(The previous chapter was blocked. No idea when it'll be put back up. What a pain!)
Since the online discussion was all about drunk driving, the way to make it explode was to create a drunk-driving news story.
What if the driver claimed he'd taken Qinglin Hangover Grass, but it hadn't worked?
Netizens were fools. All it would take was a little steering, and the controversy would grow even bigger.
With that kind of public outcry, as long as the driver insisted he'd taken Qin Lin's Hangover Grass after drinking, Qinglin Hangover Grass wouldn't be able to clear its name.
Naturally, they had to find the right driver. If anything went wrong, he'd end up behind bars.
But in this day and age, money could make the devil turn millstones. As long as you were willing to pay, you could always find people desperate enough to risk their lives for it.
The PR manager quickly left Chen Muyang's office.
A faint smile appeared on Chen Muyang's lips.
Qinglin Hangover Grass was certainly effective, but not every trick had to be played out in the open. Underhanded tactics could sometimes produce results beyond anyone's imagination.
The sun set, and night gradually fell.
The bar was packed once more, filled with nonstop cheers and revelry.
In the parking lot outside the bar, Li Jiajun was already sitting in his car. He looked at the payment notification on his phone, gritted his teeth, deleted it, then took another bottle of liquor from the car and tipped it into his mouth.
He didn't know who was behind the order to target Qinglin Hangover Grass, but they'd paid him.
And he badly needed the money.
After finishing the bottle, he tossed it out the window. Then he took out a packet of Qinglin Hangover Grass