I ran for president with scumbag money

Since the absence of Leon, SY TV has no choice but to continue broadcasting Survival in the Wild. In order to stimulate the appetite of the audience, they organized a haunted house survival trip this time.

Master Bei has been restless and restless, unable to enter the state at all.

The reason is very simple. This tough guy who never changes his expression no matter he faces an earthquake, a tsunami, a plane crash or wandering on an island is actually very afraid of ghosts.

John was puzzled by this: "I don't understand. Why are you afraid of ghosts? Didn't you meet ghosts at night when you were alone in the wilderness?"

"Because I didn't take the initiative to provoke them," Bei Ye retorted, "but if I enter...that house, it is equivalent to signing a license contract with them on my own initiative, and they will appear in my life..."

"No, I don't understand your logic, are you saying ghosts are like your report cards, just lock them in a drawer and don't look at them?"

"Boss, I really think we can change one..."

"No."

John resolutely refused: "We have lost Leon, so we can only replace his existence with a ghost house that is rumored to be haunted for centuries. It is daytime now, and I can go into the haunted house to check on safety issues, but during the live broadcast at midnight, you You have to go in by yourself."

As he said that, John boldly stepped into this century-old house full of weeds, suitable for appearing in any horror movie as a set.In order to rehearse thoroughly, he brought the VCR during the studio. At this time, the VCR automatically played the narration: "There are terrible rumors about this house. Four years ago, Carol received this house from his deceased grandfather. .

"On the first day she moved into the house, a call came to her mobile phone, she answered without looking at the caller ID, 'Help me...' the person on the other end screamed, full of helplessness and fear .

"Before she could answer, the call was cut off, when she looked up and saw—"

A burst of music sounded at the same time, and John almost jumped up. He took out his mobile phone, looked at the number on the screen, and found that it was Leon.

He let out a breath, said "Damn" to himself, and then picked up the phone: "Hello, Mr. Morton, I'm John."

His voice caught Leon's attention: "Did something happen over there?"

"No, I'm arranging a show." John wiped his sweat and said.

"Oh good, I want to ask, do you intend to broadcast some news?" Leon asked briskly, "The kind that makes trouble."

John thought quickly in his mind, and said after a while: "That depends on which one it is. You want to make an appointment with Mr. Hines, If You Are the One, can you discuss it clearly?"

Others saw Leon cursing "Damn" in a low voice, and then the other party's voice became clear: "No, no, it's about the Hawke family."

"The Hawke family?" John paused, finally defeated by his own curiosity and doubts, "What happened to them?"

"I found out that they were engaged in some illegal activities."

This sensitive word made John instantly alert.

"Listen, Leon," he said sincerely, "I really want to help you uphold justice, but we can't make trouble anymore, okay? The Neeson family is not as powerful as you think, I'm just an ordinary little rich second The generation, the kind that even supermodels can’t afford. I only have this TV station, inherited from my father, and we will be embarrassed if it goes bankrupt.”

"If possible, I don't want to trouble you, but..."

"I really can't report this time, Leon," John wanted to hang up, but after thinking about it, he said, "The Hawk family put pressure on me, and I could ignore him because I didn't touch him." For his benefit, wouldn’t it cost him a lot of money not to congratulate him on TV? Besides, didn’t I honestly come to the door to give gifts in private? Now you have to confront him face to face, sorry, I’m retiring.”

"John..."

"Leon," John said suddenly, "do you still remember the deadline for the election?"

Leon was taken aback.

"That's it, goodbye."

"Hello?" Leon only heard a series of busy tones, and when he called again, the other party simply turned off the phone.

Leon wiped his face, it seemed that John didn't intend to get involved any more.

He couldn't afford to take the risk.

However, when he said...

"How is it?" Binny asked.

"He refused." Leon shook his head and said, "Let's see what you brought back first."

Binny nodded and took the chip out of his pocket.

At this time, Roy was sitting in the corner eating fried chicken, the kind he gnawed so hard that he ate the bones, and Edith chatted with him, and he occasionally responded with a nod or a shake of his head.

Edith leaves Roy with James when she goes to the bathroom.

James called just now. He didn't understand the situation, and he was sitting in a chair, bored.

Before being summoned by the phone, he had been playing games in the temporary residence of the box house. It was sweltering and there was no fan. He tried to endure it, and the skin on his face was red when he came out.

Now, Edith let him be with someone else, which was exactly what he wanted.

Seeing that Edith was gone, the "uncomfortable" decided to tease the "newcomer".

"My name is James, your name is Roy, right? Let's chat for a while," James pulled the chair over, sat in front of him, and looked at him with his head tilted. "Where are you from? What happened to you?"

Roy was choked by the chicken bone, but did not speak.

"Let me tell you," James said jokingly, wrapping his arms around his thin shoulders, "these people are lunatics, and following them, we will all become lunatics sooner or later."

Roy glared at him: "They're not crazy."

"No? Well, why do you say that?" James challenged him.

"There was an accident in the mine, my brother was buried, those people didn't save people, and even turned the mine... I want to seek justice. Mr. Erwin said they would help me." Roy said lightly.

Compared with the previous excitement, his current mood is almost cold, as if he has left the identity of the victim and entered the range of bystanders.

"Ask for justice?" James thought for a while, and said bluntly, "That's difficult."

"How?" Roy looked at him and asked.

He didn't panic or worry. Instead, he seemed to be asking about an unimportant matter.

"Look, if you want to get justice, you must first get people to pay attention to this matter, otherwise you won't even be able to touch the side of a big man like Netann. If you want to get people's attention, there are no more than two channels, TV news and online posts.

"Leon has been rejected by the TV just now, and now only the Internet is left."

"Network...how?"

Seeing that Roy's attention was attracted, James spoke more vigorously:

"If you want to expose black mines, it's not exciting enough to just talk about the crushing of labor and the dead. You have to have a point, a 'point' to mobilize the audience's emotions, which is the so-called 'leading war'.

"For example, you can first scold Naitan for being anti-human rights. When you scold this matter, it is a hot search, and netizens pay attention to it, and they will argue why you scolded him. Naitan is such a good person. But you just don't like it. Say, don’t talk about life and death, wait until Naitaen fights back against you, this matter will be considered a fire, and at this time you will explode the mine..."

James babbled.

"I just want them to know that my brother died unjustly and the mine should be shut down." Roy frowned, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

James patted him on the shoulder and said sympathetically: "I have worked in Duanbo for so many years and read a lot, but I have never seen such a thing come true.

"The method I just mentioned can only maintain the momentary enthusiasm. When the big stars come on stage, all kinds of eye-catching news will be overwhelming. You are in the past tense."

Roy looked at him.

James had no choice but to explain further: "Nobody cares, understand? You can only wait for justice... It will come in about N years? During this period, you can earn more money, and it is more practical to live well."

"What do you mean...on the hot search?"

"Hot search is spending money to promote and let many people know about you."

"I don't have any money," Lowe said.

"No money? If you don't have money, it won't happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Hot searches cost money to maintain, but on the premise that you can't offend richer people, if you don't buy posts, they will sink quickly." James said, "My former boss's favorite sentence, we can't use hot searches to let people Others decide what to do, but we can use hot searches to make him care about what."

Roy frowned.

He was not stupid, he digested it quickly, and said: "You mean, if I want to seek justice, I must ensure that more people know about this matter. In order to let more people know, I need money?"

"Have you heard of celebrities?" James asked back, "Do you know why only celebrity news is more likely to occupy hot searches?"

Roy shook his head: "I don't know."

"It's very simple, hot search is not necessarily what you want to see, but it must be what the initiator wants you to see. Celebrities need topicality, and they will come up with more topical things to make people chat more happily , If it’s good, praise it, and if it’s bad, it’s over. Anyway, this is the purpose of traffic. Celebrities will not trouble you like a family.

"You are not entertainment news, not rich gossip, not peach/porn news, just a piece of current affairs news, it is too difficult to become a hot search. Netanne only needs to hire a group of programmers whose hair has not fallen out, and set a few key points words, you can delete all your posts cleanly.

"Even he can be more ruthless and engage in a 'reverse', turning you from a victim to a perpetrator, from an innocent to a criminal."

"Then look, what should I do?"

"Fight against Netann with more money."

"More money? My brother is dead, I want justice, I want everyone to pay attention to this matter, must there be money?"

"It's not just about being rich," James said, scratching his hair. "If you want to sue him, whether the court will accept the case or not depends on Nathan's face. Have you ever heard of this saying:' Who is under the hall? What are you suing me for?'”

"If I want to seek justice from him, I have to look at his face?"

"correct."

"It's him who bullies me, so I have to ask him to give us a reason?"

"correct."

"Then how could he talk to me?"

"So you have to beg on your knees, maybe someone will take care of you if you get into trouble."

Roy thought for a while and said, "Leon is rich?"

