Jian Anran, who previously ran the Weibo account of Wen Siheng Studio, did not switch back to her account in time after sending the message.
In the second hour after the news came out, Wen Siheng Studio's Weibo account was immediately buried under various comments and reposts, and countless private messages poured out. Jian Anran watched the messages on the notification board being pushed up one by one, feeling a little confused.
Measures.
The studio's account has posted a total of two Weibo posts, one of which is Wen Siheng's initial clarification on the sexy news in the studio (see Chapters 49-50 for details).
The latest one is the exhibition of works that Jian Anran had planned for retired teachers after taking over Weibo.
Whether it was the corrupted comment section or endless private messages, the scope of the matter was far beyond her imagination.
After blocking the message reminder on Weibo, Jian Anran was just about to forward the article from the public account to their group, when she saw Song Qi posted a video——
There were many reporters gathered around the entrance control area under the building of the Department of Architecture, armed with guns, cannons, and computers. Under the strobe spotlight, every student passing by came up to them and asked them if they knew Wen Siheng.
Song Qi did not forget to send two very brief words: Don’t come.
It seems that there is no need for her to forward the news, everyone probably already knows it by this time.
Wen Siheng did not reply for a long time. Instead, Mi Yingying, who had just woken up from her nap, sent a question, and Song Qi immediately forwarded the news to the group.
Immediately after sending another question mark, Mi Yingying said nothing more, and the group quickly became silent again.
【Jane:How does the teacher plan to deal with it?】
Unexpectedly, the other party responded immediately:
[Teacher Wen Siheng: Don’t deal with it]
Did he see the messages in the group a long time ago? He remembered that he had accidentally seen Wen Siheng's WeChat interface before. Although there were many messages in the group, he had never blocked any of them.
[Jane: Not appropriate]
[Teacher Wen Siheng: How do you say it?]
[Jane: The first time, in person, with a sincere attitude, the teacher doesn’t understand the three principles of public relations?]
[Teacher Wen Siheng: Sorry, this is my first time becoming an internet celebrity]
[Jane: Correction, it’s an internet hacker]
On the other side of the screen, Wen Siheng laughed out loud when he saw this conversation. After some careful consideration, he finally made up his mind and opened the Appstore.
Jian Anran, who was still watching everyone's comments here, soon received a reminder that Weibo was forced offline, showing that this account was forced to log in on another device.
She immediately opened WeChat:
[Jane: Are you the one who posted on Weibo?]
Although the probability may not be high, Jian Anran has heard Ning Beibei say a lot of things in the fandom in the past, such as the owner's social media account being stolen and posting some strange content to maliciously guide fans, causing a bad impact.<
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When she saw the reminder that Weibo was forced to go offline, she immediately thought of this situation.
Fortunately, Wen Siheng immediately replied:
[Teacher Wen Siheng: Yes]
Jian Anran put her phone away with confidence, leaned her head against the bus window, and let the sun shine on her face.
The mood in her heart was a little uneasy, with a hint of complexity. She comforted herself that she must be like this because she was too worried about the future of the studio. After all, if Wen Siheng's reputation deteriorated, then the only work experience on her resume would soon become
Can't get on the table.
It must be for this reason.
There are many bus stops in the middle, and it will take a long time to get back to school from Qishangyunduan.
The silence on the bus in the afternoon did not last long. Jian Anran, who was drowsy in the sun, soon felt the vibration of her phone again.
This time it’s not a new message on WeChat, but a special attention from Weibo——
The official account of Wen Siheng Studio has just posted a new Weibo post.
In the blog post, he briefly introduced himself. In order to avoid people who have not seen the news and don’t know what it is about, he also briefly mentioned the general content of the news.
The writing is clear and the structure is smooth. Wen Siheng first sincerely apologized for occupying public resources and everyone's time, and then clarified the plagiarism and said that he would later disclose some of the studio's documents to prove his innocence.
"He should take the public examination and write an essay." Jian Anran sighed secretly after reading Wen Siheng's essay.
The comments below were mixed, and some people immediately stood up to express their support:
[Support, support! Just say that a handsome person like Professor Wen should not be able to do such a thing]
But there are also a large number of people who are not satisfied with his apology:
[If an apology is useful, why do we need the police?]
[The garbage company should close down! Stop squeezing the staff to clean your draft!]
I don’t know if the article is too rigorous, so some people started to question whether Wen Siheng hired a public relations officer to handle this matter.
Some people also began to say that his official account was managed by his assistant. Could it be that even the apology letter was written by the assistant who worked overtime? This attracted many workers to empathize again and join the crusade.
Wen Siheng did not restrict the comment area, and voices from all angles quickly emerged. Many people even directly mentioned the essence of the country and made malicious comments. Jian Anran was busy reporting and blocking them one by one.
However, some netizens soon discovered that when the assistant managed the account in the past, the suffix on Weibo was a certain mobile phone, but today Wen Siheng issued a clarification that the suffix was a certain fruit.
The possibility of Wen Siheng's studio squeezing his assistant has been ruled out for the time being, and more positive voices began to appear in the comment area.
There are also many people on the city's Weibo who are taking advantage of this incident. Jian Anran's fingers quickly slide across the screen, quickly browsing the real-time Weibo.
Suddenly, an account with the ID "Xiangyi wants to cheer today" instantly attracted her attention.
Did you stumble across her Weibo by chance? Or did you happen to have the same name?
Click on this account, and the homepage is a Weibo blog that records life. The scenes that appear on Weibo are all too familiar to Jian Anran——
There are countless shadows of the Zhangluo University campus, and even inside their offices.
[I have to come to work on Saturday, woohoo]
The date showed that it was half a month ago. Jane Anran vaguely remembered that on a weekend half a month ago, she went back to the office to pick up tools and accidentally met Xiangyi, who had never appeared on a holiday.
Because she didn't follow her, Jian Anran could only browse Xiangyi's Weibo in the past six months. There was nothing special. She looked like an ordinary female college student.
But there is an ID in her comment area that has always made Jian Anran care. The ID name is an ordinary English name, but the IP address of the account is displayed in the UK.
In other words, I have been in the UK a while ago.
Under Xiangyi's recent Weibo post, the IP address of this account has changed to the province where Luojiang City is located.
I specially cut the account to follow Xiangyi, and Jian Anran scrolled through all her Weibo. This ID account only started to frequently leave messages in her comment area this month. They didn't seem to have any interaction before.
Then she opened her address book and called Wen Siheng: