Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"I'm not as good as you say."

Jiang Zhuhua gently shook his head.

"I'm just used to doing it this way. My values ​​and morals don't allow me to do anything despicable."

If you have a bad childhood, you will attract the attention of many teachers. However, most of those teachers are kind and will instill correct values ​​in you and teach you by example.

Jiang Zhuhua did not go astray; on the contrary, through the education of many people, he gradually developed more upright values.

"My love isn't even as pure as yours."

Imperfections in relationships are always hurtful, and Jiang Zhuhua pointed this out, giving both parties a psychological preparation.

I am not as honest as you.

What started as mutual compliments quickly turned into the two of them pointing out each other's shortcomings.

Suddenly, as if they had discovered something, the two looked at each other and smiled, and in an instant, they felt relieved about everything.

"Go out and watch TV with An'an for a while. I'll contact you after I've dealt with this."

Jiang Zhuhua smiled faintly and pushed the person towards the door. Outside, a person and a dog were watching the doorway not far away, pretending to be completely unconcerned.

"Honey, go get some fruit for your uncle. You two go play for a while, Mommy has something to do."

Huo Wang is too old to call someone "brother," and if he does, wouldn't that be a difference in seniority?

Jiang Zhuhua smiled and brought the two of them together, then turned and walked into the study.

Sitting in the chair, I took out my spare phone and checked the online discussions. The situation was still quite heated, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the gossip and joining in the fun.

Normally, things in the art world don't get that much attention, since there aren't many people who are truly dedicated to art.

To say there's nothing going on inside would be absolutely wrong.

That sinking sand is designed to destroy people.

She gave many people in the company a holiday, but Jiang Ning and He Wei were still there.

"He Wei, have you seen the trending topics?"

Jiang Zhuhua knew a little about these two people, but since he didn't spend much time with them, his understanding was limited. He only had a general idea of ​​what each of them was good at.

"Wait a moment, boss, I'm working right now."

He didn't switch his computer from slacking off to working. His face was expressionless, but his voice carried a hint of amusement.

This is what working people are like.

"Excuse me, boss, which one are you referring to? Is it the video of that celebrity wishing everyone a Happy New Year? Or the video from the Spring Festival Gala?"

There are only so many things going on in the entertainment industry, so why not just talk about things within the industry? After all, there are actors who can perform on the Spring Festival Gala, and not everyone has a scandal.

"No, it's that Chen Sha plagiarism case, the one that's been making headlines."

Jiang Zhuhua offered a reminder.

"Boss, should we enter the art world?"

This was really a bit sudden; why did He Wei say something so out of the blue?

But isn't this cross-industry collaboration a bit too big? But then I thought, the boss already runs a restaurant, so it's not a big deal.

"Boss, who would you like to partner with? I'll go and get the contract signed for you."

Looking at his salary and the generous year-end bonus that had just arrived, He Wei finally mustered the enthusiasm to go to work.

"No, I want you to help me arrange a meeting with Chen Sha, and I also need to find someone to ask about controlling the online comments. I'll get some data for you later, and you can give it to me..."

Jiang Zhuhua wanted to make a color palette, but couldn't think of Huo Wang's online name for a while, so he went online to take another look.

"Go and make a palette for Van Gogh's sunflower seeds."

Van Gogh's sunflowers are indeed famous, but the name carries a touch of humor. Jiang Zhuhua felt a mixture of speechlessness and amusement, which even dispelled his subtle anxiety.

"what?"

He Wei was a little confused.

Creating color palettes, applying washes, or highlighting blacks are common practices in this field. But what about art?

"Can I ask, boss, what's your relationship with that artist? How did we suddenly get involved in this?"

Working overtime during the New Year holiday was painful and frustrating, done entirely for the sake of the generous bonus. At this moment, He Wei suddenly became bolder and, fearlessly, asked...

Sitting across from him, Jiang Ning, who had only heard a few words, looked up from the pile of data as if he were looking at a fool who was courting death.

