fictionpage Chapter 168 Successful Marketing
Chapter 168 Successful Marketing
Chapter 168 Successful Marketing
Jiang Xiaoming asked, "Senior, what do you mean by that?"
The senior student was a little embarrassed and said, "It's nothing, I was just asking casually."
As he spoke, he slowly walked away, muttering to himself: I was definitely overthinking it; it's not like what they say online at all. The internet says there's a group of awful people who love to scam innocent college students. When the relationship ends, they'll send a Pinduoduo group-buying link, letting the other person "get a gold coin bonus."
"How could anyone in this world be so bored?"
"One or two is fine, but a whole group is ridiculous. Besides, the things that girl asked me to buy in the end weren't worth much, only a few dozen yuan in total. The internet is really full of nonsense."
Jiang Xiaoming was completely baffled, staring at his senior's departing figure, his mind filled with questions. It wasn't until a few days later that he suddenly understood why his senior had asked him if his female online friend had sent him a link to Pinduoduo.
For the next few days, Jiang Xiaoming and Li Ziqiu chatted intermittently. Finally, one day, he couldn't help but swallow his pride and apologize to Li Ziqiu, saying that he had been too nosy before. Just then, Li Ziqiu sent him a link.
"What's this?" Jiang Xiaoming asked as he clicked the link. It was a redirect link; WeChat took him directly to the Pinduoduo interface. It was a Pinduoduo group-buying link for 5 pairs of socks, which only cost 1 yuan.
Jiang Xiaoming instantly recalled the question his senior had asked him a few days ago, and a question arose in his mind: What does that mean?
After a while, Chestnut Ball replied: "Didn't you say you didn't have enough socks a while ago? I want to buy some socks for you, let's place an order together quickly."
Jiang Xiaoming was touched: it turned out that Chestnut Ball still cared about him. He immediately linked his bank card, paid 1 yuan, and completed the group purchase.
To his surprise, when he edited and sent the thank-you message, he received a red exclamation mark. The system indicated that he had been blocked by Chestnut Ball.
"Huh? Why?" Jiang Xiaoming was completely bewildered. "We were just chatting so well a moment ago! She even offered to buy me socks, so why did she block me the next minute? What did I do wrong?"
Jiang Xiaoming panicked. Memories of his time with Kuriboh flashed through his mind: their late-night chats, their heated discussions about new anime series, their shared thoughts on the shows, and those unexpected moments that stirred his heart.
"Why is this happening? What did I do wrong?" Jiang Xiaoming's heart felt like it was being pecked hard by a woodpecker, aching with each peck.
Jiang Xiaoming was completely lost and dejected all day.
During this time, he created several alternate accounts to add Chestnut Ball as a friend, but each friend request went unanswered.
He was in pain and confused, even hiding under the covers and crying secretly: "What did I do wrong? Didn't you promise to buy me socks? Why did you suddenly stop contacting me? Was it because I was too controlling before?"
Soon, Jiang Xiaoming's roommate noticed something was wrong. After some questioning, Jiang Xiaoming said in a daze that he might have broken up with his girlfriend.
He clutched his hair in anguish and said, "Can you guys help me figure this out? What did I do wrong? Why was I suddenly blocked?"
He no longer cared about privacy and showed his chat history with Chestnut Ball to his roommates. Several of his roommates, who were also single and had never been in a relationship, seriously looked through the chat history and started analyzing it.
They racked their brains but still couldn't figure out why Jiang Xiaoming had suddenly been blocked.
One of my roommates scratched his head and said, "I don't understand. This question is too difficult."
Another roommate speculated, "Is it possible that this 'Chestnut Ball' actually has a boyfriend, and he found out about your chat, which is why she blocked you?"
After much deliberation, everyone felt that this was the most plausible answer. Jiang Xiaoming muttered to himself, "Is that really true? If so, what am I? What about all the emotions I've invested during this time?"
He wondered to himself, "With a boyfriend, why is she chatting so enthusiastically with other guys? Is Chestnut Ball a bad girl?" Suddenly, he remembered Chestnut Ball chatting very warmly with a stranger on her WeChat Moments. Could that stranger be her boyfriend?
"It all makes sense, everything makes sense!" After realizing this, Jiang Xiaoming fell into deep pain. "So I was just this bad girl's toy."
After a few days of feeling down, a roommate came over with a package, tossed it to him, and said, "I just passed by the security guard's office, and he said there was a package for you."
"A package? I haven't bought anything recently." Jiang Xiaoming tore open the package in confusion, only to find 10 pairs of socks inside.
There was a note stuck to the socks that read: "I heard you didn't have any socks, so I bought you some extra. Be happy every day, my little boy."
Boom! Jiang Xiaoming was struck dumb. Socks, Pinduoduo, chestnut balls, WeChat, Shake, online dating—all the fragments pieced together in an instant, and he finally understood that his first love had ended just like that.
After some time, Jiang Xiaoming barely recovered from the pain of heartbreak. With a heart full of bitterness, he wrote about his experiences on his personal Weibo account, wanting to preserve his memories of his first love and Chestnut Ball.
Unexpectedly, his Weibo post went viral online, garnering thousands of likes.
Many netizens felt saddened by this unexpected and sudden end to their love story, and they also firmly remembered the WeChat Shake feature—a memory etched into their minds as belonging to this era: using WeChat Shake might just spark a budding romance.
Just then, the senior student approached Jiang Xiaoming again, saying with a complicated expression, "You actually ran into her? She also sent you a link to a Pinduoduo group-buying deal?"
Memories flooded Jiang Xiaoming's mind. He remembered the senior who seemed to have precognitive abilities and quickly asked, "Senior, what's going on? Why did you suddenly ask me this question a while ago?"
The senior student slowly recounted his experience: his experience was almost exactly the same as Jiang Xiaoming's. He also used WeChat's "Shake" feature and met a girl he chatted with. The ending of the story was exactly the same: the girl sent him a Pinduoduo group-buying link, saying she wanted to buy him a thermos. After he completed the group-buying, she suddenly blocked him and he could no longer contact her.
The senior student added with a bitter expression, "I saw online that I'm not the only one who's had this experience. It seems like a group of people have encountered the same thing as us recently. In the end, the girl always sends a Pinduoduo link, and after the boy completes the group purchase, he completely disappears."
"Some say this is a group of people causing trouble; others say it's a marketing campaign orchestrated by Pinduoduo. But I just can't understand it. This is too ridiculous. What kind of marketing is this? And who would be so bored as to band together to do this kind of thing? I don't believe that boys can dress up as girls so convincingly."
Jiang Xiaoming then realized that such rumors had been circulating online for some time. He pondered for a moment and said, "Senior, could this be some kind of little ritual between girls? If they're breaking up, they might pool their money with the boy as a farewell gift?"
"Possibly," the senior replied after a moment's thought. "Forget it, let's not dwell on these troubles. We're destined to meet, let's go to a small restaurant for a couple of drinks."
"What can relieve sorrow? Only drinking."
Jiang Xiaoming felt a pang of sadness as he recalled his lost first love, and the urge to drink arose within him. He said, "Let's go for a drink! It's on me!"
"No, please, it's my treat." The senior smiled and waved his hand.
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