"I'll come and I'll bear witness!"

"I'll come and I'll bear witness!"

"I'll come and I'll bear witness!"

After Ding Xiu posted his first Weibo post, in just a few minutes, many fans in the comment area repeated this sentence, which quickly reached thousands of posts and caused a large number of retweets.

"So many people?"

Ding Xiu just refreshed it. He didn't expect so many fans to comment. This was much more popular than when he blogged.

Yang Siwei explained: "Although Weibo is a new position, it is not completely new. It has completely inherited the fan base from the blog."

Pointing to the screen, Yang Siwei said: "Look, it not only has the artist's personal page, but also public areas and topics. Here is a function called hot search, which means today's most popular search volume or topic.

volume and views.”

"So far, we are the twelfth and eleventh most searched on Weibo. If nothing happens, we will be in the top three in the future."

"I asked people from the Propaganda Department to cooperate in applying for a few of your peripheral Weibo work accounts. Xiao Zhou, how are you doing?"

Yang Siwei looked at Ding Xiu, a slightly fat man wearing a plaid shirt and a peaked cap.

It was Zhou Haopeng, the head of the Propaganda Department.

Back then, he was just a young man, but he was later hired by Qin Chao Entertainment. With his keen sense of the market and his ability to use headlines, engage in trolls, and deceive people, he gradually became the head of the Propaganda Department.

Now, he is also a talented person with an annual salary of one million. He just bought a house in Peiping last month.

Just making money is making money, but my health has also declined a bit. I have been eating irregularly for a long time, I am obese, I have stayed up late and lost my hair, and I wear a hat because the top of my head is bald.

But it's all worth it.

No matter how many people want to trade their hair for wages, they don't have the opportunity.

The lack of hair doesn't affect his ability to drive a BMW with one hand, nor does it affect his conscience about touching girls.

"I've caught up. I've made six accounts so far, including Brother Xiu's fan support club, Brother Xiu's daily life... In addition, I have also created dozens of small accounts, and I plan to slowly grow them.

Cultivate a professional team so that we can prioritize public opinion in the future."

Zhou Haopeng also saw the shining point of Weibo.

Their publicity department serves artists, mainly helping Ding Xiu, and is usually responsible for cooperating with publicity, public relations, pacing, etc.

Due to work requirements, their accounts must have a large fan base to be able to operate.

In the past, it was the newspaper era, and newspapers controlled the direction of public opinion. In recent years, with the rise of the Internet, the Internet is the mainstream. Whoever controls the fans will control the high ground of public opinion.

However, it is too difficult to operate an account on your own, and one or two accounts are not enough.

Relying on the company's energy, it is quite simple to maintain an account. Use Ding Xiu's account and other artists' accounts to interact and comment frequently. If not, you can attract a large number of fans.

Too much quantity can cause qualitative changes.

Even if one account only has 100,000 or 80,000 fans, dozens of accounts are still a considerable force.

In this regard, Zhou Haopeng calls this kind of account a marketing account.

"A few dozen won't be enough." Yang Siwei said with a solemn expression: "If you want to make more, just make a few more. Or just make a few hundred."

Zhou Haopeng smiled bitterly: "Sister Yang, you said it's easy, but it's very difficult to raise one. Every day you need to write articles, post content, and advertise. One person usually only has enough energy to take care of two or three accounts. Our Propaganda Department doesn't have

So many people.”

"As per your request, all colleagues in the company must have one."

"Hey, it's simple. Follow the previous model and outsource it. If you see someone with more fans, contact them and take them under your wing. They will pay you a fixed salary every month. If you don't want to, form a cooperative relationship with them and help publish articles in the future.

,Comment……"

When it comes to public opinion wars, Yang Siwei is even more slick than Zhou Haopeng, and he speaks clearly and eloquently.

After wiping the saliva on his face, Ding Xiu said helplessly to Yang Siwei: "Can you two find a quiet place to discuss this? My ears are numb."

"I'm sorry, Brother Xiu."

Yang Siwei smiled bitterly, turned around and motioned for Zhou Haopeng to follow her.

