Tongming Media Culture Co., Ltd.
The office was thick with cigarette smoke, and the clatter of keyboards sounded like a bloodless war.
You Hao sat in the boss's chair, feet propped up on his desk, a cigarette between his fingers. He was smugly commanding his army of "keyboard warriors."
"That's right, write it just like that. Slam them hard. Carcinogenic, scalp-rotting—the more disgusting, the better."
"That post about it causing hair loss—bump it to the top. Buy five thousand likes for it."
"And that clarification video from 'Vanilla Honey Peaches'—flood it with ten thousand negative comments. Show her what a real online mobbing looks like."
Watching the reputation of Ding's shampoo crumble bit by bit on the screen, You Hao felt a thrill of satisfaction.
'If this job is a success, my reputation in the industry will soar,' he thought. 'After this, won't smear jobs like these be lining up at my door?'
"Boss, we've got a big order."
