"Fuck! How can you push out there!"
The PR Departnt looked at the new task Gloria sent him, and he felt overwheld.
"I'm just a photographer, not an ad planner. How could I shoot an ad?"
He thought he would just participate in the assignnt, never expecting to be the one leading it.
But the Truth Departnt was still the type to stir things up and wrapped an arm around his neck saying,
"Co on, you've already accepted the task, what can you do, right? We're good brothers, brainstorming will always find a way."
Brothers are ant to be sold out.
"And we have so many predecessors we can learn from. Why fear? They're just NPCs, can they really surpass real-world corporate hype techniques? At worst, we'll just fight. Our super balloon fears no one."
Looking at the confident expression of the leader, the PR Departnt just wanted to kick this guy down the mountain. Usually, the good brothers are the ones being sold out, today it's his turn, so it's fair play.
However, what the Truth Departnt said did make so sense.
"You're right, they can't sue us for infringent anyway." The PR Departnt nodded to himself, "We'll just take their marketing tactics and apply them."
He stroked his chin, starting to recall the sches usually discussed in the company's advertising departnt, wondering if there's anything he could use.
Like...
"Aha! Got it."
"Instead of enhancing ourselves, why not disparage others."
The PR Departnt had a sudden flash of insight.
"I rember Brother Dao once said that Night City drinking water is ridiculously dirty? Sothing about excessive rcury and lead levels, that drinking too much affects the brain, reduces intelligence, maybe even causes ntal retardation, right?"
"Uh..."
The Truth Departnt recalled.
"Seems like there was sothing like that, so what? The real water they use isn't Night City's water."
People in Night City are quite familiar with this, considering the southern towns were inundated with lake water containing neurotoxins over a decade ago, and Santo Domingo is even worse with its heavy tal poisoning.
"Who cares? I didn't say they use contaminated water." The PR Departnt shrugged, "We just need to erase their trademark, find a bottled water with similar specs and casing, then let soone who looks ntally impaired due to water pollution walk with this bottle, everything left unsaid."
The Truth Departnt felt this idea from the PR Departnt wasn't reliable at all.
"Where in the world do you find such a person? Night City's prosthetic clinics are so advanced, any cybernetic doctor shop can do microplastic surgery, how could there be soone who looks ntally impaired?"
At that mont, soone happened to pass in front of them.
The giant looked at the sewage treatnt plant below, which was still in the asuring stage, without construction starting.
"Eh...wondering if this thing can support fish farming after it's built? If my old profession could thrive here, maybe I'd make a fortune..."
His eyes were so small they were almost unnoticeable if you didn't look carefully, his mouth slightly open, with a smile that was hard to decipher, his every movent exuding confusion.
If you were to find a phrase to describe his current expression...
[I can't find my mom]
Though Potato mocked the giant, calling him dim-witted all the ti, nobody really took it to heart, they just saw it as friendly banter. But now, looking closely...
Holy crap...
The two realized the giant actually seed more and more like soone genuinely impaired. Didn't they say looks are randomly generated upon revival?
They even thought if they casually snapped a photo of him, it wouldn't need any editing to win competitions.
"Hold on!"
The PR Departnt stopped the giant from walking further away, his tone sincere and earnest.
"Brother Xun, I need your help, only you can do this."
"Uh?"
The giant again showed that divine bewildernt.
"You need my help? What for?"
The PR Departnt quickly spoke: "No other reason, I'm really admiring you, I want to take a photo."
The sincerity made the giant a bit embarrassed.
"Admire ? Oh, how kind."
The giant didn't even suspect the other's motive, after all, what could a photo do? He was even a bit smug.
As one of the first veteran players, being admired wasn't unusual.
"Hurry, hurry!"
The PR Departnt pulled the giant up the slope while gesturing for his good brother to take the bottled water out of his backpack.
Even though it was just a roadside drink, the intention was there.
"Co on, Brother Xun, hold this and stand here."
The PR Departnt casually found a sunny spot, pulling the giant onto it, making the giant feel a bit shy.
"Should I strike a pose or sothing?"
The PR Departnt waved repeatedly, "No need, nothing at all, just stand there holding that bottle."
"Oh."
The giant, in a haze, watched the PR Departnt take out the bumblebee drone they used for photo keepsakes, taking a picture from a low angle.
To prevent fans from saying he's not down to earth, the giant kindly smiled, showing an even more impaired appearance.
"Is it done?"
"Done, done, done!"
"Oh man, you guys have taste, back when I was young I was quite the looker, wasn't sure how many girls wrote love letters, but alas, ti is a butcher's knife, got spots on my face now."
What spots?
The PR Departnt almost dropped the drone.
What the hell is this ancient zombie?
But fortunately, after so explanation, the three understood that the spots he ntioned were just small black dots.
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