No matter how angry Xiao Huang got, Jiang Siming was far away in the East, and there was nothing he could do.
But now Jiang Siming had appeared on ins and gained so many fans and so much admiration.
Jiang Siming had created the legend of gaining over a hundred million fans in half a day.
How could Xiao Huang stand it?
He had been using ins for years, yet had only just over seven million followers, and even that was thanks to his father's support.
For foreign politicians like them, accounts like this were especially important.
Because they were the best shortcut for winning votes.
Seven million followers might not seem like much, but among politicians, that was an extremely high number.
With that alone, Xiao Huang could go somewhere and become a governor or something after another decade or so.
That was why he was extremely displeased after seeing Jiang Siming gain over a hundred million followers in half a day.
He had painstakingly managed his ins account for years and gained only seven million followers, yet he considered himself the outstanding figure of the younger generation.
But when a Chinese man like Jiang Siming gained over a hundred million followers in half a day, all the ins users were as happy as if Christmas had arrived when they heard he was there.
This stirred up an unnamed jealousy in Xiao Huang's heart.
Why does this guy get everything he wants? I haven't even settled the previous score with him yet!
Xiao Huang pondered for a while, took out his phone, composed a post, and sent it.
"Just now, I opened ins and found everyone as happy as if they were celebrating a holiday. I thought some great news had happened, but then I found out that the