"He has a ghost." James yawned, "Following the boss is fun everywhere, but being poor, but I have savings, so I'm not afraid for now."

"Why can he..."

"He is well-known. He made a lot of noise during the campaign, and targeted several families. During that time, because of the incidents caused by him, the short blog was paralyzed several times, and his voice was a little louder."

"But Mr. Erwin said..."

James slapped the table and said loudly, "That's why I say these people are crazy!"

Oscar leaned over and slapped him on the back of the head: "Can you calm down? It's so noisy!"

As soon as James met Oscar, he took out his mobile phone and asked Roy with a low eyebrow, "Can you play? I'll teach you."

"...I don't know how to read."

"Let's watch a movie then."

At this time, Oscar waved to James with a cold face: "Come here."

James put the mobile phone that was playing the movie into Roy's hand, dragged the chair and leaned over: "What's the matter?"

Roy put the phone aside, pulled the plate of fried chicken, and continued to eat with big mouthfuls.

Seeing James coming, Oscar pushed the computer to him: "Try it, can the post be sent?"

He just tried all the methods, but no matter how he edited, the posts on the major forums could not be posted, or disappeared instantly after posting, and now only short blogs remained.

"It's useless." James understood it with just one glance, "I've been caught."

"I thought about it too," Oscar asked, "Can you solve it?"

"Yes, I can even change the hot searches of short blogs." James said confidently.

"Changed? You mean to bypass the blockade and send out this news?... Grabbing the headlines?"

James said happily: "It just doesn't cost money, relying on system bugs to keep the news on the headlines."

"Can?"

"It's very fun." James moved his fingers and said enthusiastically, "I broke the system I made myself. Does this count as 'I broke myself'?"

"You are the former maintainer of the short blog, so doing this will not cause you any trouble?" Oscar frowned.

"Wooooow, I know you really still care about me." James pretended to wipe his tears, trying to grab his clothes.

Oscar pushed him away in disgust: "No one cares about you!"

"Just don't let them know it's me," James said with a smile after being pushed away, "If the former boss calls me and asks me, I'll just say I don't know, it's a hacker's job."

There are currently ten hot searches on the short blog, two are about "plastic surgery", one is about "box office", one is about "co-branding", two are about "makeup", and the rest are all about names and surnames, but Leon has never heard of it related to idols.

Under James' operation, a post titled "Shocked!It is this kind of thing that makes this man with tens of millions of dollars worry day and night! 》Posts appeared on all major platforms.

"Does it have to be named like that?"

Although Oscar has been working as an entertainment reporter, he still can't stand this headline party style for so long.

"If you don't take it like this, no one will read it," James shrugged. "In fact, I really want to just take "Don't You Know! The Man Who's Powerful in State A hides the truth. After reading it, I was stunned!" "."

"You are enough!"

The acquisition of this title is really ruining all three views. At first glance, I thought they were going to announce Naita Enyang X, which had nothing to do with the word "serious news".

"By the way, I also wrote a rogue software, Oscar, do you want to use it?" James said excitedly, "After this software spreads, the browser will definitely be your news, and I can even spread it across the country Go to the meeting..."

"...you stop first." Oscar said wearily.

James wrote a few more commands, making these posts like chewing gum stuck to the soles of shoes, difficult to tear off.

After being on the headline of the short blog, the attention is getting higher and higher, but the difference is that many people are commenting:

"what happened?"

"What's the situation? Where's my husband's hot search?"

"An accident happened in the mine? Miao, can these people get better?"

"Is this hot search bought? It's rising so fast?"

"It's not easy for miners"

……

It's obviously current news, but eight out of ten are about trending searches.

Gradually, fewer people asked about hot searches, and comments on the news itself never appeared.

James pressed the "Refresh" button again.

Suddenly, the trending search changed, and he was taken aback: "This is...?"

The video is very long and there are many photos. Leon watched it carefully, exchanged glances with Binny, and said, "Did you find a direct connection with Naitan?"

"No." Binny said, "I asked people to watch the mine, and if they tried to fill it up, I would stop them even if they got into trouble. But the problem is..."

Just as Leon was about to speak, James yelled in his ears: "Boss, boss, have you watched the webcast? Someone is provoking you."

"Internet TV?"

Leon hadn't checked the internet or watched TV for a while, and he didn't know what happened during his absence. He opened the URL sent by James, and there was a speaker in a suit and leather shoes who was talking eloquently:

"I think capital is the weak, laborers have already taken advantage of too much.

"Why would I say that?

