Free Web NovelChapter 372: Chapter 219: Shooting Oneself in the Foot! Let Your Original Work Do the Talking
The more Master Yu thought about it, the angrier he got. He immediately took out his phone and posted on his microblog: *Some people will stop at nothing to fake their engagement numbers. Is Tiao Yin really going to do nothing about it?*
Master Yu’s furious microblog post immediately garnered a great deal of attention.
Especially from his fans.
It had to be said, although he was relentlessly flamed online, he still had a sizable and extremely loyal fanbase. Moreover, these fans were formidable fighters.
Seeing their idol being wronged, the fans immediately connected it to the Tiao Yin music chart incident.
After all, *Symptom* had been at the top of the chart just yesterday, the universally acclaimed number one. But when they woke up this morning, it had been dethroned by that Wang Qiqi’s cover of *Crescent Bay*. Her 5.6 million-plus likes were clearly not normal.
Now, after reading their idol’s microblog post, they all understood what was going on. That Wang Qiqi must have faked her numbers; otherwise, how could she possibly have surpassed *Symptom*’s stats?
They knew *Symptom* was a highly artistic song created in the name of fighting cancer. How could it possibly lose?
Even though the song was flamed by countless people, it was only because those people lacked the ability to appreciate true music. Those plebeians weren’t worthy of judging this song.
As if sensing Master Yu’s fury, his fans grew enraged as well. They flooded Wang Qiqi’s comment section and began their verbal assault:
"You fake your numbers and really think you’re number one?"
"Shameless data-botter!"
"Fuck, even if you bot your numbers, it’s useless. I’m reporting you right now!"
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Wang Qiqi was panting, her hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks.
After the strenuous exercise, she didn’t want to move an inch, and she shot her boss a playfully resentful look. freewebnσvel.cѳm
’Really, he’s so tireless so early in the morning.’
’The pleasure... I love it so much!’
As she watched him light a cigarette, she picked up her phone to check the stats for her cover of *Crescent Bay*. The number, over five million likes, made her ecstatic.
And what’s more, she had really surpassed Master Yu and taken the top spot on the music chart.
’As expected, my boss is the best.’
The likes from this one video he helped her shoot were more than what the planning department could achieve with who knows how many videos.
But her brow quickly furrowed. "Boss, are these people saying we faked our numbers Master Yu’s fans?"
Chen Jincheng took the phone and glanced at the comments.
’Isn’t this a case of the pot calling the kettle black?’
Just then, he received a WeChat message from Sister Hong. He froze for a moment when he saw it.
It was a screenshot of a microblog post.
It was Master Yu’s post, criticizing them for faking their numbers and Tiao Yin for its inaction.
’No way, is this guy for real? Is he actually pulling a pot-kettle-black routine?’
This was something Chen Jincheng hadn’t expected. Since that was the case, there was no need to be polite. He forwarded the screenshot directly to Yijin, telling him and the clipping team to blow the story up and call on Tiao Yin to deal with the chart manipulation.
After all, Master Yu was dissing Tiao Yin, and on another social media platform at that. This was a provocation, a blatant show of disrespect.
Would Tiao Yin stand for that?
Once the story blew up, Tiao Yin would definitely have to step in. And at that point, if it was discovered that Master Yu had faked his *own* numbers—a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black—wouldn’t that be a spectacular show?
Having received his orders, Yijin naturally contacted the clipping team at once to start blowing up the story.
The members of the clipping team were also very enthusiastic; this was clearly an opportunity to pull in a wave of traffic.
So, in a short amount of time, Master Yu’s microblog post, which had already stirred up some buzz, absolutely exploded in popularity.
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「Meanwhile.」
Master Yu had already washed up and enjoyed a nice breakfast. After making that microblog post and seeing his fans’ comforting words and shared indignation, his mood had improved considerably.
But just as he arrived at his studio, his assistant rushed up to him. "Boss, did you make a post on your microblog?"
"What’s wrong?" Master Yu asked, confused.
The assistant hastily reminded him, "Boss, we botted a million likes ourselves."
The implication was obvious: he might have just drawn fire upon himself.
Master Yu understood. "I’ll delete the post," he said.
But the assistant frowned. "Boss, it’s too late. Someone has already screenshotted your microblog post and is creating a stir on Tiao Yin. They’re demanding that Tiao Yin investigate data faking. Tiao Yin will probably look into it, and if they do, the fact that we botted our own numbers might be exposed!"
Hearing this, Master Yu instantly knew he was in trouble.
He had done something stupid in a fit of anger and was about to be hoisted by his own petard.
Sensing the impending disaster, he quickly made a phone call. He had to take precautions, just in case.
Because Chen Jincheng had Yijin and the clipping team hype Master Yu’s microblog post into a trending topic, Tiao Yin naturally couldn’t ignore the matter of a major celebrity questioning its platform.
In fact, the matter was reported to Han Shangyou almost immediately.
And he was extremely concerned. After all, this accusation could trigger a chain reaction among other celebrities, which would be extremely detrimental to Tiao Yin’s strategic plan of attracting stars and blurring the lines between celebrities and internet influencers.
Therefore, he immediately ordered an investigation into the music chart.
It was naturally very easy for Tiao Yin to investigate such matters. Before long, an assistant came to report, "President Han, the results are in. Almost everyone on the music chart has botted their numbers to some degree. Only Wang Qiqi of Second-Life Star has completely authentic data."
Han Shangyou’s eyes immediately fell on Wang Qiqi’s cover of *Crescent Bay*. The song was indeed good, but the crucial point was that her 5.6 million-plus likes were all real.
Now *that* was impressive.
Or rather, Chen Jincheng was impressive. This had to be his doing.
