Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

The next day, the research center’s official account issued three statements. The first statement clearly stated that it would never send private messages to users to provide so-called “internal channels”, and that anyone who asks for money before meeting the person is a fraudster.

The second post included a case acceptance receipt, which accused multiple accounts on various platforms, such as "Tiger's Might," "King," and "Tiger Lord," of selling counterfeit and substandard products, impersonating research center employees, and harming the interests of the organization. The post stated that the organization would pursue the matter to the end.

The third message was much simpler, consisting of only one line: "[Welcome to the new member (applause) (applause) (applause)..." followed by a string of @ tags.

The interns who were tagged also joined in the comments and interactions, answering several questions from curious netizens, and their follower count surged. Even their posts from the past two years started getting likes.

The questions below included age, marital status, and home address.

Of course, the most frequently asked question was still that one thing—

How did you get in/pass the exam? (crying soybean emoji)

"[Lucky you, lucky you (grinning emoji)]" one intern replied.

"???"

"The class monitor! Where's the class monitor?! I'm feeling really down (crying soybean emoji)..."

The police are very efficient.

The person selling fake medicine was caught in less than two days.

Xu Weiwei looked up: Hey—! Hmm—this looks familiar…isn't that so-and-so?!

She frantically rummaged through her bookshelves and drawers, finally finding an old resume with a photo on it. The name section prominently displayed three large characters: Lu Dahu.

Xu Weiwei's eyes lit up, and she excitedly held up the resume, exclaiming, "I knew it! I knew it would be useful!!!"

"Who is this?" Wei Lai curiously craned his neck to look closer, and immediately revealed a gritted-teeth expression after seeing the person in the photo.

"Isn't this the one who led the trouble? He said we 'poisoned' him and incited the other trial participants to rebel. It's disgusting to think about..."

"Boss, what do you want with it?"

Xu Weiwei showed him the chat page with the police, and Wei Lai immediately jumped up in anger.

“Damn it! It’s him again! Is this guy crazy? Didn’t he say our traditional Chinese medicine was ‘fake medicine’ and ‘poison’? How come he’s turning around and ‘poisoning’ others? He’s really… I really…”

“He has tasted Chinese medicine, seen what it looks like, and spent two days at the research center. It’s easy for people who don’t know the truth to believe what he says.”

"Seeing so many people unable to access medical care, I felt there was a loophole."

"If he had just made a quick buck and stopped, that would have been fine, but he got hooked after getting a taste of success. In the end, it aroused public outrage," Xu Weiwei said calmly.

Wei Lai also expressed his disdain: "They think they're so great just because they're being clever, but they're actually incredibly stupid."

Since Lu Dahu's planet was quite far away, Xu Weiwei sent an employee as a representative of the research center to handle the lawsuit there.

With ample evidence, the victory was practically a foregone conclusion.

Ultimately, Lu Dahu was sentenced to 10 years in prison for two crimes: producing and selling counterfeit drugs and defamation.

Because he squandered most of his earnings, even selling all his assets couldn't cover the compensation amount, so no one issued him a letter of understanding, and the amount remained the same for the past ten years.

The research center promptly updated the case's progress and final outcome. The public overwhelmingly applauded the results.

[Awesome!!! Selviel! You'll always be my sister!!!]

Look how well our daughter handled this! She was so efficient and decisive!

[I heard that Lu Dahu's family used to show off a lot, building a villa and driving luxury cars. His mother looked down on everyone. So that's how it is. Ill-gotten gains really do come and go quickly.]

[The victim came to report for duty. Can I say the sentence was too lenient? At least he should have been made to drink a bowl of food he made himself. (polite smile)]

One bowl is too little, drink a whole bucket.

[Sorry, my sense of humor and my sense of morality are at odds, hahaha, may I ask what it tastes like?]

You've been presumptuous.

It's hard to describe. My first reaction was bitterness, a bitterness mixed with sourness, and a slightly prickly feeling in my mouth. The dark brown liquid had a few impurities floating in it, which he told me were medicinal dregs...

That's enough, bro, I feel bad for you.

【Ugh~ This is obviously fake, okay? My precious daughter's medicine wouldn't look like this.】

The blogger replied: [It might not even taste as good as this.]

One stone stirs up a thousand waves; the army of question marks has already lined up on its own without any organization.

[What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly @Avril Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Center]

[Don't pretend you can't hear me! I need an explanation! @AvrilTraditionalChineseMedicineResearchCenter]

……

While netizens were still discussing the hot topic, Zhang Pete had already found a public relations manager.

He was initially hesitant about whether to find someone privately or to openly recruit. The former would be easier, but not necessarily reliable, while the latter would ensure the candidate's abilities would be up to standard after going through multiple rounds of screening, but the process would be too complicated.

It wasn't until lunchtime that I mentioned it to my colleagues, and to my surprise, one of them said thoughtfully, "Why not just go to that person, 'Xiao Xiao Bu Xiao'?"

Upon hearing the name, several young people exclaimed "Oh!" in unison, clearly knowing who he was referring to, while the older folks were completely clueless.

"Who?"

"She's the boss's number one fan, a big fan of the Sifors family. She even created the 'Celivia Universe Fan Club' website. Besides that, she also created fan clubs for everyone in her family, such as 'The General's Unofficial Subordinates', 'Goddess Tina Cape', and so on."

Several middle-aged men were stunned: "Everyone has one?"

"Yes, even the dog at home has one, named 'Beta's Observation Diary'."

Another young man quickly chimed in, "Ah, I know! It seems they changed it to a 'weekly journal' later because the update frequency was too low, hahaha!"

