Chapter 312 Internal Conflict? Then find an external enemy!
"Target? What target?" Zhang Jiale was stunned for a moment.

Then he quickly reacted, and murderous intent suddenly rose in his eyes: "Is there really someone playing tricks?"

Guo Mingyu looked unfriendly and nodded slightly.

"Oh my goodness! I was wondering what happened! Turns out someone screwed me!"

Several loud slams on the table were heard almost at the same time. Upon hearing the news, the few people who were still awake in Fanhua could no longer sit still.

In fact, when this wave of online public opinion first started, many people in Fanhua had doubts about whether they were being manipulated by someone with ulterior motives.

But there has been no clear evidence.

After all, considering the level of rebelliousness of this group of fans, it is possible for them to create this level of online explosion even if they did not receive any money.

And only now, when the situation was almost hopeless, did they finally receive reliable news.

In their excitement, they forgot to control their volume for a moment, and they banged the table loudly and shouted very loudly.

Although the training base had good sound insulation and did not disturb others, it was enough to wake up the other two guys who had just fallen asleep.

"What happened?" Xiye poked his head out of the bedroom tremblingly, his expression complicated and filled with guilt.

In his opinion, who else but himself could make Fanhua and all the old men break down their defenses in the middle of the night?

It's better to give up the starting position...

On the other side, in Mo Fan's bedroom, he didn't think as much as Xiye did. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out directly.

So it is always good to spend less time on social media.

Seeing that both of them were awakened, the first reaction of the people in the living room was to breathe a sigh of relief.

It will be easier now.

Zhang Jiale changed his deliberate caution and calmness towards Xiye these days and casually patted the empty seat on the sofa beside him: "You're awake, just in time. Let's have a combat meeting."

Xiye was in a low mood, and was a little overwhelmed by Zhang Jiale's sudden relaxation, so he hurried over and sat down.

On the other side, Mo Fan, who had no idea what was going on, followed closely behind.

When everyone arrived, Sun Zheping couldn't wait to ask Guo Mingyu: "So who is causing this trouble?"

"Divide into several layers." After getting the exact information, Guo Mingyu was no longer in a hurry and spoke slowly.

"The most superficial ones, those who directly incite fans to stir up trouble, are some of you 'former semi-professional fan leaders'."

Zhang Jiale nodded. This was also the news he knew.

"In fact, I'm an old fan who has been following you since your debut. I've gradually become famous among your fans thanks to my seniority and activity."

"After they have a certain prestige and influence, they have become an important means for clubs and other officials to guide fans."

"Why do they still do this kind of thing?" Zhang Jiale was suspicious.

Although the team captains during the Glory era did have a lot of work to do, it was not so much that they had to manage fans in the fan club.

Only a guy like Guo Mingyu, who has worked in management for many years, knows all the twists and turns involved.

"Have you ever thought about how to gain fame and prestige among such a huge number of fans?" Guo Mingyu asked back.

Zhang Jiale couldn't answer for a moment.

"It's very simple. Either you spend a lot of money to create a rich persona, or you charge to the front once the rhythm comes and create a berserker persona."

“No matter what kind of personality it is, if there is no fanatical belief, it cannot be supported.” Guo Mingyu spread his hands.

To put it bluntly, although the fan club in the e-sports circle is not small, after all, different industries have different worlds. These game-playing people are far less professional in managing fan clubs than those in the entertainment industry next door.

Therefore, there are basically no professional fan leaders in the true sense at present.

Fan opinion leaders are all such fanatical toxic fans.

What are toxic fans for? Isn’t it that apart from their own brother who is supreme, all others are trash and can be sacrificed?

This time, the fans in the fan circle formed a group to attack Xiye. Besides the fact that they did accept bribes, maybe part of the reason was that they really agreed with that bullshit theory.

It would be a bad idea to continue talking about this topic, so Zhang Jiale could only change the subject: "Now that we have finished talking about the first level, let's talk about the financial backer behind it, right?"

"Sponsor? What sponsor?" Xiye had been listening in a daze for a long time, and suddenly heard the word "sponsor", he suddenly became alert.

He finally realized what the rest of the team was discussing.

"Someone paid a group of trolls to mess with me? I was wondering why they were scolding me so harshly these past two days?"

Although it was delayed for a few minutes, Xiye's banging on the table finally came.

At this moment, his eyes were all red.

During this period, because of the public opinion on the Internet, it is hard to imagine how badly he suffered.

