Chapter 856 291: Let the Bullets Fly a Little Longer

Hu Zhenqiang listened to Li Yuan's questions and quickly laid out the countermeasures he'd spent the whole night thinking about.

"Director Li, facing this situation, I think, first, we can post an official statement on our Honor of Kings website to explain why so many negative news pieces suddenly appeared at the same time..."

"Aside from that, we should immediately assign people to collect and tally all negative posts related to Honor of Kings, hand them to the company's legal department for processing. If necessary, we can issue lawyer's letters and sue directly, creating a strong deterrent..."

"With our company's growth, we're bound to attract jealousy from other peers in the industry. They'll definitely use some dirty tricks in the dark to snipe at us. If we don't fight back this time, we'll be put in a very passive position..."

Li Yuan nodded. Over the past two days, it was obvious Hu Zhenqiang had put in real effort; many of his countermeasures matched what Li Yuan had in mind.

However,

for now there was no need to do any of that,

let the bullets fly a little longer.

Right now all they needed was to turn these negative stories into a stream of "traffic," so that the vast crowd of netizens would comment, discuss, and argue.

As long as there's debate, these negative stories can also be turned into positive publicity that expands Honor of Kings.

People all have a herd mentality; when a game is widely discussed, it makes people itch to try it.

[Is this game really that fun? I'll give it a try and see if it's actually that interesting.]

[There are sexual innuendos in this game? The lines are spicy—where? I want to see.]

[This game promotes historical nihilism? Jing Ke turned into Ke? And she's a woman?]

[Li Bai turned into the Sword Immortal? Uh, isn't Li Bai's nickname actually Green Lotus Sword Immortal?]

...

The prerequisite for achieving this effect is that there must be discussion, forming debates from both sides.

...

Li Yuan choosing to return to Modu on the second day of the Lunar New Year also had this reason behind it.

He was planning to bring gifts and pay a personal visit to Ma Tengfei. No matter what, Ma Tengfei had been the one who recognized his talent; even the "Milk Tea Girl" selection and award ceremony, he'd attended in person to show support.

He'd also told Li Yuan multiple times that if he ran into trouble on the official front, he could come to him.

Now there might be some minor trouble. If he didn't go now, then when?

Li Yuan cut off the thoughts swirling in his mind. Looking at the heavy dark circles under Hu Zhenqiang's eyes, he figured the man probably hadn't slept well the whole night.

"Old Hu, contact the online water army immediately and launch a public-opinion war. They set the narrative, and we'll set the narrative too. Let's see who's willing to spend more, whose influence is bigger, whose supporters are more numerous..."

"We can totally turn this bad thing into a good thing! You have to look at problems dialectically..."

"At the same time, we need to secretly collect evidence and find out which competitor cooked up these negative stories. Courtesy demands reciprocity—if they dare do this to us, we have no reason to be polite. We'll go at them with real knives and real guns..."

"As for the authorities, leave that to me. As long as they don't step in or take sides, we're fine."

"Also, inform some key staff to cut their holidays short and get ready to pre-adjust the voice lines of some heroes in the game and their models. If the regulators do issue a rectification notice, we'll be able to respond quickly..."

Listening to Li Yuan's instructions, a sudden light flared in Hu Zhenqiang's eyes.

This tactic of deliberately stirring up controversy and getting masses of netizens involved was something he'd never even considered.

Hu Zhenqiang answered respectfully: "Director Li, I understand. I'll go arrange it right away."

"Mm, go do it."

...

After Hu Zhenqiang left, Li Yuan noticed Zhong Tingyue's beautiful eyes fixed tightly on him, and teased her with a smile:

"Little Moon, why are you staring at me like that? Do I have flowers blooming on my face?"

Zhong Tingyue couldn't help but giggle. She bit her lip, blinked at Li Yuan with fluttering lashes, and spoke softly, eyes full of affection.

"Senior, how is your brain even wired? I get the feeling that this mess might turn into a huge blessing under your hand."

Li Yuan patted his thigh.

Zhong Tingyue's gaze grew slightly shy. She walked over obediently, sat down on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring a moment of intimacy belonging to just the two of them.

Li Yuan gently pinched Zhong Tingyue's delicate nose and explained with a smile:

"Little Moon, haven't you noticed something?"

Zhong Tingyue asked curiously: "Senior, what is it you're talking about?"

Li Yuan: "The power of the internet!"

Zhong Tingyue was surprised: "The power of the internet?"

Li Yuan nodded: "Yeah. This is the age of the internet. Although a few years ago, because of the global economic crisis, the internet industry took a big hit, that also washed away a lot of the bubbles in the sector..."

"Now it's a completely new era. The internet industry is going to see explosive growth. All kinds of new technologies, new models, and new products will iterate at high speed. If you can't keep up with the tide of the times, a lot of traditional enterprises will quickly slide into decline..."

"The power of the internet is immense, and the best manifestation of that power is the support of netizens..."

After saying a few lines, Li Yuan suddenly chuckled to himself. Looking at the mouthwatering beauty in his arms, his appetite for her surged.

Modu after the New Year was a bit chilly, so Little Moon was wrapped up pretty warmly: an off-white woolen coat, pale blue jeans, and little orange leather shoes with three-inch heels—noble and elegant, yet still lively and playful...

"Senior, why did you stop talking?" Zhong Tingyue asked in surprise.

Li Yuan grinned wickedly: "I think it's time we get down to serious business."

Seeing the predatory heat in Li Yuan's eyes, Zhong Tingyue instinctively pressed her thighs together, her body trembling slightly. That longing deep inside her suddenly erupted like a volcano, shooting skyward and utterly out of control.

She hadn't been with Li Yuan for a whole week. Her longing for him filled every inch of her body, making her desperately want to melt her own body into his, so there would be no separation between them...

"Senior!"

Zhong Tingyue only called out shyly once, but the deep affection in her eyes seemed like it could pierce straight through Li Yuan.

Li Yuan missed Zhong Tingyue badly as well, craving the scent of her body. With a wicked grin, he quoted a classic line from Sun Wukong in Honor of Kings:

"Hey, demon, take a blow from Old Sun's staff!"

Zhong Tingyue giggled and instantly slipped into role-play mode, imitating Daji's coquettish voice.

"Daji has always loved her master!"

"Master, what does a bond taste like?"

Li Yuan laughed heartily, hugging the perfect Goddess in his arms, feeling completely satisfied.

Zhong Tingyue's personality was exactly like that—she was incredible at giving emotional value.

You could sum her up in one sentence.

She can be cute, cool, dominant, or spicy; presentable in the drawing room, capable in the kitchen; can be a secretary, and plays a great queen...

Giving you a multi-angle "Shape-shifting Girlfriend" experience.

Li Yuan lowered his head and gazed into Zhong Tingyue's dazzling, crystal-clear, seemingly speaking big eyes; her long eyelashes were trembling slightly.

"Hey, demon, just have a taste and you'll know!"

Smelling Li Yuan's heavy breaths, that intoxicating hormonal scent, Zhong Tingyue answered softly:

"But, Master, the door's not closed yet!"

Li Yuan chuckled, then wrapped his arm around Zhong Tingyue's waist. Her light, boneless figure was effortless in his embrace.

Li Yuan closed the door and locked it.

Then, still holding Zhong Tingyue, he walked over to the sofa. He couldn't hold back any longer and lowered his head, kissing her...

It was like dry wood meeting blazing fire—within an instant, it turned into a roaring inferno.

The central air-conditioning in the office was sending out waves of warm air, filling this spacious, luxurious office with the breath of spring in the cold winter...