"Big brother, we can get half a Federal Coin just for making a post? Isn't that a bit too much?" Feng Hetang hesitated when he heard this. The amount seemed no small matter.
Just think about it: if we made ten thousand posts, wouldn't we earn five thousand Federal Coins? A million posts would earn five hundred thousand, and ten billion posts would cost five billion.
That was an astronomical sum.
"It's fine. If a problem can be solved with money, then it isn't a problem. I'll put up ten billion and let them spend it however they like."
Xia Ping didn't think it was a big deal. His auction was worth tens of trillions, so spending tens of billions on publicity was only natural.
To him, it was a mere drop in the bucket.
"Big brother really is loaded," Feng Hetang said admiringly. He suddenly remembered that his big brother wasn't some pauper—his wealth already exceeded ten trillion. What was a mere hundred billion Federal Coins to him?
It was just a single hair on his big brother's body.
"By the way, find those online trolls—the people who have nothing better to do than sit at home and flame others all day. The so-called professional trolls. I'm sure they'd be happy to do this, and they're ferocious fighters. They can flame their opponents until they question their very existence." Xia Ping gave Feng Hetang some pointers.
Feng Hetang was filled with admiration. His big brother really knew the market.
To be honest, he'd been flamed by those trolls himself. They'd chased him across a dozen online forums, cursing him for three whole days and nights. They even came back every few days to flame him again, as punctual as clockwork.
Those trolls usually had nothing to do anyway. If