Today's hotel was almost reserved by the Rong family. When Feng Jia went to the front desk and revealed her identity, the waiter at the front desk had no suspicion and directly gave her Zheng Li's room number.
Song Tang drank a lot of red wine and induced vomiting as soon as he got to the room. Then he drank sobering tea to stay awake at all times.
The first time she met Shen Zhou was at the filming base, and her impression of him was that he was glib.
Now it seems that this person is really not a good person.
In front of Zheng Li, he looked flattering, but behind Zheng Li's back, he was so rude and abusive, and showed no respect for his agent.
Such people, even if they become famous, will fall over sooner or later.
The doorbell rang, Song Tang went to open the door, and it was Feng Jia who came back.
"Is it time to get your room number?"
"1808, Shen Zhou and two people are currently in the room. Mr. Zheng is still at the dinner. You..."
Song Tang knew that with Feng Jia's intelligence and intelligence, she would not be suspicious, and she really needed a helper, so he said frankly: "The chairman has always suspected that Zheng Li is a moth within Rong's family, but Zheng Li has been a long-standing stockholder of Rong's family." , and he is a close confidant of Mr. Rong, so the chairman asked me to find tangible evidence and expose it in front of Mr. Rong."
After that, Song Tang talked about Zheng Li's cunning behavior in the matter of being a spokesperson, "In short, Mr. Zheng and I have a secret feud. I am not surprised at all that he cheated on me at the dinner party today."
After hearing this, Feng Jia suddenly realized, "Because Mingtian's advertisement has gone out of the circle, Shen Zhou, the spare tire, can no longer sit still, and here comes the theory. Ha, no wonder, no wonder..."
"What's the wonder?"
"I had lunch a few days ago and met Guo Xiaochun from the brand department. She asked me when the publicity funds for the new products would be allocated. I still felt strange at the time. Didn't President Rong sign the publicity funds earlier? You asked me to check it at that time. Now it seems that the problem lies with Mr. Zheng. This money goes directly to the finance department and cannot fall into his personal pocket. Isn’t he trying to withhold funds to prevent publicity?”
Feng Jia hit the key to the matter right away. At that time, Song Tang felt that he was definitely looking for the right person to ask Feng Jia for help with this matter.
Feng Jia has been the president's secretary for four years and is familiar with all departments and is comfortable in interpersonal communication.
"In the early stage, the publicity funds were withheld and Mingtian was left to fend for himself. Then he kicked Mingtian away because his popularity was too low, and took advantage of the situation to straighten the spare tire. When the time comes, double the publicity funds will be spent, and another "sinking boat" will come to the rescue. ' News, it would be difficult for Shen Zhou not to become popular."
Song Tang had to give Feng Jia a thumbs up. Who doesn't like this kind of young lady who is both beautiful and intelligent, and also sober?
As Feng Jia was talking, he suddenly became excited, "Hey, let's put it this way, the popularity today is not because Rong spent money to buy the list, but because Ming Tian really left the circle."
Red is a kind of metaphysics. No matter how many and excellent resources are given to some people, they remain anonymous, while some people only need a chance to show their faces.
"Secretary Song, if you need me to do anything, just ask."
"Can we find out through the Finance Department where this publicity fund went?"
"No problem. I know the cashier Li Luo very well. I'll try to trick her tomorrow."
Advertising fees, production fees, and publicity fees add up to millions. It is impossible for Zheng Li to pocket all of it, but if he embezzled part of it and accepted part of it as bribes, it would be a crime.
Feng Jia didn't stay long, and after confirming that Song Tang was fine alone, she returned to the dinner party.
Song Tang stayed alone in the room to rest. She wanted to wait for Rong Chuqin to finish the dinner and go home together.
Suddenly the phone rang, and when I saw it, it was Lu Yiheng.
"Hello, Brother Heng?"
As soon as Lu Yiheng heard her high-pitched voice, he asked, "Have you been drinking?"
"Haha, I drank a little during today's press conference, not much. I'm already resting in the room now, and Xiaorong is fighting alone."
Lu Yiheng thought to himself, indeed he drank too much and talked more.
"Tangtang, have you ever seen a psychiatrist about your illness?"
"I've seen it and it's okay. She said I was under too much pressure and just relax. Don't worry."
Lu Yiheng was afraid that she would report good news but not bad news, so he added: "Contact me anytime if you have anything, I'm always here."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Heng."
The brief greeting made Song Tang feel warm in her heart. She poured herself a glass of warm water, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling night scene downstairs.
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we miss our loved ones even more during the festival. Those who are still running on the road at this moment are wondering if they are anxious to go home and enjoy the full moon with their families.
Looking up at the sky, a full moon hangs quietly in the night sky.
She still remembered the first few years when her second uncle and second aunt took her back to the Song family. The Song family did not celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, because the Mid-Autumn Festival was the anniversary of her parents' death. On that day, no one dared to mention it in front of her.
Later, the second aunt said that the death anniversary is also celebrated, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is also celebrated. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the family will prepare things for worship while celebrating the festival. Everyone will celebrate the festival happily and worship at ease.
Later, the atmosphere of the festival became stronger and stronger, and the sacrifices became less and less. Everyone only remembered the festival and no longer mentioned the death anniversary.
By now, the second uncle may have long forgotten the death anniversary of his eldest brother and sister-in-law.
When thinking of the Song family, Song Tang could only sigh.
She got angry impulsively and asked them to move out within a week. It couldn't be said out of anger, it was the indignation she had accumulated in her heart for many years.
It was a fact that her second uncle and second aunt had raised her, and she would never deny it. However, she could never bear it when her second uncle and second aunt used this to seize the inheritance, spend extravagantly, and make her father's life-long efforts go to waste.
I don't know how long it took, but Feng Jia sent her a message - "Secretary Song, Mr. Zheng went up. He drank a lot and was helped up."
——"Where's Mr. Rong?"
——"Mr. Rong is still fighting, 80% of the enemy troops have fallen, and there are still a few die-hards who are boldly planning to bring down Mr. Rong."
——"..."
Song Tang took two steps and her dizziness improved a lot. Although the soles of her feet were still a little dizzy, it did not affect what she wanted to do.
She put down her water glass, took her room key and went out.
Zheng Li's room number was 1808, which was on the same floor. She followed the room number and found it quickly.
Not long after, the elevator arrived, and two waiters helped Zheng Li to the room, one on the left and the other on the right. Zheng Li drank so much that he was unconscious. His walking felt like stepping on cotton and he couldn't straighten his legs.
When Song Tang saw this, he didn't worry about anything and walked over boldly.
When the door to the room opened, she pretended to rest against the wall opposite the door.
"You bitch, you're so drunk?!" Shen Zhou's curse came out, followed by a series of sharp slaps, "Are you still conscious? Are you awake?"
The waiter asked: "Do you need some sobering tea?"
It was Shen Zhou again, he cursed angrily: "What does it have to do with me whether he dies or not?!"
Hearing the sound, he was about to come out. Song Tang held on to the wall, turned his face away, and moved forward slowly step by step.
As Shen Zhou walked out, he scolded, "If you fail, you will fail. I trust you so much, but you actually leave things to such a person!" This chapter has been completed!