Not only was his faith on the verge of breaking, he was also suffering from wild self-doubt, and his life was also severely affected.

After all, to some extent, Xiye himself is also a fan of Zhang Jiale, and he also feels that his performance is not up to these big brothers.

In other words, this wave of rhythm made even the owner himself believe it.

However, when Xiye heard that someone was paying to stir up trouble behind the scenes, he felt a buzzing in his head, and then blood rushed to his forehead.

I couldn't care less about anything.

Seeing Xiye's excited look, Zhang Jiale tried hard to hold back his laughter and replied unhappily:
"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that you can't trust the reviews on the Internet? You just didn't believe it. Now you know about the Joker, right?"

"Don't I know that I've been screwed?" Finally, after almost four days of being timid, Xiye spoke back to Zhang Jiale without reservation for the first time.

Zhang Jiale was amused.

Sure enough, once the crux of the problem is found, the problem that was originally almost unsolvable becomes easy to solve.

It is especially interesting when the crux of the problem is actually a specific person.

As we all know, when a group faces chaos and division, the most effective way is to transfer the conflict to the outside and establish an external enemy.

So Xiao Huzi found a squid for De San, and a world-class company found 8U porridge / Sai Weng Tencent water army for its own guards...

And now, Zhang Jiale has dragged out the mastermind behind Xiye's plot.

Originally, Xiye was tortured like this by public opinion, not only because of the huge voices of people scolding him, but also because he himself believed in that theory to a certain extent.

But now, when he heard that someone had spent money to use public opinion to target him, he immediately forgot all his previous self-doubt.

I just want to drag out the mastermind behind this and chop him into pieces.

What? Is there something wrong with my typing?

Can't you see that I was being manipulated by someone with ulterior motives?
Isn't this problem solved?

Seeing Xiye had recovered his former vigor and vitality, Zhang Jiale felt relieved and spoke in a more relaxed tone: "Old Guo, tell me, who the hell is behind this?"

Guo Mingyu also nodded slightly, and then said seriously: "It's a media person."

"Media people? Is it that damn e-sports house again?" Sun Zheping was almost going to have ptsd from these three words.

"That's not the case. These people are in a worse situation than those who failed." Guo Mingyu sneered. "Ruan Cheng, do you know this name?" Guo Mingyu looked around.

As expected, everyone saw question marks in Fanhua’s eyes.

Ruan Cheng...who is that?
Is it famous?

"This Ruan Cheng once led the charge against Tang Rou in the spring season when Xingxin lost to us 2:0 and Xiao Tang was beaten up by Lao Zhao." Guo Mingyu was also amused, and then he read out Ruan Cheng's resume.

"At the time, the media he worked for, E-Sports Times, published a so-called heroic article that criticized Tang Rou to the point of being worthless."

"But the influence of the e-sports era itself is limited, and the timeliness of print media is far less than that of social media in the mobile Internet era."

"It's not as fast as Dansha Bar, its influence is not as influential as Dansha Bar, and even its radical content and overall vitality are not as strong as Dansha Bar, so it's natural that it's being veiled in all aspects."

Guo Mingyu's tone was filled with a strong sense of gloating.

This kind of person is the typical one who can't even get a hot meal.

"After that, E-Sports Times not only failed to become popular by relying on black traffic, but was put on our official blacklist because of its arrogance, and soon went bankrupt."

"Ruan Cheng has also become an unemployed vagrant, relying on the identity of a 'freelance writer' to write rhythms on a certain high-end blue forum to earn a living."

"And this time, he is also behind the rhythm."

The mastermind behind the scenes finally showed up, and turned out to be an old acquaintance with a long history of bad deeds.

But including Zhang Jiale, no one in Fanhua started slamming the table and cursing. Zhang Jiale frowned slightly and asked, "This shouldn't be the last floor, right?"

How could a down-and-out former journalist, a loser with an unstable income, have the ability to set up such a huge pace?

Zhang Jiale didn't believe at all that there was no instruction from a higher level behind this.

"Indeed not, but from now on, it is no longer something we are qualified to deal with." Guo Mingyu nodded.

He didn't say anything after that, but everyone could understand: that was an opponent on the same level as Teng Jing and even Teng Hai headquarters.

"Then what should we do? We can't just lie down and be laughed at, right?" Xiye asked impatiently.

At this moment, he no longer had any of his previous autism.

Didn't you hear me? I was involved in a war between powerful forces whose market capitalizations are counted in billions. Is there any need for me to shut myself up?
"How about... the old rules, expose it?" Zhang Jiale thought about it and suggested.

