Lu Xiaobu, of course, noticed this issue.
Well, the data has already been delivered to his desk!
He looked at the data in front of him and laughed!
Personal aesthetic views may differ. If it really was lifted by genuine means, he wouldn't have said anything.
But the survey data right before him clearly told him— the other side bought their way up with traffic!
What's this all about?
Getting airtime fever?
Deliberately provoking me?
He believed that by now, people in any circle understood his temperament.
With fair competition, he'd never say anything.
But now, buying traffic, faking the rankings?!
Are you underestimating me, or mocking me for not having money?! Just buying one or two hundred million in traffic makes you so impressive?
Lu Xiaobu opened Weibo.
Well, during the profit exchange earlier, he had reopened his account.
After all, keeping it locked wasn't good for either side.
"@Xu Kong, will you kneel yourself, or should I make you kneel?"