After the two left, Ding Xiu continued to browse the web. During this time, he followed a few more artists, all of whom he was familiar with, such as Fan Binbin, Huang Xiaoming, Liu Yifei, Yang Mi and others.

While playing around, he also commented on other people's Weibo posts. This move naturally attracted a group of fans to watch, send him private messages, and talk to him one after another.

In less than two minutes, the private message reached 99+.

After looking at the hot searches, it was ranked second.

Without further conversation, Ding Xiu quickly got off the computer.

His account is usually his work account. In addition to being certified as an actor, singer, martial artist, etc., his personal homepage also has contact information.

That's the email address and the team phone number behind it.

In the future, if other people want to discuss business cooperation with him, they can just email him directly or make a phone call.

Even with the computer turned off, Ding Xiu picked up his coat and got ready to get off work.

Zhang Wei followed beside him and said: "Brother Xiu, there is news about the founder of Killing Fist that you asked me to inquire about before."

Ding Xiu stopped and his eyes lit up: "Where is it?"

He had been waiting for this master for a long time.

The master is lonely, who can understand his difficulties, that is, he has Zhang Wei to practice these days, otherwise his kung fu will really fall behind.

However, fighting Zhang Wei is not enough. Now, in order to keep him going for a while, Ding Xiu uses Sanda or sometimes boxing.

That means you don't use your legs, just fight with your fists.

In this event, Ding Xiu feels that the main training is about flexible movement.

But no matter how hard he fought, there was still a gap between him and Zhang Wei. The two were not in the same rank, so the fight was not entirely enjoyable.

Of course, if we look for the founder now, even if we find him, he will probably be in his 80s and will no longer be able to fight.

Ding Xiu didn't want to fight with the opponent.

The main thing is to see if such a powerful person has a successor who can survive two moves.

"What a coincidence, it's also in Beiping, in a small courtyard in the east of the city. If you want to see him, I suggest you make an appointment with someone first to see if they are willing to meet him."

Ding Xiu nodded: "Then let me go. I'll ask him if he wants to see him."

"Brother Xiu, it's inappropriate for you to go there yourself."

Zhang Wei did not expect that Ding Xiu meant this.

This old man is not ordinary. He has been a leader of security guards. Ding Xiu's star aura really doesn't work for him.

If you piss off the old man, you won't be able to save Ding Xiu's stardom.

"Don't worry, I know what's appropriate, let's go!"

Putting on his coat, Ding Xiu left happily.

As soon as he left, Qin Gang came out of the office with a stack of information in his hand. He grabbed a passing employee and said, "Where's Brother Xiu?"

"Just left."

"Damn, haven't you read the script?"

"Forget it, let's wait until he has time."

Returning to the office, Qin Gang put the script in the filing cabinet.

This is the script of Xiuchundao. The project started at the beginning of this year. Over the past six months, I have been polishing the script. The first draft has been released.

The general framework is set, and even if it needs to be changed later, it will only be to change some lines and sentences.

He wanted to show it to Ding Xiu, and if possible, it could be started next year.

The same thing happened when I called Ding Xiu here today. Unexpectedly, as soon as the script came out, he disappeared.

…

In the east of the city, Ding Xiu got off the car and came to the entrance of an old alley with a bag of apples in his hand.

This alley is narrower and more shabby than the one he and Wang Baoqiang rented back then.

"Are you sure this is here?"

"That's it, that's right." Zhang Wei glanced at the alley number and said firmly: "The older generation are more frugal, so it's normal to live in a place like this."

Not wanting to cause trouble to the country, many of the older generation who retired from the army did not want anything. After returning home from the war, they should farm the land and do farm work.

Medals and heroic deeds are rarely heard from them.

If some people were not discovered by chance, no one in the village would know that they were soldiers.

"Let's go in and have a look."

Carrying the fruit, Ding Xiu stepped into the alley with his brand new leather shoes. Soon, he came to a door.

With his free left hand, he knocked on the door, knocked three times, stopped, and then shouted: "Is anyone home?"
To be continued...