A Slacker's Heart Stirs

Chapter Ninety-One

In an era where traffic reigned supreme, a celebrity's ability to rally people was a concrete measure of their strength. Li Wenchuan had become famous in a single battle. After customers caused such a huge uproar under the Weibo post for Mist-Moon Osmanthus, two more purchase links were added, and every last item sold out.

At this point, skeptical voices were inevitable. They claimed they had never seen anything like this before.

"Fake, right? Li Wenchuan's status can bring in sales like this? I wouldn't believe it without paid trolls even if you paid me ten thousand times over."

"Heh, scalpers bought up so much of the first batch. The price has gone up several times over. Disgusting!"

"There's no need to go this far, is there? This stuff is mass-produced on an industrial assembly line. How could production really fail to keep up with sales?"

"The data manipulation is irrefutable. Li Wenchuan, get out of the entertainment industry."

"Fragrance mixed with alcohol, and this is called perfume? Love it, love it."

Besides those voices, several beauty bloggers with substantial followings joined in, directly using the topic tag to say that Jiangzhiyuan smelled like an air freshener. What a joke—it clearly had Shangming's department-store smell.

Blogger CURSH: "If you want my recommendation, go with Jiangzhiyuan. If not, spend a little more on foreign luxury brands. Why make yourself smell like you've been to a rundown mall in some tiny backwater county?"

Blogger Lu Miaomiao: "To me, it smells like something from a ten-yuan shop at a wet market. The osmanthus scent really does feel like blended artificial fragrance. It's strong, sure, but it makes my head hurt."

Blogger Yizhi Cha: "I don't oppose celebrities selling products. I just can't stand them deceiving us consumers to inflate their own