At 11 o'clock that night, in an apartment building that is not very luxurious, Zhao Dagong sat bored in front of the computer. He was wearing a white vest and black shorts, playing card games while picking his feet. This is how the big man should be picking his feet.

He didn't know why he became so popular, but he didn't care much. Since he is now a member of the "Entertainment Commission" and a professional commentator at work. He is paid attention to with his salary, he should have a minimum sense of responsibility. At least he must be able to start squirting as soon as possible every time he changes the rankings.

He thought he was not a brainless troll, and he squirted very well. He occasionally praised some works, but there were too few excellent works, which was really difficult to praise. He also rejected the "public relations fees" of all companies and insisted on using his brain to comment instead of his butt.

But these people on the Internet hate it very much and call themselves "Zhao Da Rooster". After a long time, they recognized it. Whether it is the game ID or Weibo ID, they simply used Zhao Da Rooster.

He glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen. It was an hour before the new song chart was replaced. It was time to cool down his brain a little. He turned off the game and the unread emails in the mailbox were displayed on the computer screen.

There are many, and he is too lazy to watch. Nowadays, those companies are eager to let themselves scold themselves, as if such works will become popular. They are really a group of mentally retarded.

Out of bad taste, he began to throw all the emails of recommended works into the trash can, which is where the garbage should be.

"Xing Dawei?" He suddenly saw a name. This person is very skilled and does not associate with garbage. Such emails are not garbage.

But after a little look at the title of the email, Mr. Zhao sighed again. Xing Dawei was posting a group recommendation song, but I don’t know how many benefits he received.

It's over, this person has also entered the garbage dump, a pity.

He was about to return Xing Dawei to his position to trash, but he couldn't help but be attracted by the content of the email. There were only eight words from beginning to end.

"Campus folk songs, I just want to hear them."

He has a sincere attitude, and campus folk songs are niche and unpopular, so the probability of trash is lower.

Thinking of Xing Dawei's level and character, Duke Zhao decided to give him a chance, and he was waiting for the change of the list anyway.

He downloaded the lossless music file of "You, My Deskmate", dragged it into the player, put on the headphones, and put his hand on the keyboard, thinking about what language to use to spray it, a piece of shit that emits the smell of campus? Or a campus that smells of shit?

The guitar sound suddenly came.

"Oh, this little slutty string is rubbing!" Grand Duke Zhao's expression lit up and he couldn't help but buckle his feet.

Immediately afterwards, an intracranial bomb made by Qiao Qiao with his voice.

"Oh!!!" Grand Duke Zhao's eyes widened, and his voice was so good that he couldn't even hold his feet.

At the beginning of the story, Grand Duke Zhao unknowingly put down the matter of sucking his feet and leaned on the back of the chair.

As the story deepened, he closed his eyes and wanted to do nothing.

Three minutes passed without realizing it, and then he opened his eyes and sighed: "Oh huh..."

Do it again!

After listening to it three times, Zhao Dagong finally put down his headphones, wiped his hands repeatedly on the vest, and then posted music reviews simultaneously on Weibo and music platform music reviewers columns—

[Finally something new is there. Tomorrow's new song list is not all shit! "You, the deskmate", this is a white lotus in the shit! Don't listen to other songs, listen to this! All my committee votes are on this song. Do you dare to blow up this cesspool!]

After he finished his status, he turned off the computer directly. He didn't need to listen to the new song list. Anyway, those few trash songs about Huarong's fried rice will dominate the list!

"You, a deskmate, campus folk song, this is pop music!" He couldn't wait to pass the lossless music on his phone, then ran into the bedroom and pushed his sleeping wife to wake up, "Yingyue, listen, listen, our story!"

The woman in the bed was pushed to wake up and was very upset.

She slapped her backhand.

“Pia!”

She thrust on Zhao Dagong's face cleanly and neatly, and then she continued to sleep.

If Grand Duke Zhao’s enemy was on the scene, it would be very happy.

Grand Duke Zhao only covered his face and didn't feel it hurt much, but he didn't dare to disturb his wife anymore. Then he got up and returned to the study. Everything seemed to have never happened, anyway, it was like this every day.

He turned on the computer again, not playing games or browsing the rankings.

We still have to wait until twelve o'clock so that we can vote as soon as possible.

A member ticket is equivalent to 100 ordinary tickets. If you don’t win the song, what’s the use of a ticket?

He didn't know that his sincere praise had caused panic on the Internet.

In the comment section, people who love him don’t believe in their eyes at all.

"The big cock is serious about singing? I'm not right?"

"It's a young age!"

"The white lotus in the shit, is that okay?!"

"Silence for this song..."

"I don't comment on Huarong's selected albums? Is this unfair."

"Even if "You, Deskmate" is such a good song, there will be no chance to run into Hua Rong."

"Suddenly I want to hear this, I'll go to bed one hour later."

Some peers or people watching the fun also quickly forwarded the music reviews of the big rooster.

"Zhao Daguji is serious about music reviews? Popular music pills."

"It's so pitiful, "You, My Deskmate."

"I will listen carefully and then vote for Hua Rong."

Lu Jian didn't know that on his sleeping midnight, there was already smoke on the Internet. He mistakenly thought that the list was released at 9 o'clock in the morning and went to bed early.

However, he was still woken up.

Lu Jian was very unhappy and wanted to slap his backhand.

"Brother... I'm going to explode, it's really going to explode." Lu Jian nervously held his phone and stared at Lu Jian, ""You, my deskmate"... was praised by the big rooster."

"Hmm?" Lu Jian rubbed his eyes and supported himself, "Big rooster?"

"I am just a particularly popular commentator and a member." Lu Kang showed his phone to Lu Jian. "The comments below are like the end of the world, and there are many people who are watching the fun forwarding them, and they are going to explode."

Lu Jian glanced at him: "Isn't this good?"

"I really don't know if it's a blessing or a disaster!" Lu Kang pulled his brother and said, "The ranking will be released in 5 minutes, and you can sleep."

"Not tomorrow morning?"

"Midnight, my stupid brother!"

Lu Jian quickly got up and put on his slippers: "Happy late-night snack! Go to my office."

The two of them just left the bedroom, but they saw Qiao Qiao waiting here, wearing a crocodile pajamas.

"I'm still a little anxious..." Qiao Qiao gestured embarrassedly, "Will it be nice to go to the library later tomorrow?"

In this way, three men in pajamas gathered in Lu Jian's office. Lu Kang and Qiao Qiao were sitting on both sides of Lu Jian with chairs. Lu Jian only stared at the webpage of the new song chart and the countdown of the clock on it. Although he was very confident, he was still anxious at this moment.

"Uncle Xing said that in the last few days of the new song period, major music platforms will buy copyrights at this time, and the price will basically refer to the ranking." Lu Jian casually clicked on the pop chart, "In this way, when everyone watches the pop chart to play songs, they will jump directly to the copyrighted player."

"The new song chart determines popularity..." Qiao Qiao's nervous voice became angry, "Where is the price?"

"If the new song list has the top 3, it can basically be the top 50 of the popular song list, and the copyright fee can be over 100,000, and the newcomers may be lower."

"Hundreds of thousands? Is it worth a return to the capital?"

Lu Kang patted Qiao Qiao's head and scolded, "What's the one hundred thousand? Can anyone be ranked in the top three?"

As they were talking, the new song chart page was refreshed at midnight, and 49 new songs on the chart were displayed. They will fight here for two weeks!

The top five large cover recommendation positions on the list have also been refreshed, and they were all given to Hua Rong. Judging from the packaging, he should be on the rock route. If he can recommend it so generously, he must be a first-line singer.

"Fuck! What's going on with the recommendation person? Why don't you have a new song?" Lu Kang gritted his teeth and scolded, "How can I play this! And Hua Rong's remakes a selected album, with basic popularity."

"But this is the new song list." Qiao Qiao also gritted her teeth and was a little dissatisfied, "What are the fun of the old song selection?"

"Don't complain, this is the business rules. When you apply for recommendations, it means you have attention. If you have attention, you have traffic, and if you have traffic, you have money." Lu Jian suppressed his nervous mood and explained, "We will brush it once every 5 minutes... When you get a little, you must go to bed!"

"Hey, I guess, it's almost half an hour." Lu Kang shook his head, "Let me predict it - the 12 songs in Huarong's Selected Collection will be ranked together, directly occupying the top 10, and others focus on participating."

"Who said that?" Lu Jian couldn't help but watch it once, and found that "You, the Deskmate" ranked first, and had already won 301 votes. It was only 00:01 points, and I couldn't finish listening to the song!

As for the song "Forgot the Original Intention", the second place Hua Rong only has more than twenty votes.

"Commissioner votes!" Lu Kang shouted out immediately, "I understand. Uncle Xing must be in front of the computer. He voted at twelve o'clock. He voted for 100 votes per vote!"

Qiao Qiao felt her heartbeat was accelerating and she couldn't help but feel excited: "What about the other 201 votes?"

Lu Kang was also confused: "Uncle Xing's friend? I don't know either."

Qiao Qiao suddenly thought of something and patted her thigh excitedly: "Big rooster! He said he wanted to get the ticket as soon as possible."

"What about 100 other votes?" Lu Kang asked.

"I don't know this anymore."

They didn't know that on the other side of the city, a big man snatching his feet was snatching his feet vigorously.

"Yingyue and I have 200 votes, mentally retarded people!"

For the music that Zhao really likes and is groundbreaking, the more ruthless he curses, the more enthusiastic he loves.

In the office, Lu Jian couldn't help but want to refresh the list every 30 seconds.

There are still 301 votes, but Hua Rong's second-place "Don't Forget the Original Intention" has quickly risen to more than 70 votes.

By 00:10, "You, the Deskmate" still had only 311 votes, while Hua Rong's title song had reached 323 votes.
Chapter completed!