Xili leaned in, scrolling through Su Yufan’s phone for quite a while. No matter how he looked at it, all this information seemed meticulously orchestrated.
Although he rarely paid attention to the internet, he knew how terrifying online public opinion and cyberbullying could be.
“Su Yufan, will these online comments affect your mood? Or rather, would you mind if I responded to these matters?
You can tell me what you want to say, and I’ll convey the message to the netizens. You’re not suited to participate; you need to rest and recuperate.”
Xili Bufa didn’t know who was manipulating public opinion behind the scenes or splashing dirty water on Su Yufan at this time, but he couldn’t ignore it or remain silent.
“Xili, I’ll personally respond to these haters. I also know who’s behind this. After I finish talking with this person, perhaps I can think of a way to deal with it.”
Su Yufan accepted Feng Qing’s friend request. Feng Qing immediately sent her a screenshot of the trending search and a congratulatory green tea emoji.
“You’ve danced for so many years without getting famous. Your mom died, and you’re willing to buy trending searches? Do you still want face?”
Feng Qing sent over a message dripping with malice.
Su Yufan took a deep breath, knowing this woman had come with ill intent, deliberately trying to anger her.
She wanted to call via voice to argue, but then realized the chat log could serve as evidence, so she began patiently typing instead.
Actually, this person was quite stupid. Coming right out of the gate with such an immoral message—as long as these chat screenshots were released, she could be completely ruined.
But what if it wasn’t her who did it? Su Yufan began probing step by step.
“Feng Qing, if you still had any morality or sense of shame, you wouldn’t spend this money on trending searches to insult me and my mother.
I know about your dirty affairs with He Xu, and I know you made a fool of yourself performing abroad. You want to vent your anger by buying trending searches to slander me? Then you’re truly trash.
I handled my mother’s funeral low-key, not wanting it spread and reported by the media, because I wanted those who loved her to remember her beautiful image. I didn’t want to sadden those who loved her, nor did I want to occupy public resources.
What can you gain from spending money to broadcast my mother’s death everywhere? Can your dark, gloomy heart bloom into a flower?
I had no plans to make my cancer public. I only wanted to quietly wait for death to arrive in my hometown alone, not disturbing anyone. For the sake of a man and the lead role, you want to anger me to death early, don’t you?
Then let me tell you now: I’m stronger than you imagine, and I won’t let you get your way.
As for the video you leaked about me seizing property, I can release the property deed at any time. That historic building is under my mother’s name.
The current tenant is my former stepfather. He already has a wife and children long ago and has no inheritance rights. He was also my maternal grandfather’s disciple. This is my family matter. No matter which angle you try to slander me from, you’re simply profiting from our blood.
Let me guess your plan. First, get my mother and me on the trending searches, then exploit the public opinion surrounding us to smoothly establish the narrative of replacing me as the lead. If so, you’re truly hopelessly stupid.
I have quite a few videos of you practicing dance. I can get you on trending searches too, showing everyone how badly you dance.”
Feng Qing looked at the long message and fell into disarray. Her best friend, Na Xuehui, was at her side, offering strategies.
“Feng Qing, don’t be afraid. She has no evidence that you bought the trending searches, and this is a new account. She can’t trace it back to you.
However, she seems a bit clever, able to guess our intentions.
She didn’t reply in a rage with curses, nor did she call to verbally abuse you. She’s very composed.
The content of her messages is all steering things toward portraying her as the victim, a member of a vulnerable group, and highlighting her courage to fight back. These screenshots can’t be released.
Originally, the next step of the plan was to have the water armies bring up the topic of you replacing her as the lead. Your popularity would have been launched alongside that of the mother-daughter pair, but… she guessed it.
Don’t reply for now. Wait while I ask the water army company how to guide public opinion next.
No matter what, we need to perfectly bundle you together with the mother and daughter to hype up the topic. Riding this wave of popularity, you must transition from internet influencer to the dance circle, and it needs to look not too abrupt.
Your identity is that you went to save the troupe’s performance by dancing. The topic needs to discuss how you’re better than her.
Solidify your persona as the deserved lead dancer firmly. Even if you stop dancing later and enter the entertainment industry, you’ll have name recognition—much better than being an internet influencer.”
Feng Qing listened as her best friend, Na Xuehui, analyzed things logically and soundly, immediately agreeing not to act rashly.
Na Xuehui quickly called the water army company, explaining the situation to them and asking about their next direction for public opinion.
Water armies were the most amoral group of people. They only took money. No matter the topic, as long as the sponsor paid enough, they could wash black into white.
Their side urgently needed Feng Qing to provide materials of Su Yufan going crazy and hysterical, the kind that would make people despise her most.
Even videos of her bullying people in the troupe or verbally insulting others would be best.
Only with contrast could there be highlights and heat. If they forced the public opinion toward Feng Qing now, it would be extremely forced.
Many netizens were very clever; they could spot the clues at a glance.
Feng Qing pouted, fuming. “She’s always been a loner. She probably doesn’t even care about being isolated.”
Na Xuehui steeled herself, took the phone from Feng Qing’s hand, and skillfully typed a reply to Su Yufan.
“I’m just a nobody. I don’t know who Feng Qing is. You bullied my friend in the troupe. I originally wanted to mock you, but I’m a kind person.
I know quite a few of your secrets. For example, that man on your phone wallpaper is your boyfriend of many years. Your boss, He Xu, is just cannon fodder.
Although you’re quite disgusting, eating from the bowl while looking at the pot. One face in public, another behind the scenes. Clearly you spent your own money to buy trending searches, wanting to use netizens’ sympathy to become an influencer and sell goods, yet you refuse to admit it to the death.
However, your mother just died, and you’re about to die soon too. I feel quite vindicated, so I’ll point you toward a bright path.
Just buy a water army for yourself and package yourself. A topic like ‘The daughter of the Dance Queen, stricken with terminal illness, wants to live’ might let you ride a wave of traffic, have netizens donate money to you… this is the fastest way to make money.”
Su Yufan was stunned by this message. There was simply no comparing the moral bottom lines between people.
In this world, how many people could climb upward by stepping on public opinion while their mother’s bones were still cold?
These messages also let her know the true intentions of the person on the other side.
They simply wanted to use the heat around her and her mother to manufacture topics and attract traffic.
She was now quite certain this account was Feng Qing. No matter how shameless He Xu was, he wouldn’t do such a thing.
Those people in the troupe wouldn’t target her like this after she lost her lead dancer position; a few of them had even sent her condolence messages.
After a round of analysis, she was basically certain this account was Feng Qing.
“I think you probably don’t have a mother; that’s why you can say such things. No matter what you want to do, if I see anyone else’s name being promoted to divert traffic in the hashtags and topics, I’ll judge it all as Feng Qing. Then, I’ll make your scheme public for the world to see.
I’m sick, not dead. If you spend money to boost topics again, please help my hometown advertise in passing: I’ll be waiting for you in Jianchuan.
One final clarification: the boy on my phone wallpaper is named Xili Bufa. He’s my friend, and he’s now an outstanding woodcarving artisan,”
After replying, Su Yufan handed the phone to Xili.
The other side didn’t reply again.
“A fool who wants to climb up by stepping on my mother and me. She planned this very meticulously. If she lets public opinion ferment any further, I’ll definitely see this through to the end.”