In the process of development of a company, general public relations crises will inevitably occur, such as the incident in which oxen pulled a BMW and smashed a Mercedes-Benz. If it were not handled well by the public relations teams of BMW and Mercedes-Benz, it is estimated that their reputation in China would not be the same.
It will be as good as it is now.
The crisis is not terrible, the terrible thing is not knowing how to handle it properly.
As for the crisis that arose in Pretty Woman, Yang Ruobing handled it very reasonably and promptly.
Under her leadership, although Qiao Jiaren's website was hacked, netizens still understood that it was reasonable.
Everyone knows that this is someone else's deliberate attempt to trick the pretty beauty, otherwise why would they do it when they are having a limited time sale!
If it wasn't intentional, no one would believe it.
Thanks to the good reputation of Qiao Jiaren's "Super White Mask Series", netizens gradually calmed down after venting their anger.
Many netizens even helped to protest and find those hackers with black intentions and no bottom line.
…
Although Qiao Jiaren minimized the negative impact of this incident, Zhao Ying and the others really swallowed this bad breath and were all filled with anger.
"Xiaoying! What bastard is doing this behind your back? It's so wicked!"
Fat Girl was the most dissatisfied.
She was the first person to benefit from the "Qiao Jiaren Weight Loss Pill". She was well aware of the miraculous effects of weight loss pills. She originally wanted to share the good product with people suffering from obesity, but who would have thought that such an annoying thing would happen.
"I don't know either! The Internet police have already started investigating. We can only wait for the results." Zhao Ying's stunning appearance showed a trace of annoyance, and she was obviously affected by this incident.
"If I knew who was doing this, I would have to strip him naked!" the fat girl said angrily.
At this time, Ye Zihao stood up and seemed to be going out.
"Yi Zihao! Where are you going?" Zhao Ying asked curiously.
"I'm not in a good mood! Let's go smoke a cigarette, shall we?" Ye Zihao smiled and said.
"Fuck you! I don't like smoking!" Zhao Ying rolled her eyes at him angrily and said.
"But women are particularly attractive when they smoke!"
"Why?"
"Because women who smoke feel empty inside!"
"Bullshit!"
"hey-hey!"
Ye Zihao didn't say anything, shrugged, and walked towards the bathroom.
After a while, Ye Zihao entered the bathroom.
I saw him take out a pack of Hongtashan from his pocket, and then lit one with a lighter.
He held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and then spit it out.
"call!"
The smoke shrouded the outline of his handsome face, but his face was very gloomy in the smoke, and there was a hint of chill in his melancholy eyes.
At this time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed an encrypted phone number.
"Dudududu!"
After the phone rang a few times, someone answered the call. The person who answered the phone was a fat and handsome young man.
"Boss! If you call me, do you want to ask me out to have fun? Hehe!" The fat man smiled obscenely.
"Bullshit!"
Ye Zihao gave him a lesson, knowing that his brother was naughty, and then he asked with a serious expression: "Fat man! Please help me investigate, which bastard hacker did the pretty girl's hacking?"
"Oh? Hacker?"
Fatty's expression suddenly became one of surprise. When he mentioned hackers, he immediately became energetic.
"Boss! Give me a day and I will investigate all the eighteen generations of that bastard's ancestors for you!"
"One day? It's too long! Get it done before 8 o'clock tonight!"
"Damn? So fast?"
"Fat man! I know you can do it!"
"Why?"
"Because you are the God of Death!"
…
At the same time, Mo Zhi was sitting in a private room of a 5-star hotel, and next to him was a man wearing glasses and with a dull expression. He was slovenly, about 20 years old, and belonged to that group.
A typical homebody.
"Young man! This is your reward!"
Mo Zhi threw a large stack of cash from his briefcase and threw it to the otaku.
"Mr. Mo! You are indeed the big boss! Thank you!" The otaku accepted the cash and said very gratefully.
"It's okay! You deserve this!"
Mo Zhi smiled arrogantly. In fact, this otaku was the hacker he asked his female secretary to find.
Pretty Girl is running a limited-time sale, and everyone is looking forward to it. Mo Zhi just took this opportunity to find someone to hack Pretty Girl's website, damaging her website's reputation.
Although the plan was perfect, the only flaw was that the vast majority of consumers forgave the company.
Despite this, Pretty Woman's reputation has been affected to a certain extent.
"Mr. Mo! If there is such a good thing in the future, remember to come to me!" the otaku said with a flattering look on his face.
"Yeah!" Mo Zhi nodded, but still asked worriedly, "You won't leave any clues about this, right?"
"According to my level, absolutely not!"
"Then I'm relieved! Come and cheers!"
"cheers!"
…
At around 10 o'clock in the evening, the otaku returned to his rental house alone.
His face was red and drunk, and he seemed to have drunk a lot.
"Bang!"
He entered the door and closed it. At this time, the light in the room was very dark and he couldn't see his fingers, so he reached out and turned on the light switch.
"Crack!"
When the light switch was pressed, the light in the room came on.
At this time, he was shocked to find a strange man sitting on the sofa in the room.
This man was seen with his legs crossed and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His expression was cold, giving people a chilling feeling.
The man lowered his head, lit the cigarette with a lighter, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke.
"call!"
"You're finally back?"
The man said calmly, you couldn't tell his emotions amid the smoke.
"You...who are you? Why are you at my house?" The otaku suddenly became alert and sobered up a lot from his drunkenness.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is, are you called k1?"
"k1?"
In an instant, the otaku suddenly panicked. The k1 mentioned in the other party's mouth was actually his screen name in the online world.
And he often borrowed this online name and did a lot of bad things in the online world. Now that someone came to his door, he naturally knew that something was wrong.
"You...are you the Internet police?" the otaku asked, wary.
"no!"
"Then...then how did you find me? My hacking skills are among the best in the country. How could you possibly find me?"
The otaku said in shock.
"Impossible? Haha! Didn't I come to your door?"
The strange man smiled disdainfully, and then stood up. The frightened otaku suddenly became panicked.
"You...what do you want to do?"
The otaku became panicked and couldn't help but take a few steps back.