I found the secret to gain popularity

"I'm making money, I'm making money! I'm making money! Huh~"

In the room, a loud alarm sounded from a big bed with bear sheets printed on it.

With messy hair and red eye circles, Duan Zhinan stumbled to turn off the alarm, and pulled the quilt over his head, subconsciously preparing to squint for a while.

Five seconds later, he half-closed his eyes and got up in resignation.

A mistake, he was really drunk last night, he threw himself on the bed when he came back, he didn’t even take a shower, now he has recovered a little bit of consciousness, he doesn’t even need to open his eyes, he can smell the residue left on his clothes The smell of a hangover.

Although Duan Zhinan was a bit of a nerd, he was generally a clean boy, so he scratched his head annoyed, thinking that if he stayed in bed for a second, he would be at a loss for what to do.

He sighed, got up, took off his clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of dripping water in the shower room sounded, and he patted his face against the hazy mist, hoping to wake himself up.

I always feel like he forgot something important...

Duan Zhinan washed his skin with hot water until it turned red. Looking at his wet hair in the mirror, he narrowed his eyes. The more he looked, the more he felt that he was indeed pretty.

He squeezed a little of the basic moisturizing lotion for men, patted his face, and patted, he suddenly captured the idea in his mind that he looked pretty good, and the temporarily dusty memory immediately An overwhelming flood of melons poured into his little head.

He received too much information at once, and his eyes were wide open.

He posted a picture of himself on Weibo!

The kind of his large marketing account!

Duan Zhinan stared at himself in the mirror, wanting to strangle him to death.

What do you say you are doing wrong!I ran to post on Weibo impulsively, obviously I had many reasonable reasons for refusing.

But he did!Just because I was drunk!Impulsively tweeted!

What's more, when he thought of his Weibo name with the word "Shenyan", he felt inexplicably ashamed.

I don't know if this behavior counts as self-promotion, but after thinking about it, he is a little afraid to read Weibo.

Although no fans will know that this photo is the blogger himself hiding behind the screen...

He drooped a towel on his shoulders, and walked out of the bathroom dejectedly.The morning sun looks good, and today is also a sunny day, but his mood is up and down.

He sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his mobile phone connected to the charging cable, took a deep breath, and opened his Weibo account with a heroic look.

It just showed that I logged in. Duan Zhinan has used the iPhone 6 for almost six years, and it was stuck for at least a full minute. Not only did he fail to load the Weibo page, but it crashed!

He pinched the hot mobile phone in a dazed expression, but he didn't react for a while, and then he turned on the small fan as usual, and took the iphone6 ​​to blow on it to dissipate heat.

While blowing, he thought unluckily: When he makes a lot of money, he will immediately change to an iphoneX. He has been coveting it for a long time, the one used by many classmates in the class reunion yesterday.

But while whistling, he didn't know why he remembered Guo Yulin's sentence yesterday that the marketing numbers were all for KPI, and he didn't need any morals.

He exhaled, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

In fact, Duan Zhinan didn’t have a chance to become popular before. When he started this account for about a year, a marketing company team who specialized in this account wanted to sign him, but he gave up after reading the regulations. .

Many people in the marketing account of this very profitable company earn millions a year easily. It can be said that it is a big marketing account, but it is indeed the most notorious on Weibo. It writes fake news every day, and the black people lead the war...

He scratched his little head, thought carefully for a day and night, and then refused.

He still wants to have a bottom line, even if it is to make money, it can't be just bad money!

But in this era, the marketing account of "A Clear Stream" basically can't get ahead. He pursed his lips and thought as he blew. contract at the time.

While thinking, the phone slowly cooled down.

Three minutes later, he finally got his wish and logged in to his Weibo account, and before he had time to check his private messages for new promotional cooperation, he was shocked by a red dotted message on the entire screen.

"Damn it!" Duan Zhinan was dumbfounded when he saw that he retweeted 1+, commented 5000+, and liked 3+ tips.

What's the situation!The Weibo he posted last night is still before ten o'clock in the morning. This amount of interaction is difficult to achieve in the previous month!

He clicked on the comment and was immediately swiped by the oncoming exclamation point.

<My mother is so handsome, so handsome! ! ! >

<I can't breathe anymore, I'm suffocating, help! ! ! >

<Husband!My husband's photo was submitted by that little bitch, you come out to me! ! ! >

Duan Zhinan's heart was beating like thunder, and his cheeks were even redder than when he was bathed in hot water just now. He was half excited, half in disbelief. He couldn't help but fell on the bed with his mobile phone in his hands and kicked his legs twice, like a crazy mouse, a burst of anger His chest was overflowing vigorously, making his voice a bit out of tune:

"Oh! How dare I boast about this!"

As he said this to himself, with a "mysterious smile" on the corner of his mouth, he opened his homepage and began to read the words of praise from these people for his "beauty" one by one.

But looking at it, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

His popular comment High Praise No. [-] is as follows:

<Sisters, come and see the handsome guy!That handsome guy in the back with a short cut in a basketball uniform!I can say it first! >

Duan Zhinan slowly supported his accidentally twisted waist, sat up calmly, and found that the second popular comment was like this:



He twitched the corners of his mouth, turned down the pages without hope, and found that the popular high praises were almost all complimenting the boy behind him in a basketball uniform with a basketball in his left hand, not him.Some passers-by commented that the iron cage could not hold her chicken made of water, and some passers-by begged for a debut.

And the message interface he just started was just replying messages from the building within the building, and it was not a compliment to him.

Duan Zhinan's enthusiasm was poured down by a burst of cold water, and he looked at the short-cut basketball guy behind him in the photo, wishing he could rush into the photo and ask:

Brother, who are you? !