The Daily Life of the Immortal King

When the Film Immortal Castle was first established, for a long time, it relied on the Qing Gang to build its own intelligence network in Songhai City.

Over the years, the value of the youth gang has become weaker in the eyes of Immortal Mo, and the relationship is not as close as it used to be.

Between forces and forces, there is a relationship of mutual utilization in this layer. Once the checks and balances of mutual utilization are broken, the relationship will go far.

As the leader of the Youth Gang, Zhou Jie naturally knows this. Therefore, due to the consideration of the future development of the Qing Gang, Zhou Jie has been quietly expanding his intelligence network in these years, trying to secure the throne of the No. 1 underground intelligence network in Songhai City. But these years... the speed of development of Immortal Film Castle is really too fast.

However, even if he couldn't compete on paper, Zhou Jie still found another way. He accidentally inquired about the stone ghost face. And know that the maker of the stone ghost face, this is the object that the film fairy castle has been looking for for many years.

Song Qingshu swallowed subconsciously, because this condition sounded really tempting.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Jie knew there was a drama, and hurriedly continued to accompany his smiley face and said, "Brother Song, as long as you find a way to control the public opinion, and find a way to suppress Weibo... I only have this cousin, what do you say? All have to be saved!"

Song Qingshu sighed: "I admit, your conditions are very tempting. But you should know that the bombing of the heavenly sect leader has already taken action, even if I film the immortal castle to intervene..."

Zhou Jie interrupted: "Brother Song, I can only rely on you for this matter. Just try to reduce the influence of the incident as much as possible! Of course, in the end, regardless of success or failure, I will truthfully explain the information about the maker of the stone ghost face."

This sentence is quite sensible, and finally Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, then I'll try my best."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu closed the phone, and then fell into a tangle again...

After all, who is better to look for?

Song Qingshu thought for a while, and finally picked up the phone again and quickly pressed a series of numbers: "It's me, I'm Song Qingshu. Help me answer Mayor Ding's call..."

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Cockscomb head's cousin Qing Gang has just finished calling Song Qingshu for help, and the battle on Weibo is still going on.

It's been four hours since the event exhibition, and it's almost twelve o'clock. Weibo is still as lively as it is during the day.

The incident continued to be published, and Dad Wang's hot search Weibo "Wang Situ is a red face" has been marked with the word "explosive" on Weibo - when a weak woman encounters a salty pig, what should I do and how to prevent it becomes A hot topic of discussion online.

Netizens retweeted the retweets, the solidarity of solidarity, and even the keyboard warriors stayed up late, as long as they could find a sense of presence in the crowd, they felt extremely satisfied.

But soon someone posted a message on the Internet, and at the same time sent a series of angry expressions: "Strange! The Weibo I just commented on is gone! Even the previous Weibo, the number of reads in the upper right corner has become grey."

The netizen took a screenshot to express his dissatisfaction.

Soon, someone commented: "I thought I was the only one who posted Weibo! It turns out that there are other people!?"

"Damn it! I found a friendly army, it turns out I'm not alone!"

"I typed such a long story so hard, why lock my Weibo! Support the great god Wang Situ!"

It's definitely not that netizens are bored and coaxing, because Dad Wang also noticed one thing. He found that both his likes and comments were constantly decreasing. It has accumulated four hours of likes, and it was clear that it was nearly 200,000 before... As a result, it was just refreshed, and it was only 110,000! Deducted a full half of the amount!

Wang Ling also found that many comments on the Internet had disappeared.

There were also human addresses sent by some people before. These addresses have not been accurately verified, but all of them were directly deleted by Weibo on the grounds of "prohibited information" and disappeared.

Obviously, this is someone who is deliberately blocking the news, trying to reduce the attention of hot searches.

Dad Wang patiently waited in front of the computer for fifteen minutes, and found that the word "explosive" beside the hot search word had disappeared. Even the ranking dropped two levels in a row, and he watched as he dropped from the number one hot search to the third hot search.

In the study, Dad Wang sat in front of the computer screen, the ashtray on the desk was full of cigarette butts.

The cigarettes in the cigarette case have been exhausted by Dad Wang.

Wang Ling was thinking about whether to use his teleportation ability to help Dad Wang go to the supermarket to buy a box.

After all, this is the only thing that he, as a son, can do for his father before Wang Dad relies on his own ability to find that scum with a cockscomb head.

But soon, Wang Ling realized that he was thinking too much...

Because he saw that Dad Wang got up and took a tin box directly from the bookcase next to him. There were ten black cigars neatly placed inside... Then, I lit one and put it in my mouth.

Wang Ling's heart couldn't help but tremble again... He was stunned to find that Dad Wang's blackening state was getting worse and worse!

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In the study, Dad Wang was smoking a cigar.

Wang Ling stared at the cigar and slowly remembered that this box of cigars from Dad Wang was a gift from a certain fan a few months ago. At that time, when the express delivery was signed, Dad Wang was still typing in the study. It was Wang Ling who went downstairs to sign for Dad Wang, so there was a vague impression in his mind.

However, at the time, Wang Ling didn't pay attention to what was in the box.

And after Dad Wang received the iron box, he kept it and kept it on the bookshelf.

This cigar does not seem to be that expensive from the outside packaging, but the material in each cigar is extremely special!

Wang Ling saw through the eyes of the sky that this single cigar contained more than 300 kinds of precious heaven and earth treasures. And among so many treasures of heaven and earth, Wang Ling actually sensed the smell of "auspicious dragon grass" from a distance! ——This is the elixir cultivated by Huaxiu Country's restricted level, which has the ability to turn back from the dead... and it is also the special medicine used to deal with cancer all over the world! Just a little bit can purify all the cancer cells in the body!

Apparently, these cigars were made by that fan! Who is this person who can make cigars with auspicious dragon grass?

Just when Wang Ling was still confused, Dad Wang's cigar was already half smoked.

As Dad Wang expected, some people are trying their best to block the news on Weibo. Just now, the topic of "Wang Situ is angered" has dropped several places, and it is about to fall out of the top ten.

"Everyone, please retweet it again! Help Wang Situ! Another drop!"

"This Weibo is really scum! It's a black box operation! It's really shameless!"

"I revise! Anger revise! I revise again! I can't believe it can continue to drop, almost half a million retweets... I was snatched first by an airborne shampoo advertisement! Who gave you confidence!? Rejoice!?"

Netizens felt unfair for Dad Wang, but this is obviously something that someone is operating behind the scenes, and no one can do anything...

Looking at these online comments, Dad Wang felt that his temper had also come up.

Black box operation?

nonexistent!

Wang Ling saw Dad Wang put the cigar box upside down and opened the lid.

Wang Ling's eyebrows twitched... This humidor actually has a double opening, with a small layer on the back!

Immediately after, Wang Ling saw that Dad Wang took out a black mobile phone that he had never seen before from the back of the humidor.

There is only one phone number in the contacts on the phone.

Dad Wang didn't even think about it, he dialed directly...

After a while, Dad Wang's voice rang: "It's me, I'm Wang Situ. Please answer the call of the head of state..."