"No, why is this happening?"

In the studio, Chen Daqi couldn't sit still. He searched the Internet for websites and forums, but he really didn't find anything.

The industry does not seem to have any interest in purple clay teapots, and no one discusses them at all.

This situation made Chen Daqi particularly unhappy. You know, even if he listened to Deng Shaoying's lessons, he planned to focus on sculpture and not make any purple clay teapots.

But in the past two months, he also spent a lot of effort on the purple clay teapot. How could he not care about its prospects at all?

In fact, he also wanted the purple clay teapot to make a big splash and sensation in the entire industry. The best pot shape he designed was also unanimously praised by industry insiders.

But……

The idea was lost.

No one pays attention to the purple clay teapot at all.

Chen Daqi scratched his ears and his face was restless, "Bai Ye, the promotion plan failed, what should I do next? Otherwise, go to Yangcheng?"

There is another promotion opportunity for the Yangcheng Expo.

“No need.”

Bai Ye was very calm: "In Yangcheng, Shen Ming is responsible, so we don't need to go."

"But……"

Chen Daqi was confused: "If he fails too, then will we waste time and energy in the past few months?"

Bai Ye's eyes turned white and he turned up old accounts: "Why? A few days ago, you said I thought too much. Now I know who thinks simple."

"You are amazing, you are alert, you have foresight, you're done."

Chen Daqi frowned and said, "I just can't figure it out. Isn't anyone interested in such a good thing as a purple clay teapot?"

"Of course some people are interested, but those people want more."

"What's the meaning?"

Chen Daqi was stunned, with a confused look on his face.

"Gong Fugui told me that in recent days, many people have come to Xishan and have opened workshops and hired workers to mine purple sand mud..." Bai Ye looked calm and saw Chen Daqi getting angry. He didn't go around in circles and directly exposed the facts.

"ah!"

Chen Daqi was stunned, and then his face turned red with anger, "This is a bastard, it's too unprotective. You know, this is your creativity. They don't even say hello, just want to get a piece of the pie. Their appearance is too ugly."

"Don't be angry, it's not worth it." Bai Ye sneered: "Besides, do you think the purple clay teapot is really that easy to make?"

"Ah, by the way..."

Chen Daqi also thought of something, and his expression suddenly became strange: "Those people probably don't know, you're so crazy."

"Is this called crazy?"

Bai Ye snorted, with pride on his face: "This is called wisdom."

“Yes, yes, great wisdom.”

Chen Daqi nodded repeatedly and smiled: "Those people rashly entered this industry without asking clearly, afraid that after a while, they would be in tears."

"I deserve it."

Bai Ye cursed, then lowered his head to concentrate on his own affairs.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Daqi looked over and found Bai Ye lying on the sofa with a laptop on his legs. His fingers were so fast that he didn't know whether he was chatting or typing.

"I'm... creating." Bai Ye responded.

"What?"

Chen Daqi stepped forward and looked at it. He saw lines of text on the notes were densely packed, as if it was an article.

At first glance, he was shocked: "You want to change your career and write novels?"

"This is not a novel, but a story."

Bai Ye knocked the end, clicked Save, then turned the notebook in a direction, signaling Chen Daqi to watch, "Look at it, how is this article?"

"oh?"

Chen Daqi carefully read the articles created by Bai Ye with a little surprise. As he read them further, his expression also fluctuated.

Finally, he slapped his legs and exclaimed: "Bai Ye, I didn't expect that you still have such a high talent in literature."

Bai Ye waved his hand lightly: "It's just a random story, it's not a word for literature."

"What?"

Chen Daqi was very surprised: "Is this content fake?"

"You took it seriously, too?"

Bai Ye also expressed surprise.

"Well!"

Chen Daqi was a little hesitant: "But it looks very real. I thought it was an incident you heard from the old man Gongcun and then processed it into an article by yourself..."

"You're thinking too much, I made it up."

Bai Ye took back his notebook, logged in to a website, copied and pasted the article, and uploaded it directly to the website.

Chen Daqi saw it clearly and immediately opened his eyes wide: "You are..."

"A bunch of people pretend to be stupid, right? I don't want to promote it for us. Then I might as well put on my vest to see who is more clever."

Bai Ye was ready to strode his hands, pinching his knuckles, eager to try. He wanted to test whether the marketing plan from the original time and space was effective.

After an article was published, he continued to type in keyboard code. More than ten minutes later, another article was completed and uploaded to another forum by him.

“…crazy, crazy.”

Chen Daqi looked quietly, and watched Baiye spend a morning, writing more than a dozen articles, and publishing them in different places.

He also read one article at the first time, and then he had to admit that these articles were very interesting and fascinating.

The key is the content of the article. Even if Bai Ye said it was fabricated, he felt that it was so realistic, as if it was true.

So after Bai Ye stopped, he couldn't help asking: "There is always one of the things mentioned in so many articles that are true, right?"

"Which one do you hope is true?" Bai Ye asked back, and while amusing, he also lamented the terribleness of the original time and space marketing soft article.

He would definitely not tell Chen Daqi that when he was young, he took all these articles seriously. It was not until after graduation that he was wandering around the world that he realized that everything was a fool.

"I hope...pow."

Chen Daqi realized, "It would be better that it is true. But in this way, I don't want to sell purple clay teapots anymore, so I'll hide them all at home."

"So, this idea is undesirable."

Bai Ye smiled lightly and said, "If all the things mentioned in these articles are true, purple clay teapots are rare treasures. Is it better for me to hide my own personal information? Why should I share them with you?"

"That's the reason."

Chen Daqi's fantasy was shattered and sighed.

However, at this time, after half a day of brewing and fermenting, the articles published by Baiye also caused waves on the Internet.

Some people read the article and don’t know the purple clay teapot, but just take it as a story to pass the boring time.

However, there are also industry insiders who know the existence of purple clay teapots. After reading one article after another, they immediately became skeptical like Chen Daqi before.

Rationally, they think these articles are a bit bizarre. But emotionally, they think that the description of the article may not be fake...

Maybe it's true?

A person suddenly became entangled, not knowing whether to write or doubt.
Chapter completed!