Water Floods Golden Mountain

"Big Brother, getting 0.5 Federal Coins just for posting a thread—isn't that a bit too much?" Hearing this, Feng Hetang hesitated, feeling that this sum was no simple matter.

Because if you calculate it simply, wouldn't posting ten thousand threads earn five thousand Federal Coins? Posting a million threads would earn five hundred thousand, and posting ten billion would require five billion.

This amount was simply an astronomical figure.

"It's fine. Problems that can be solved with money aren't problems at all. I'll put up ten billion; spend it however you like."

Xia Ping didn't think much of it. His auction was worth trillions, so wasn't it only natural to spend a few billion on publicity?

To him, this was merely a drop in the ocean.

"As expected of Big Brother, you're truly wealthy and imposing," Feng Hetang said with admiration. He suddenly remembered that his Big Brother wasn't some pauper; his net worth exceeded a trillion, so what were a mere ten billion Federal Coins?

It was nothing more than a single hair off his Big Brother's back.

"Right, you need to find those internet trolls—the kind who have nothing better to do all day but stay home and bash people online. The legendary professional trolls. I believe they'd be very happy to do this, and their combat power is extremely high; they can troll enemies until they doubt their own existence," Xia Ping instructed Feng Hetang.

Feng Hetang looked on with newfound respect; his Big Brother really understood the scene.

To be honest, he had been targeted by these trolls before. He'd been chased across a dozen streets online, cursed for three days and three nights straight, and they would even pop up every few days to bash him, as punctual as an alarm clock.

These trolls usually