"When a company starts up, there is only one boss. He doesn't have the energy to manage the many employees under him. The money he invests is completely controlled by the employees.

"Let's put it this way, is an employee's [-] really as bitter as they complain?

"As a staff member, I don't think so.

"I have seen many employees. They go to work at nine o'clock every morning. They actually let themselves go all morning. They eat at 11:30 noon, sleep until two o'clock, and continue to be dazed in the afternoon until four o'clock when they start working. At this time There are only five hours left before the so-called nine o'clock end of work.

"That is to say, he actually only worked five hours a day. I would like to ask everyone, is it hard work?

"The well-known sci-fi writer Da Liu was originally an electrician, how did he ensure his writing?

"I wrote it secretly while I was working.

"During the period of writing, he definitely didn't have a job, but his boss still paid him the salary according to his standard time of the day, and so on, isn't he exploiting the boss?

"The boss pays [-]% of the agreed salary, but the employee does not have [-]% of the work. Not only that, but the employee complains. But in fact, you are the one who makes the boss seriously damaged and exploited.

"The blood of capitalists flows from every pore of these laborers from birth, and they cannot get rid of the original sin of laborers.

In this case, even if I tell Leon Morton face to face, he will not dare to speak..."

Brother, are you bullying me for not being there?

Leon had nothing to say for a moment.

He suddenly found that his words were very small, which was not at all like in the novel, where a person said something very reasonable, or handsomely turned back a high-ranking but full of crooked people, and immediately a bunch of people who agreed would applaud loudly praise him.

Not to mention that because he has ideals, there will be a group of people responding to him and shouting at him.

No, there are, but their strength is still not enough.

The more he reasoned and presented the facts, the more people would jump out and try to refute him from every angle, every direction, and use all sophistry to defeat him.

"System, am I really living in a novel by the brainless Jack Su?" He thought to himself.

The system made a sound in time: "Yes, buddy."

"Why can't I feel the ease of this world at all?" he thought.

"Hey, how many times have I told you that you want to choose the difficulty of hell." The system said cheerfully, "What? Changed your mind?"

Change your mind?

Leon slammed his laptop shut.

"Leon?"

"Sorry," Leon said, "I'm going to have a cigarette."

He stood at the smoking place, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and thought carefully about what he should do next:

"Binney has brought back the evidence, and I can use this as evidence to reveal that Nathan Hawke ran black mines and killed people, but Nathan Hawke will definitely not admit it. The struggle between me and him is still going on. to continue...

"I have to find a way to refute the heresy just now, otherwise it will be another trouble..."

He took out his phone and looked at the real date.

The state A representative election is not without time. So far, his number of votes is still below the Oscars. Recently, because he has stopped speaking and the heat has passed, he has fallen to the same level as Kennan.

There is no shortage of real candidates in the post-emergence, and there is a great potential to catch up.

Is the remaining time really enough for him to defeat Netann, regain public opinion, and win the representative position of State A?

In other words, step by step, even if the election is over, you have to follow your own will, and wait until the next election begins before re-participating?

Thinking of this, Leon found himself searching for the time of the next state A election, realizing this, he turned off his phone.

"Leon?"

Leon flicked his fingers, and the soot sprinkled on his clothes.

He raised his eyes and saw Edith standing in front of him, looking at him with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Leon said with a smile, "I'm sorting out my next campaign ideas."

Edith came over and stood beside him, and Leon carefully stubbed out the cigarette.

"How did you organize it?" Edith said.

"I do the math and I need to wait for the next election." Leon turned his head and said earnestly, "I did the math, and to bring down Netaen requires an appeal, trial, and prosecution... After a whole set of procedures, the time must be too late. "

"Next time, can you afford to wait?"

"Why can't I wait? Isn't there someone who fought for the election until the age of 80? I'm only in my early twenties and I can afford it." Leon smiled and said, "What's more, if Oscar is elected this time, I can still be his The subordinates learn from experience."

"Actually, you've done a good job," Edith said.

Leon lowered his head and thought for a while, then said with a smile: "It's really cool to have a fight. Without considering the result."

In the end, there is still insufficient public opinion and insufficient preparation.

They were silent for a while, until Leon said: "Let's go, the TV channel has been blocked, let's go in and see what the trending searches are."

No response.

Even if James used tricks to make the mining disaster appear on the hot search, he only got a small amount of eyes.

"It seems that no one cares about miners." James seemed to be talking to himself while holding the computer, "Yes, miners don't sound like they have anything to do with topicality."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me and irrigated the nutrient solution~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!