After Zhou Ze attended the brand event, he returned to the backstage, and there were more than a dozen media waiting for his exclusive interview.
It was really overwhelming. He looked around and lowered his voice and asked Lu Bin softly: "Do we have to finish picking all these families? Can't we leave out a few more?"
"No, these companies have been carefully selected." Lu Bin patted Zhou Ze on the shoulder and said firmly: "I also want to get off work."
These days, the media only need to put the word "Zhou Ze" on the title of a magazine or news to automatically attract attention.
When the interview came to an end, Zhou Ze took a sip of water to moisten his throat and smiled again to greet the last family.
Lu Bin told him, "This is a small media company that was established not long ago and should be closed soon."
It can be seen that the reporter of this company did a lot of homework before the interview. At least he came here after getting to know Zhou Ze carefully. Therefore, the questions he asked were more in-depth and connotative than other stereotyped questions. Zhou Ze couldn't help but admire him.
a bit.
The reporter turned to the last page of the interview script, and there was only one line left, which read, "If conditions permit, I would like to ask about Zhou Ze's recent scandals" with a big asterisk next to it.
This is an additional question. It is placed at the end. Whether to ask it or not depends entirely on the reporter’s immediate judgment based on the atmosphere of the interview.
Even if you don't ask, the interview task can be completed; but if you ask, he may not answer, but it will create a bad impression on them, which is not worth the loss; if you can get the answer, it will undoubtedly not be the icing on the cake.
Normally, the reporter would have just closed the interview script and the interview would have ended here happily, but today was different. The reporter was bewildered by the ease radiating from Zhou Ze's body.
The reporter shouted "Come on" to himself from the bottom of his heart, and then boldly asked: "We all know that Teacher Zhou has shot many works one after another this year, and you have also met with everyone one after another. What are your plans for next year?
?”
It’s a cliché, but in order to make the interview more informative, Zhou Ze tried his best to answer sincerely: “After the New Year, I have a documentary to shoot, and I am also in contact with some good scripts. I still hope to bring you more in the new year.
A good piece of work."
"You will be turning 30 next year. Will you do something special at this important stage in your life?"
The interview has reached the final stage. The previous question was about summarizing the previous year, so the next question is about looking forward to the next year.
But this reporter's way of speaking made it obvious that she had other intentions. Since she didn't dare to ask questions directly, she resorted to this roundabout tactic to test her.
Zhou Ze pretended not to hear the other hidden meanings in her words: "The age of 30 is indeed a turning point in life, but I don't think it is an age node that must restrict what we must do and what we want to do.
There should be no age limit, so for me, when I am 30 years old, except that the numbers on the candles change on my birthday, everything else should be no different from when I was 29 years old."
Zhou Ze always deviated from the real question asked by the reporter. Seeing that the interview time was running out, the reporter became anxious and blurted out: "With the recent news, many fans are concerned about whether they will consider it in the new year."
What about some personal issues?”
Lu Bin has been listening from behind, ready to interrupt the interview at any time, "Friend this reporter, we will not respond to personal questions."
"It's okay." Zhou Ze reached out to stop Lu Bin, lowered his head to think for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the camera with a smile, "This has nothing to do with age, it should be something that comes naturally."
"So you're expecting something too?"
"Of course, like everyone, I look forward to all the good things."
"Okay, thank you, Teacher Zhou. That's where we'll end today." The reporter breathed a sigh of relief. She was bolder. Fortunately, she didn't get nothing.
Zhou Ze stood up and said, "Thank you everyone, you have worked hard today."
Only Lu Bin came over with a serious look on his face and smiled reluctantly, "Please, before publishing, please send the interview content to our team for review."
"Okay." The reporter agreed readily. She had no intention of prying out private topics from Zhou Ze's mouth. This was already an unexpected surprise. "We will let the editorial team contact you then."
The reporter was immersed in the joy of having gained a lot. It was not until the conversation was played repeatedly on the way back that she slowly calmed down and realized something was wrong.
Zhou Ze never answers these questions, and the more a mystery his relationship status becomes, the more curious people become, and the more they want people to pry into it, the more they keep it secret, and the cycle repeats.
Often when something goes wrong, there must be a monster. With the sensitivity of entertainment reporters, she grabbed her colleagues and said, "Do you think something is wrong with Zhou Ze? At least there are some signs of it, and he has started to inoculate himself against the outside world."
"No," colleagues denied in unison, "Zhou Ze is open year-round, so where can he find someone to fall in love with? Besides, other artists are exposed every day, and he only has two in ten years."
"Well, maybe I'm overthinking it," the reporter was persuaded. Maybe she was just too sensitive and immersed herself in writing the manuscript.
At the same time, Lu Bin was also criticizing him in the car, "What's wrong with you today? Just forget what you said before, but you shouldn't say the next sentence."
"This topic cannot be ignored all the time," Zhou Ze retorted while typing on the keyboard, "I don't have a particularly pointed statement. How they interpret it is up to others."
"That's right, you have something that is certain, but it has to seep out little by little." Lu Bin lowered the seat and finally just lay down, "I have drafted your statement, and I will adapt accordingly when the time comes."
Zhou Ze glanced at him: "It's not needed at the moment."
He said you were fat and had asthma.
Xiao Song from the front turned to him and asked: "Brother Ze, where are we going now?"
"Go to Shenzhou University Affiliated Hospital."
Lu Bin closed his eyes and wandered away, not forgetting to take the opportunity to complain about him: "At your current speed, it's not too early to make preparations now."
On Wang Yiyi's side, just when she was about to leave, Zhou Ze sent a message saying that he was coming, but her refusal was fruitless, so she had no choice but to continue sitting here waiting for him to come.
It's been a long time since Wang Yiyi and his father were so calm. They've been together for so long. Fortunately, Liu Heqi was there to liven up the atmosphere.
Liu Heqi showed a strong reaction to this, "What are your plans for the evening? It's rare for you to get together and get together?"
Wang Yiyi refused, "Not today."
"Why?" Liu Heqi was puzzled.
"In addition to work, young people should relax well." Wang's father nodded repeatedly to express his support, and at the same time reviewed their relationship: "He Qi and Beibei grew up together, and Zhou Ze and Zhou Ze were high school classmates.