Qin Yu frowned and took the phone: "Did you make the wrong call?"

"You can't hear my voice?" The other party said slightly collapsed: "I am a baby!"

Qin Yu froze: "Oh my fucking, then you say you are Zhao Baobai! Frightened me, and what the old Parker who can't go home, I thought who was kidnapped by Xiao Xiao!

"... Hey, I'm asking you something, did you release that very promising news?" Zhao Bao asked bluntly.

"How do you know?" Qin Yu asked a little ignorantly.

"I'm doing self-media now. I know everything about Songjiang." Zhao Bao paused for a moment, and asked again: "Are you going to adjust that little three?"

Qin Yu strode to the door and closed the office door and said, "Yes."

"You have to rectify him, I don't want a penny, but also help your field." Zhao Bao replied excitedly.

Qin Yu scratched his nose and persuaded: "You are involved in this matter, your dad ...?"

"I am me, he is him, this is two different things." Zhao Bao directly diverted from the topic and said: "There is a problem with your fermentation thinking, don't put a bomb together."

"What do you mean?"

"Your news has a lot of breaking points. If you put all these breaking points together in fermentation, it will cause the attention of the people who eat melons to shift and the discussion points will become very loose." Zhao Bao said extremely professionally: " You have to release it bit by bit to make the fermentation of public opinion sustainable, understand? "

"You tell me specifically ..." Qin Yu took a chair and sat down.

"First hit the old man who **** the two ladies, let his news ferment for two days, and then let the king fry ..." Zhao Bao frowned and said: "There must be a public relations team over San Gongzi's side, if you miss all the cards , Then they will quibble about the existing facts. But let us put it a little bit, there is a great chance to hit him in the face, understand? "

"You're really detrimental!" Qin Yu groaned for a while, couldn't help sighing.

...

Within the police station.

When Lao Wang zoomed in on the video, he looked closely at his face, and suddenly it was dumbfounded.

He didn't recognize this video before, it was because Ding Guozhen's shooting angle was outside the villa, so the angle was different, and Lao Wang only had a familiar feeling, but he couldn't see clearly. But as soon as the video was enlarged, his old face became extremely clear.

"What ... what does this mean?" Old Wang Lima panicked because the video was too clear, and he knew what it meant: "Where did it come from?"

"In a fan forum, the video is sent by a small media account." The young police officer replied.

"……Oh shit!"

Lao Wang scolded, and immediately turned around and ran to the office: "Black Street is temporarily gone, you go back first."

After tens of seconds.

Lao Wang closed the door and immediately called San Gongzi, but the other party was busy.

Old Wang quickly turned on the computer and used a search engine developed by a company in the nine districts to search for himself, and he immediately popped up countless related entries.

A certain director fights against Jiao Lijiao!

Deputy Director Wang of Songjiang Police Station Happy Day!

Director Wang Jiqing's overnight stay!

"...!"

Wang Wang looked at the computer and was instantly helpless. Because there are too many fermentation points for the video, there are not only a platform for the Songjiang webcast, but also a series of media platforms such as fan gathering places and fan gathering places.

There is no mosaic in the video, and there is no sandy project in the title, but the finger points at Lao Wang.

Cold sweat flowed unconsciously, and Lao Wang was the leader of his entire life in the system. He knew too much what this video meant when it burst out.

"Di Lingling!"

While Lao Wang was in a daze, a ring of telephone rings.

"Hey ?!" Old Wang immediately picked up.

"... Have you seen the video?" San Gongzi's voice sounded.

"Damn, someone secretly photographed me." Lao Wang's complexion roared: "It must be Qin Yu and they stared at me long ago."

"...!" The young son was silent.

"Primary three, you immediately find a familiar media relationship and press down on me." Lao Wang was so anxious, staring at the beads and shouting: "I will contact a friend of the Propaganda Department now."

"...!" San Gongzi remained silent.

"You talk !!" Lao Wang urged hurriedly.

"I was just in touch with the operation of each platform. They have already deleted posts." San Gongzi frowned and said: "But it can't be suppressed, the other party did not know how many trumpets, and pushed this thing together."

Old Wang's head hummed.

"I'll think of a way." San Gongzi's words said softly: "You don't want to show up first, I will try some public relations."

After that, San Gongzi hung up his phone.

Old Wang sat blankly in place, staring at the screen with his eyes, already knowing the potential meaning in San Gongzi's words.

...

Inside the clubhouse.

San Gongzi put the tablet that had finished playing the video on the table, rubbed his face with his hands, and scolded very puzzledly: "I'm **** Nyima, why not pull the curtain? Why?"

"Boom!"

A young man pushed open the box door and led three well-dressed men in.

"Mr. Xu." The leader shouted.

The third son suddenly raised his head, loosened his neck and asked, "Is there a remedy?"

"We don't know how much the other party has." The leader replied extremely professionally: "My suggestion is not to quibble, not to respond to Director Wang, and wait to see if the other party has any action."

"If you do this, old Wang Bao can't help it!" San Gongzi stood up and said.

The leader gasped and rubbed his palms and replied: "The resolution of the video is too high, there is no way to quibble. Too much talk, then the other party will let go, we may be beaten directly, and then we will be more passive."

San Gongzi leaned back, and his eyes were silent with anxiety.

The leader held back for a long time, and asked very inexplicably: "His identity is so sensitive, you are doing this ... why don't you pull the curtain?"

"Where the **** do I know to go!" San Gongzi scolded with a sullen face over the coffee table.

...

An hour later ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Several police inspector's cars were parked directly in front of the police station, and a dozen men quickly walked towards the hall.

Tens of seconds later, the door of the deputy director's office was pushed open, and a sergeant looked at Lao Wang and said, "Department ... Director, the inspector is here."

Old Wang stared dumbly at his subordinates, whispering with his fists clenched: "After half a generation, I'm stuck on this kind of thing ... I'm **** ...!"

A sound of footsteps came and the police station stood outside and said, "Director Wang Dong, we have to ask you for some information."

Lao Wang was silent for a few seconds. Just standing up, he found that his legs were soft, and he knocked over the chair with a bang, and slumped on the ground.

...

Inside the clubhouse.

San Gongzi looked at the phone screen with red eyes, hesitating whether to call Wu Di.

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