Are you out of your mind? Do you think it's so easy to find out about the boss's affairs?

In her understanding, the last person who inquired about the boss's private schedule without permission had already been fired.

“I know that person. I can confirm that they didn’t plagiarize. By the way, if you need money, give me an IOU, and it will be transferred from my personal account. Try not to use company resources.”

The company doesn't belong to one person, and its resources cannot be used for private purposes. Jiang Zhuhua understands this clearly and won't give anyone any leverage against him.

"Consider this as personal overtime work for me. Just keep your mouths shut, and I'll pay you extra."

Jiang Zhuhua gave a brief warning.

"Don't worry, boss, I'm very tight-lipped."

Why did not say?

Keep your mouth shut? Jiang Zhuhua believed that. He just didn't quite believe the other person's thought process.

"Think twice before you act, and don't do something like watering a tree until it smokes again. Clean up the mess after you do things."

Jiang Zhuhua felt embarrassed whenever he thought about watering someone's money tree, and it was still steaming. So the memory was particularly vivid.

He didn't recall the stupid things he did when he first started working, and his face felt hot and flushed.

“I was a novice back then, but I’m not the same person I was back then.”

Why didn't you give a serious guarantee, almost as if you were about to raise your hand and swear? Wasn't that the first time you'd done something so despicable? You had absolutely no experience.

Things are different now! Times have changed!

After hanging up the phone, He Wei sat at his workstation with high spirits and began to find out the whole story, and secretly started hiring online trolls.

Even if there's no evidence yet, we should hire some online trolls to steer the conversation in a certain direction and leave that Mrs. Sunflower with a better public image.

You can't force things like this. Some mindless articles cost a few cents each, but the high-quality ones are expensive. Anyway, the boss has money, so he doesn't feel guilty about spending it.

[No hard-boiled articles, just some soft-sell stuff. Praise the other artist, Mrs. Sunflower, for drawing more fluidly and with more feeling than Chen Sha. Something that seems casually unintentional. No sarcastic remarks about the other artist.]

Everyone here is in a group, so why not post the message in the various online troll groups? It's just that we didn't buy a lot of online trolls. If the number of online trolls is large, it will be easy for passersby to notice the situation.

Just a little bit of hype is enough. Once the hype starts, people are more likely to believe what they see and what they speculate. Whoever benefits from the hype, on the internet, is the one who holds the truth.

Jiang Ning finally finished collecting the data and came over to watch the excitement.

The steaming hot coffee warmed my palms, and the owner generously turned on the air conditioning, making the room warm as well.

This kind of overtime work environment is really comfortable. Jiang Ning turned his chair and glanced at He Wei's computer.

"What's wrong with your brains, you people who play the game of social etiquette?"

Jiang Ning looked at the conversations and various price negotiations above, and felt that every sentence seemed normal, but the prices kept changing.

Sometimes the price changes depending on the situation.

"Win people's hearts, bring up old grievances, make grand promises, look to the future, boast about your own abilities, either elevate or belittle them."

Simply put, it's the art of language. He Wei looked at Jiang Ning, who was focused on data and sometimes couldn't even understand other people's sarcastic remarks, and tried to offer a few pointers.

In the end, it was all for naught. Jiang Ning even looked at his hair and inexplicably said, "I remember you get off work earlier than me, why is your hair a bit oily?"

He Wei took out a small mirror from the drawer and carefully examined his hair. It was only slightly oily and not even clumpy; it was just not as fluffy as before.

If no one had pointed it out, it would have been fine. But once someone did, He Wei immediately stood up from his chair, ran to the bathroom without saying a word, and quickly washed his hair.

Then I went to the front desk to borrow a hairdryer.

I'm truly impressed! How can there be such a talented woman?

Why? Why? He Wei really couldn't understand the other person's thought process. Her thought process was like a straight line, going straight to the end without any bends in the middle.

It's like you ask someone an emotional intelligence question, and they solve a math problem instead.