ニュース ティクトクは1月18日に正式に禁止された後、米国でオンラインで戻ってきました

ティクトクは1月18日に正式に禁止された後、米国でオンラインで戻ってきました

著者 : Mia アップデート : Mar 31,2025

更新(1/19/25) -短時間で利用できない後、ティクトクは米国での作戦を再開しました

「当社のサービスプロバイダーと協力して、Tiktokはサービスを積極的に復元しています」と同社はX/Twitterの声明で発表しました。 「私たちは、私たちのサービスプロバイダーへの明確な指導と保証についてトランプ大統領に感謝し、1億7,000万人以上のアメリカ人にサービスを提供し、700万人以上の中小企業が繁栄できるようになるティクトクを支援し続けることで彼らが影響を受けないことを保証します。

「この決定は、修正第1条へのコミットメントを強調し、arbitrary意的な検閲に反対しています。トランプ大統領と協力して、ティクトクが米国でアクセスできるようにする持続可能なソリューションを開発することを約束します。」

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