when you become a formal worker." The observer quickly shrank back, "To make the draft pass first, it's 37% good for newcomers, work hard."

"Ah... so tired... I wrote so much, and in the end, only a few articles can be posted." The girl leaned on the back of the chair with the doll in her arms, looking at Pai Daxing, "Senior brother, did you do the same when you first entered the industry?"

Pai Daxing smiled and said, "It's much worse than you. When I was in an advertising company, I asked 10 cases. It would be great if I could enter the discussion stage."

The girl seemed to have received some encouragement when she heard this, and reorganized her fists and waved her fists: "Come on! Come on! Brother Xing is also coming from a newcomer."

"Can you be the same?" the observer laughed. "It's not because of the bad situation of Brother Xing's case. On the contrary, it's too excellent. Those people can't understand it at all, and they can't do it even if they understand it."

"No, no, it's bad." Pai Daxing waved his hands repeatedly, "Take an advertisement as an example, what people can remember after reading it is good. My advertising case will only force people to change the channels. When you do copywriting and evaluation, you can ignore the writing style, thoughts, logic, and even typos. Communication is the only standard."

"No wonder..." The female intern carefully glanced at the innermost part of the office area, where a fat girl of thirty-five or six years old was sitting, and was giggling at a domestic costume drama.

As far as the girl knows, this fat aunt has not even graduated from a junior college and worked as a female worker in a small workshop. She accidentally entered this industry. Pai Daxing met her online when she was consuming the "Sharmat Culture". Although she is like this now, she was also a "family princess" back then.

Patrick originally wanted to do an online interview and take advantage of the topic. During the online chat conversation, Patrick found that she had poor writing style and logic, and could not even write a sentence of more than ten words. But, listening to her words would arouse Patrick's anger. Not many people could anger him in a few words, and Patrick couldn't help but sneer.

In the end, Patrick lost completely. He also realized that this girl had a ability that she could never develop. This ability was difficult to describe. Simply put, it was completely useless to speak. Such words were either nonsense or could instantly attract similar golden sentences, even the most wise person could not design them.

Many times, the effect of thinking is not necessarily good, just like those advertising slogans that can be easily remembered.

That night, he bought a plane ticket for the girl to Lai Linghai and paid a month's living expenses in advance.

After that, Pai Daxing accurately developed her ability, taking advantage of her ability to grasp the pain points of many people, she was ruthless and accurate. Every time she asked her to publish the manuscript as she pleased, and then asked others to correct typos and sentences and type them in paragraphs. The final effect of the copywriting produced in this pattern is often better than those carefully designed. This woman is simply a legend.

For the fat girl, there is no concept of over-broken manuscripts, which is a blasphemy to genius.

"If you are tired of writing, there is an 'anti-Witch Hunting' order here." Pai Daxing turned his head and said, "Send the message to you?"

"Oh, I'm so bored." The female intern raised her head and said, "Who is this time?"

"The heroine of an upcoming movie is not very famous yet. The publisher accidentally flipped through her meager years in junior high school, with pictures of the national flags of China and the United States hanging on it. The text is 'Although we have few stars, there is one that is very fat. I always wonder if that fat person has eaten up everything else and has bleeding all over the ground.'"

"My mother!" The female intern was shocked in an instant, "This vicious metaphor."

"I don't think so. A junior high school girl can't think of any metaphor. She is probably just inspired and finds it very interesting."

"It's a good thing that the issuer discovered, otherwise it would be a reactionary and defamation of the martyrs." The curly man asked, stretching his head, "Has he deleted it?"

"It was deleted, but the publisher was very scared. After all, there were too many movies that were ruined by this kind of thing, so I asked us to be anti-hunting witches." Pai Daxing said and clicked to send it. "Xiaoxue, be sure to read all the information she has published since she was born. Although this job is simple, the fault tolerance rate is very low. It is best to review it. The commission commission for this order is considered a holiday fee."

"How many?" The girl immediately became excited.

"Look at the email by yourself." Patrick turned his head and blinked.

"Hehehe." The girl rubbed her hands and opened the email, then showed an excited expression, covering her mouth for fear of being heard.

"Tsk, just delete the history, how many more can you get?" The curly man took a piece of throat candy and threw it into his mouth, and then muttered, "There are so many anti-witch hunting orders recently, especially in the film and television industry."
Chapter completed!