mc-med Chapter 157 Dynasty Entertainment panicked and started hiring online trolls to smear them.
Chapter 157 Dynasty Entertainment panicked and started hiring online trolls to smear them.
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains onto the dining table, creating a warm and cozy breakfast atmosphere that felt even colder than the blizzard of the previous night.
Su Qingge's hand holding the phone was trembling, and her knuckles turned white from the force.
Just minutes before, she was still basking in the joy of the box office's unexpected turnaround, ready to see the latest praise from netizens. But when she refreshed Weibo's trending topics list, what she saw was no longer "masterpiece" or "Zixia Fairy," but several glaringly red black-and-white hashtags.
#A Chinese Odyssey Insults Journey to the West#
#Lin Zhou is teaching children bad habits#
#Boycott bad movies with distorted values#
These three terms were like three poisoned daggers, suddenly appearing in the top ten trending topics, followed by a shocking "explosive" label.
"This is outrageous! It's utterly shameless!"
Su Qingge slammed her phone heavily on the table, causing the bowl of freshly served millet porridge to spill out.
"Lin Zhou, look at these comments! They're completely copied and pasted!"
Lin Zhou put down the fried dough stick in his hand, took out a tissue and slowly wiped his hands, then casually picked up Su Qingge's phone and glanced at it.
Sure enough, the comment section has been flooded with comments.
Clicking on the accounts that were hurling the most insults, I found that they were all level 1 accounts with blank profile pictures and less than three days of registration time.
The copywriting was so uniform, not even the punctuation was changed:
This garbage movie, which completely distorts a classic work, not only insults traditional culture but also promotes puppy love and even interspecies romance. We strongly urge the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television to ban it! For the sake of our children, please boycott Lin Zhou!
Tens of thousands of comments, all containing the same sentence.
Like a swarm of soulless flies, buzzing incessantly, they instantly drowned out the positive reviews from the genuine audience.
"Are they treating us like fools?"
Su Qingge was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and her eyes turned red.
"What normal viewer would spout such nonsense as 'interspecies romance'? This is clearly paid trolls hired by that old bastard Zhao Jianguo!"
"No, I can't swallow this!"
She suddenly stood up, grabbed her phone, and was about to dial a number.
"I'm calling the company's legal department right now and sending them a lawyer's letter! I'm going to sue them for defamation! I'm also contacting the platform to make them remove these spam accounts!"
Just as her finger was about to press the call button, a long, strong hand reached out and gently pressed down on her wrist.
"Don't rush, honey."
Lin Zhou's voice remained languid, but his eyes revealed a reassuring calmness.
He pressed Su Qingge back into her chair and casually pushed the bowl of porridge towards her.
"Eat your food first, the porridge is getting cold."
"What time is it and you're still thinking about food!"
Su Qingge was so anxious that she stomped her feet. Looking at Lin Zhou's nonchalant expression, she felt both angry and helpless.
"By the time the legal department drafts the lawyer's letter and the platform completes its review process, it'll be too late! The Spring Festival film season only lasts a few days. If this mudslinging really works, our box office will be completely ruined!"
"I know."
Lin Zhou peeled an egg, put it into Su Qingge's bowl, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Because of the time constraints, going through legal procedures is too slow."
"Telling thugs about the law is like casting pearls before swine. Since he dares to play dirty tricks, let's play something even more exciting with him."
Su Qingge was stunned for a moment, looking at the dangerous glint in Lin Zhou's eyes, and subconsciously asked:
"What are you trying to do? Don't do anything reckless, Zhao Jianguo has a lot of connections in the industry..."
"Extensive network?"
Lin Zhou chuckled, stood up, stretched his stiff neck, and made a crisp "crack" sound.
"In the world of the internet, there are no connections, only technology."
"Since he likes to hire online trolls, I'll show him what it means to 'invite a god but not send him away.'"
After saying that, he leaned down and gently kissed Su Qingge's forehead.
"Eat your food properly, I'm going to the study to deal with some 'technical issues.' I'll show you a good show in ten minutes."
Lin Zhou turned and walked into the study, locking the door behind him.
The curtains were drawn tightly, plunging the room into darkness, with only the cold, bluish light from the computer screen illuminating his angular face.
He sat in the ergonomic chair, interlacing his fingers and gently pressing his knuckles.
Deep in his mind, the long-dormant skill icon suddenly lit up—[God-level Hacking Skills].
In an instant, the previously obscure and difficult-to-understand code transformed into the most intuitive flow of data in his eyes. He seemed to be able to see the entire network of the Internet, unfolding before him like blood vessels.
"Crackling and popping—"
The sound of keyboard typing suddenly rang out, so fast that it became a blur.
On the screen, countless black command prompt windows popped up, and green code cascaded down like a waterfall.
Lin Zhou's gaze was focused and cold, like that of a sniper on a hunt.
"Tracing the source... identifying keywords for scraping... reverse IP address location..."
He muttered the instructions to himself and pressed the Enter key heavily with his finger.
"We caught them."
The screen then switched to display a complex network topology diagram.
Countless red lines extend from the accounts that posted malicious comments, eventually converging on a few specific IP addresses.
These IP addresses were not disguised through multiple jump servers like those of ordinary hackers. Obviously, the other party did not take him, the "entertainment director," seriously and felt that dealing with him did not require sophisticated technical means.
"Hmm, Chaoyang District in Beijing... and it's a professional studio?"
Lin Zhou sneered, his fingers flying across the keyboard once more.
Firewall?
She was as fragile as a piece of paper in his presence.
In less than thirty seconds, a green progress bar filled the screen.
[Intrusion successful.]
[Granting administrator privileges...]
Permissions granted.
The screen switched again, and the interfaces of several chat applications popped up.
Those were several QQ and WeChat groups named "Imperial Dynasty Navy Mission Group 7", "Professional Comment Control Group 3", and "Suppressing Lin Zhou Special Task Force".
The group chat was buzzing with messages, as lively as a market.
[Group Owner - Scarface: Brothers, let's give it our all! The boss said we have to get #LinZhouGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry# to number one today! 50 cents per post, paid daily, no delays!]
[Water Army 007: Boss, this copywriting is so idiotic! I don't even believe it myself.]
[Group Owner - Scarface: Enough nonsense! Can't you just copy and paste? Who cares if it's idiotic or not, as long as it's disgusting! Get to work, Boss Zhao is watching!]
Looking at these explicit chat logs, Lin Zhou leaned back in his chair, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
Amidst the swirling smoke, a playful smile curved his lips.
"Five cents a piece?"
"That old bastard Zhao Jianguo, the richer he gets, the stingier he becomes."
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, but instead of immediately shutting down the group, he placed his hands on the keyboard and quickly typed in a line of code, directly altering the group owner's speaking privileges.
The group owner, "Scarface," who was frantically posting tasks, suddenly found that his chat window had turned gray.
Immediately afterwards, a mysterious account with a gold administrator title suddenly appeared at the top of all the online troll groups.
Lin Zhou flicked his cigarette ash and typed a sentence in the blank input box that was enough to make these thousands of online trolls instantly switch sides.