I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

In an office building in Jiangning.

The other online troll agency's office was much more professional than Lao Fang's. At least the place was very clean, and all the computers were Lenovo, unlike Lao Fang's office which had various brands. This agency even had partitions for each workstation.

A young man wearing a plaid shirt is browsing posts on Momo.

He was an ordinary employee of the company, and his task today was to help a client discredit Momo, with the aim of "Momo is a fraudulent app".

The customer's demands were clear: to denounce it as a scam, accusing it of cheating people out of money and emotions, and to warn others not to register.

He's been doing this for two years, and he's taken on countless jobs like this. It's nothing more than registering a bunch of fake accounts, posting on various forums, copying and pasting, and keeping the format consistent.

Everything was going smoothly until today, when he started browsing, he discovered a problem.

Strange comments started appearing under their posts.

It's not that I'm criticizing scammers, but rather those who engage in casual sex.

He paused for a moment, clicked on each one, and looked at them one by one, becoming more and more confused.

What the hell was this idiot who did this? How did the narrative get so skewed?

He thought for a moment, took a screenshot, and sent it to his boss.

[Boss, there are people stirring up trouble in this Momo topic.]

Five minutes later, the boss replied:

Who is it?

I don't know, they look like friendly forces, the numbers are all very new.

A few minutes later, the boss came over in person.

This was a middle-aged man in his forties, surnamed Zhou. He had been in this circle for several years and had seen all sorts of things. He stared at the screen for a few seconds, then browsed through a few other posts.

After analyzing it for a long time, he came to the conclusion that the client was also an idiot.

Because the client likely contacted more than one agency.

Damn it, why don't they sync this kind of information?

Boss Zhou leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

"These people are in cahoots with us..." he said with certainty.

The employee was taken aback.

"In cahoots?"

"Look," Boss Zhou pointed at the screen, "they're also criticizing Momo, just from a different angle. We criticize scammers, they criticize hookups, but they're all heading in the same direction—it's all about criticizing."

The employee thought about it and felt that what the boss said made sense.

"Then let's..."

"Give them a hand," said Boss Zhou. "Since someone's stirring up the hookup trend, let's push it up. Scammers plus hookups, a double whammy, will be more effective."

"But what about the client..."

"The client only said they wanted to blacklist Momo, but didn't specify how," Boss Zhou exhaled a puff of smoke. "Blacklisting hookups is still blacklisting, it doesn't count as a breach of contract."

The employee nodded.

"Should I have people like and share those comments about hooking up?"

"Not only that," Boss Zhou said. "We'll find people to start new posts, with titles that are all about hookups. Things like 'My Hookup Experiences on Momo' or 'What Happened to Me on Momo,' the more sensational the better. Once it gets popular, it'll be easier to satisfy our clients."

"OK."

The employee turned around and started sending messages in the group chat:

[Brothers, new task: help generate buzz for those hookup-hunting people. Like, share, and create new posts—the faster the better.]

A reply quickly came from the group:

【receive】

[Understood]

【I'll get on it right away】

Boss Zhou looked at the post on the screen and nodded in satisfaction.

More and more people are using the blacklist of Momo, so this deal was worthwhile.

He had no idea that the comments about Momo being a hookup platform were posted by Lao Fang's people.

They had no idea that Lao Fang was one of Lin Ran's men.

Little did he know, he was working for Lin Ran for free.

That evening, posts on major websites went viral.

The topics of "scammers" and "hookups" are intertwined, each encompassing the other. Some are condemning scammers, some are condemning hookups, and others are asking which is real.

The comments section was in complete chaos:

"Is it a scam to steal money or to seduce women?"

"Scamming money and hooking up, a two-pronged approach, impressive."

"I'm a bit confused, which version is true?"

"Who cares which one is real, it's all bad stuff anyway."

Overall, however, the popularity of Momo being a scam platform is far less than that of Momo being a hookup platform; topics related to the sexes are always more appealing.

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In room 108 of the Entrepreneurship Center, Tang Chen stared at the screen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He had been staring at the data for almost two hours, and it had been refreshed again and again, but after each refresh, he wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.

Xia Chan passed by and, seeing his expression, leaned over and asked, "What's wrong? Did the server crash again?"

"No," Tang Chen pushed up his glasses, "it's registration data."

What's wrong with the registration data? Why is it still dropping?

"It's not falling, it's rising."

Xia Chan paused for a moment, then leaned closer to the screen.

Backend data shows that in the past 24 hours, Momo added 200,813 new registered users, an increase of 4,000% compared to yesterday.

Xia Chan rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.

"This...this isn't right, is it?" She turned to look at Tang Chen. "Aren't we still being criticized everywhere on Weibo?"

"right."

"Then how come the number of registrations has increased?"

Tang Chen didn't say anything, but refreshed the page again. The numbers jumped: 201, 254.

It's still going up.

He clicked on the user profile, looked at it for a few seconds, and his expression became even more complicated.

"Summer Cicadas".

"Um?"

"Do you know what percentage of the new users are male?"

Xia Chan shook her head.

Tang Chen turned the screen around to show her that the percentage of male users was 78%.

Xia Chan opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She was a little slow to process what was happening.

It was universally condemned as a hookup app, but its registration numbers surged, and all of them were men?

What the hell makes sense?

"Where's the boss?" she asked.

"Sunbathing by the window."

Xia Chan turned her head and saw Lin Ran sitting on the broken chair by the window, his face covered by the baseball cap. She didn't know if he was asleep or thinking about something.

She walked over and cautiously called out, "Boss?"

A voice came from under the hat: "Hmm."

"The data is a bit strange..."

"I know."

Xia Chan paused for a moment, then asked, "You knew?"

Lin Ran lifted his hat, revealing a face with an unusually clear black-and-white dividing line. Xia Chan resisted the urge to look at that dividing line.

"Tang Chen, how much did it go up?"

"A little over two hundred thousand," Tang Chen said. "Men make up almost 80% of them."

Lin Ran nodded, his face expressionless.

"Boss," Xia Chan couldn't help but ask, "what's going on? They're cursing at us while registering?"

Lin Ran glanced at her.

"Let me ask you," he said, "what was your first reaction when you saw that trending topic?"

Xia Chan thought for a moment: "It's just... Momo got scolded."

"and then?"

"Then..." Xia Chan tried hard to recall, "Then someone downstairs said something about hooking up."

Lin Ran didn't say anything.

Xia Chan suddenly understood.

"You mean...those people registered because they saw the hookup ads?"

Lin Ran nodded.

"But……"