161: Xiao Heizi was stunned! An enraged fan shouted: "Heizi, get lost! May your son be born without a skin-like face!"

“This money was earned easily. Only big companies like Xia Lifei Film and Television are so generous, giving five thousand for just one advertorial!

But they probably saw my influence was good. Ordinary people would probably only get one or two thousand at most, so managing fans is absolutely necessary.”

Zhao Dasong looked at the newly published advertorial, thought about the five thousand yuan that had just arrived in his account, and felt extremely smug.

As a Film Critic, he might be a bit different from others.

If others wrote film reviews based on their objective feelings about a movie when they first entered the industry...

...and eventually had to be bought out by capital just to 'make a living' (get paid)...

...then he, Zhao Dasong, was already bought out by capital the moment he entered the industry.

That's right!

He didn't write reviews for sentimentality; he wrote them for whoever paid him.

As for the quality of the movie, that was all bullshit, worthless trash.

Logically speaking, someone operating like Zhao Dasong wouldn't usually accumulate many fans.

Because if you write carelessly, people won't see your professionalism, and naturally won't follow you.

But Zhao Dasong was a smart person. He had his own set of logic and was particularly good at discovering the 'shining points' in a movie.

If the plot was bad, he could praise the sentiment; if the sentiment couldn't be praised, he could praise the artistry; if the artistry was lacking, he could praise the casting... In short, if he wanted to, he could praise even a terrible movie until it seemed like a flower.

The only difference was the amount of money spent. The more money spent, the more gorgeous the flower.

Of course, where there is praise, there is also destruction.

In fact, for professionals like Zhao Dasong who made a living this way, the money earned from 'destroying people' was several times more than that from 'praising people'.

Especially when major films 'clashed in release,' that was when the great opportunity for Film Critics like them to earn money arrived.

Moreover, compared to the effort of first finding a shining point and then painstakingly 'praising people'...

...smearing a film was much simpler.

Zhao Dasong still remembered his most satisfying 'move.' That was two years ago, when a low-budget film in the industry had excellent word-of-mouth and even had the potential to become a massive hit.

However, that film happened to clash with the release of another 'blockbuster.'

The 'blockbuster' side had vast financial resources and bribed a large number of Film Critics to write bad reviews for the low-budget film.

Consequently, the low-budget film that could have been a hit saw very few people buying tickets to watch it, thanks to the collective smearing by the Film Critics.

After several consecutive days of terrible box office performance, it had no choice but to be pulled from the schedule.

It was rumored that the Producer of that film, due to massive losses and heavy debt, ended up jumping into a river one dark night!

When Zhao Dasong heard this news back then, he merely sighed in admiration.

He felt no guilt over the Producer's death, nor did he believe he had done anything wrong.

“I wonder if this kid named Xu Lu will also jump into a river and commit suicide when he sees his movie flop?”

Looking at the advertorial he had published, Zhao Dasong suddenly muttered this thought.

But soon, he laughed and muttered to himself:

“My influence alone should be enough to reduce the box office revenue of summers melancholy by several million.

This is the advantage of 'hating on a movie.' Those brainless fans are easily guided by others.

If I were to 'praise' a movie, even with my current fan base, drawing hundreds of thousands in box office revenue would be impressive.

But 'hating' a movie can easily cost the other party several million in box office revenue. Hiss... just thinking about it makes me feel the pain (of the loss).

But thanks to the existence of these suckers, how else would I, Zhao Dasong, have the money to buy cars and houses? Hahahaha!"

Thinking about the five thousand yuan credited to his account in just half an hour, Zhao Dasong finally couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

After a while, he refreshed the interface, thinking:

“It's been almost ten minutes since I published the article. Fans should already be leaving comments and feedback.

I'll go see how powerful this advertorial of mine is. I can send the comments to the sponsor later and earn a few thousand more.”

Zhao Dasong quickly opened the comment section of the advertorial.

But the next moment, he froze where he stood, completely dumbfounded.

That's right! People had indeed left comments and feedback, and the quantity exceeded Zhao Dasong's expectations.

But what surprised him even more was that every single comment in the section was attacking him!

“Little Hater, may your whole family die! Were you born but never raised? How can you do such an utterly immoral thing?”

“You're Zhao Dasong, right? How dare you smear our Streamer's movie? I curse you to have a son without an anus or a little willy.”

“Doggy, ah, Doggy, why are you suddenly pretending to be human? What are you barking about here?”

“I really suspect that your dad was on a business trip when your mom was pregnant with you, and the neighbor next door is named Wang...”

...“Are you blind? How dare you say summers melancholy is ugly and a bad movie? Did you even watch it before talking nonsense?!”

“Exactly! Little Hater who gets paid to smear people, do you have nightmares every night? How dare you do something so against your conscience.”

“Why would a Little Hater like him care about that? If you give him money, he'd even kneel down and call you Daddy.”

“Hahaha, that's absolutely right. This Zhao Dagou definitely ate a bone from someone before coming here to bite people.”

“Brothers, big news, big news! This Zhao Dasong was supposedly dumped by a woman and cried heartbrokenly on the street...”

...“Pictures prove the truth! I originally just thought he was a Little Hater, but I didn't expect him to be a Simp.”

“He's truly a Simp, no doubt. His girlfriend hooked up with someone outside, and he even helped deliver condoms. So hilarious.”

“No wonder this Little Hater is smearing our Streamer. He took the money to help his girlfriend buy condoms.”

“I see. Presumably, his girlfriend consumes a lot of those things, since Old Zhao has quite a few hats (is frequently cuckolded).”

...Pfft!

Seeing this, Zhao Dasong nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

As a Film Critic who specialized in smearing others, he was quite confident in his own ability to insult people.

But at this moment, Zhao Dasong felt dizzy and saw stars.

The opposing side's firepower was simply too strong, making even him, a professional, feel terrified.

The key was that these people somehow got hold of information that actually contained some facts.

Things like the girlfriend and the green hat (cuckoldry)—this was what truly broke Zhao Dasong's defense.

“Damn it, who leaked my information? It must be someone close to me! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Zhao Dasong's expression was twisted.

He furiously hammered the keyboard, wanting to strike back at the people in the comment section.

But the moment he posted his comment, dozens, even hundreds, of comments attacking him immediately followed.

“Damn it! Why are there so many people!”

Zhao Dasong immediately realized something was wrong. This was not something a few people could achieve.

At this moment, at least hundreds or thousands of trolls were lurking in the comment section of his advertorial, watching him menacingly!

“It's over! This advertorial of mine is ruined. Huh, what's this notification?”

Just as Zhao Dasong cursed under his breath dejectedly, he saw a notification pop up.

He clicked on it and found that one of his previous articles had been taken down after being reported by others.

Before Zhao Dasong could recover, the notification messages skyrocketed.

He suddenly realized a very serious problem:

“Shit! These guys aren't just attacking me, they're aggressively reporting all my past articles! Damn it!”