“It’s changed again!” The intern quickly swallowed the food in his mouth as he spoke of what he knew. “Because the team has grown, it’s now called ‘Beta and Little One and Snow White and Cumin Chili Observation Diary’.”

"What what what...?"

The intern wiped his mouth: "Beta is that Grossson dog, everyone knows that. Little One is a miniature horse, owned by the Sifors family, it was his boss's mount when he was a child. I don't know what breed Snow White is, but she looks really cool! Pure black!"

"What do you call pure black Snow White..."

“‘Snow White’ is so elegant! I’ve heard that in ancient Earth times, nobles, in addition to their names, also had a ‘courtesy name.’ This courtesy name either had a similar meaning to their given name or was its opposite. Perhaps the young lady considered this. Although its fur is black, its soul is full of innocence. Ah… how elegant!”

Everyone moved away from him.

"Hey, keep going, what about the other two? I think I just heard something about food?"

“Cumin and chili are two sheep. Miss posted a short video last September or October, and she appeared in it.”

After speaking, the intern realized that everyone was looking at him strangely, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"How do you know so clearly?"

"Could it be..."

The intern knew she couldn't hide it anymore. Her ears turned red, and she lowered her head in shame: "You guessed it... I actually... I... I'm a fan of hers too!"

After mustering up her courage, the intern cautiously looked up to observe everyone's reaction, only to find that everyone looked blank.

He was almost in tears: "Although I'm a fan, I've never done anything perverted like stalking or taking photos without my consent. I just wanted to get closer to my idol through my own efforts. I never intended to do anything excessive. I'm not that kind of extremely fanatical fan, I..."

The intern felt utterly hopeless; his internship was probably coming to an end today. At least in the end, he couldn't afford to leave a bad impression on the young lady: "Please don't tell her about this. Just say that I'm 'unqualified and will not be hired,' okay?"

"I don't want the young lady to think I'm the kind of person who would do anything to get close to her..."

"What are you talking about!" The crowd interrupted him, realizing it was a misunderstanding, and couldn't help but find it funny.

"Anyone here who isn't a fan of our boss? It's just a matter of how much they're 'addicted.' Speaking of which, you're more impressive than any of us—"

The intern, with tears in her eyes, stared blankly at her senior colleagues.

"We approached it with a 'let's give it a try' mentality. After all, it was just a job search. The Seifert family wasn't short of money, and even if the young lady was just doing it as a hobby, the salary probably wouldn't be bad. We could leave whenever we found something better. We treated it as a transition period or a stepping stone. Many people had this mentality at the time."

The first batch of "veteran employees" exchanged smiles.

"Who would have thought! Hahaha! I'm so lucky! Hey~~~"

"If we were on the same starting line today, we might not have made it in."

"So what's wrong with working hard towards your goal? We're not in the entertainment industry, you don't need to be so nervous."

"Yeah, you startled us at first, we thought you—" He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

After realizing what was happening, the intern blushed from head to toe: "What are you thinking?! I...she...how could this be!"

"Am I crazy?! Don't I know my own limitations?! You guys really dare to think that way!"

"Ugh~ isn't that... you know...?" "Oh, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding all over." "I didn't say anything!"...

Old Huang coughed sternly: "How did this come about? What were we just talking about?"

"Find a PR firm."

"Right, right, right! The PR thing... Hey? Wasn't it you who suggested it just now?"

"Mm." The intern nodded shyly.

"The person I'm talking about is very capable. She manages so many fan groups under her command in an orderly manner. Whenever there is a negative trend in public opinion, she can quickly detect it and then organize everyone to correct it in time."

"Like this fraud case, at the beginning, there were many voices criticizing us, demanding accountability and an explanation from us. They were really unreasonable and domineering... It was she who led her fans to control the comments and fight back against the netizens who criticized us. Moreover, long before our research center issued a statement, she had already produced anti-fraud posters and videos and spread them on various platforms."

"Oh—" The crowd listened thoughtfully.

"Then, then, what does she do? Doesn't she have any other work now?"

“She studied fine arts, but there aren’t any specific major requirements for the public relations position. As for the job itself—I haven’t inquired about it, but I can ask around for you,” the intern said.

"Hiss—I still don't feel quite right. Having a fan do public relations work for her idol, this...this..." Old Wang couldn't express himself clearly and scratched his head in frustration.

"What's the difference between this and a mother praising her own child's looks?!"

"She might be unfair, and... won't this affect her work?"

"Huh? But... isn't that what public relations is all about... If you're in public relations, wouldn't you be shooting yourself in the foot if you weren't biased?"

Old Wang paused, and after a second, said, "That seems to make sense."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"You know what, you really have to admit, some celebrities' PR teams are not as good as their fans."

“I know the account ‘Xiaoxiaobuxiao’. It’s very famous and has planned many online and offline events. Maybe contacting her will really work.”

“Open recruitment is time-consuming and laborious, and we don’t need many people, so it wouldn’t be good to attract too much attention. But if we look offline, I don’t know anyone suitable.” After saying that, Old Huang looked at Old Wang.

"I do not have either."

Everyone looked at Zhang Pete.

“Then you should try contacting them,” Zhang Pete said.

He was truly at his wit's end. He couldn't possibly borrow people from Furui Group again, could he? He'd already borrowed their legal department three times already, and now he even wanted to borrow their public relations staff. Didn't they have any pride?

In short, let's see if it works first! The prerequisite for agonizing over whether to fry the tomatoes or the eggs first is that you need a pan.