Looking at Xiye's lively and energetic appearance now, you will know how powerful the model of foreign enemies spending money to wage a propaganda war and directly exposing it to the public is.

Once the mastermind appears in the sunlight, people's attention will be completely diverted in an instant.

But Guo Mingyu shook his head gently: "It's not that easy."

"Why?" Zhang Jiale asked.

"The evidence this time...the source is a bit shady." Guo Mingyu sighed.

To put it bluntly, for a game like this where the opponent spends money to buy trending searches, it is extremely difficult to find evidence unless the person involved himself defects.

On Tenghai's side, in order to get any clues, Pei Yunteng had to use some shameful means.

To the extent that the system has been considering whether to sue Pei Yunteng for exploiting the workers and trampling on the power of the system.

Such evidence may be useful for internal explanations, but once it is brought out to the public, it will inevitably be subject to external questioning.

However, if no concrete evidence is provided and an official statement is made based on empty words, it can easily be regarded by conspiracy theorists as an attempt to shift the blame and divert conflict.

While Zhang Jiale was still racking his brains over what to do, Xiye, the person at the center of the matter, reacted the fastest: "I have a plan!"

Seeing other people looking over, he smiled evilly: "If we use the official account to directly expose the news, there will definitely be many people who question the authenticity and impose conspiracy theories."

"Because the official account itself is used for this purpose."

"But if the news was leaked by us privately and accidentally, even if there is no evidence, the credibility will be several times higher!"

"Netizens love to read this kind of gossip!"

After hearing what Xiye said, everyone's faces lit up.
"Genius! You are just cut out for this!" Sun Zheping gave a thumbs up.

When this guy is not emo, he is really smart!
"In that case, we need someone who, even if the information is leaked, the fans will not suspect that it was premeditated, a 'big leaker'..."

……

So, the next evening, Huang Shaotian went to the live broadcast room.

Huang Shaotian’s live broadcast room has always been the most lively among professional players’ live broadcast rooms.

On the one hand, this kid's mouth is as powerful as a machine gun, and he is definitely a natural live broadcast master. As long as he starts broadcasting, there will be no lack of program effects.

Especially when commentating on other teams' games, the liveliness of one person's commentary can be comparable to the marketing accounts' slices of all the second channels cut together.

On the other hand, Huang Shaotian has the least number of live broadcasts in the entire Blue Rain team.

After all, if the live broadcast time was a little longer, this kid would definitely be more obsessed with playing than Mo Fan who played Narration.

Huang Shaotian was not originally scheduled to broadcast live today, but he claimed that he had pestered Yu Wenzhou all night, and that Blue Rain had won beautifully in the previous games, so he got this opportunity.

It is naturally a pleasant surprise for fans.

After winning two or three games in a row, Huang Shaotian stretched his body and suddenly had an idea: "It doesn't seem interesting to play solo. Why don't I find someone to play with? Find someone from another team. It's really boring to play with the captain all the time."

There is naturally no objection to this in the barrage, as cross-team grouping has always been one of the more popular programs.

"Then the question is, who should we look for? Lao Ye? Lao Ye has a match tonight... As for Lao Song, he just beat them up, so they probably still hate us..."

Huang Shaotian analyzed them one by one with his lips moving up and down, while opening the chat boxes in the friend list one by one.

"... Zhang Jiale? They must still be worried about being led by the rhythm. It must feel terrible to be messed with."

After opening a few, he opened Zhang Jiale's account chat box intentionally or unintentionally. After a second, as if he realized something, he quickly closed it.

"You didn't see anything!" He warned guiltily.

But it was too late.

For such a popular live broadcast room, the Slice Man marketing account records the entire process.

Moreover, the moment the chat history between Huang Shaotian and Zhang Jiale was leaked, someone had already quickly taken a screenshot.

Ye Yu Sheng Fan: "What's going on?"

Baihua Liaoluan: "What else can I do? I was screwed by someone!"

Baihua Liaoluan: "The rival team paid the fan leader to stir up trouble, and no one listened to my explanation."

Baihua Liaoluan: "Ghost's fan club is all business."

When this screenshot was posted on major social platforms, another bloody storm was about to come.

　Today is still a shameful update.

　　After sitting on the high-speed train for a whole day, I am physically and mentally exhausted. I have to get up early to catch the train tomorrow, so today is the last day I will update.

　　Apologize!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)