I found the secret to gain popularity

Chapter 11 The Marketing Account of Conscience

#What are the positions in basketball, and what are the main functions of each position? #

The above are the historical search records of Duan Zhinan's cramming before going to bed in the past few days.

He always felt that he had promised others to go to the football game, but he still didn't know what Yan Zejun was doing, so he was a bit unqualified.

In the next few days, he was frantically making up for the major basketball games, as well as some precautions in the games. His posture was comparable to the battle of staying up late and bald to write his graduation thesis.

So these two days his dark circles were extraordinarily heavy. When the two of them had breakfast together, Yan Zejun couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to get something to put on him.

Of course, another main reason for Duan Zhinan's dark circles was Yan Zejun's life and his routine. He was not at all decadent like an ordinary college student on summer vacation, and he had regular meals.

In terms of time, since Duan Zhinan was going to "work", he should get up early to have breakfast with others.

With drooping eyelids, he took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun. The smell of meat relieved some of Duan Zhinan's drowsiness, but his demeanor still looked like a sucked dry person.

Even Yan Zejun couldn't help but say: "Brother Zhinan, you are in a bad state, why don't you go to work today? Take a day off and rest at home?"

Duan Zhinan waved his finger, and said earnestly, "This is how the daily life of social animals is. Don't be too surprised. If you miss one day of work, you will lose one day's wages. It's not easy to have a meal these days."

Of course, the last sentence he said came from the bottom of his heart.

Duan Zhinan and Yan Zejun went out together, and after parting at a fork, Duan Zhinan went straight to Faxiao Luo Mengmeng's house with his empty briefcase.

As soon as he entered the door, Duan Zhinan rushed straight to the beanbag sofa in Xiaojia's living room, and yelled, "Don't make noise, don't make noise, let me sleep for a while, I didn't go to bed until three o'clock yesterday."

Luo Mengmeng looked at him, speechless, "Brother, you have come to my house to catch up on sleep for the third day, what's the matter, you have a home and can't go back?"

Duan Zhinan lifted his face from the sofa, tears streaming down his face: "It's not like you don't know, I'm a little bit difficult!"

Luo Mengmeng couldn't understand at all: "So why did you tell people at the time that you studied media and went to work outside? Why don't you just say that you are an Internet writer or a game anchor who works at home?"

Duan Zhinan was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "I forgot..."

Luo Mengmeng: "..." This person really deserves it!

After sleeping until noon, Duan Zhinan finally had a full sleep, rubbed his face and sat up contentedly.

Luo Mengmeng just cooked the noodles and greeted him to eat.

He walked over and sat down, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and when Luo Mengmeng brought the noodles, he looked at the bowl with a little distaste: "Your color is really ugly, it's dark, you put too much soy sauce ?”

Luo Mengmeng seemed about to be pissed off by him, "You fucking demand a lot? You've been eating it for several years, and now you're complaining about the color not looking good?"

Duan Zhinan argued unreasonably: "There's no comparison at all. Let me tell you that my new roommate is the best at cooking. That's the only way to look good, and that's what's called eating! You can only barely make ends meet!"

Luo Mengmeng sneered and said, "Then you call now and let your talented little chef go back and cook for you."

Duan Zhinan finally shut up and muttered quietly.

After eating and drinking enough, he picked up his mobile phone as usual and browsed his bleak data and news, a little aggrieved, "The little rabbit face towel just talked to me about the promotion fee, and he said that he only gave two hundred for a Weibo. Send the beggars?"

Luo Mengmeng came over to gossip and said, "Two hundred for a Weibo? Didn't you give you 5000 yuan for all three promotions before? Isn't that too much?"

"Really?" Duan Zhinan said weakly, "200 yuan, a class reunion meal is enough, not to mention the daily living expenses, it's too difficult for me."

Luo Mengmeng seemed to be remembering something: "Speaking of the class reunion, did that annoying male classmate maliciously break the news and trouble you?"

Duan Zhinan flipped through the private messages, and replied: "It seems that it has stopped, I have already warned him."

"That's good." Luo Mengmeng said, seeing that Duan Zhinan still looked like he was dying after the incident, he couldn't help but said, "Your Weibo rose a while ago because of your roommate, right?"

"That's right." Duan Zhinan opened his Weibo with the highest interaction volume in the world again, a little confused, "When will I have a second Weibo like this?"

"Actually, isn't this an opportunity..." Luo Mengmeng said tentatively, "The basketball you are going to participate in is just a public game...Anyway, it is a public occasion where everyone can watch. You can take a picture Can’t Zhang Zhao pretend to be a passer-by and submit an article?”

Take a picture and pretend to be a passerby to submit...?

Duan Zhinan was really moved, as if a handful of red banknotes appeared in front of his eyes.

But he seemed to have remembered something, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "You must be sick! It was you who told me to treat people better so that I could apologize in the future, but now you came up with such an idea." Also you..."

Luo Mengmeng choked speechlessly: "Blame me? Isn't it you who have been crying about being poor? Do you understand that people die for money and birds die for food? You are thinking about these things when you are almost unable to survive?"

Duan Zhinan thought to himself, it's a good thing he didn't tell him that he took 2000 yuan to rush to buy shoes for others, otherwise he would be scolded to death.

Duan Zhinan cut him apart impatiently: "Don't worry, don't worry, I told you that this method is not feasible, it is not feasible."

Duan Zhinan really didn't know why Yan Zejun never private messaged his account to ask him to delete the photos from the beginning to the end, but what he knew was the troubled look on Yan Zejun's eyes when he mentioned that he was being chased and harassed by some people.

In short, let’s talk about the infringement and non-infringement first. Since this kind of exposure has indeed affected Yan Zejun’s life, I should not contribute to him again.

Just one bonus for a handsome basketball guy is enough!

He is a conscientious marketing account.