Song Lan and Zhang Qifang congratulated on the appointment, and the two parties arrived at the hotel where the press conference was held at the agreed time.
Zhang Qi was adjusting the photography equipment on the side. Fang He was the reporter this time, and Song Lan was here to be a reserve team member. Of course, He Chaozhi was not told this.
"Fang He, when you ask questions here, you must pay attention to your tone to avoid being misunderstood."
Song Lan pointed to a place on the interview outline and said to Fang He.
Fang He is a fresh graduate this year and has just become a full-time employee not long ago, but Song Lan recognizes his abilities and plans to train him for a while.
Fang He's attitude towards Song Lan was also that of a teacher and a friend, and he was even more respectful, "I will pay attention here, President."
Song Lan had no objection to Fang He's stern behavior, but simply believed that it was just someone else's character without any malice.
While the three people were doing preparatory work, other interview media also came in one after another.
MC sent the editor-in-chief who suddenly landed in the air. His name was Ruixue. Song Lan had heard about it for a long time and was said to be a capable colleague.
When she saw a tall girl wearing a microphone with the MC logo, she couldn't help but take a second look.
It was Ruixue who also noticed Song Lan's gaze and looked back at her openly. Their eyes met and Song Lan nodded slightly.
It was Ruixue, but she turned her head indifferently as if she hadn't seen him.
Zhang Qi on the side pursed her lips and complained in a low voice, "I have long heard that the editor-in-chief of MC is a person with eyes on the top of his head."
Song Lan looked back at Zhang Qi and did not continue the topic, "Have you checked the photographic equipment?"
Zhang Qi nodded, showing her big white teeth, and patted her chest, "Don't worry!"
Song Lan nodded, folded his arms, and looked around to make sure he occupied the best interview trench.
This press conference is mainly to clarify one thing.
Three days ago, Gu Ying, the old-school movie king with the oldest experience in the entertainment industry, the most awards, and top-notch acting skills, was found to be a domestic abuser.
At the same time, Gu Ying took his mistress and mistress home to climb the stairs.
The picture can be said to be full of spring sunshine, and the mosaic occupies the entire screen.
The entertainment industry was in an uproar when the first wife, who was subjected to domestic violence, also went online to expose the inside story of Gu Ying's years of domestic violence.
Gu Ying originally had no chance to tell the difference, but his agency refused to give up and still held discussions from all sides and asked him to hold this press conference.
"Domestic violence first wife, tsk, what kind of man are you?" Zhang Qi whispered in disgust.
The press conference began. Gu Ying was dressed in black pants and black pants and remained silent. Only his manager was explaining for him in the audience.
Half an hour later, it was Gu Ying's turn. Gu Ying just picked up the phone and didn't say a few words.
Reporters from all directions began to ask questions in a barrage.
Gu Ying could accept it at first, but then the questions became more and more sharp, and he dropped the microphone and ran away.
"Tsk, garbage," Zhang Qi cursed dissatisfiedly.
Song Lan glared at him, Zhang Qi quickly shut up, but Fang He came over and handed her the recording pen.
With the right time and place, they became the first reporters to interview Gu Ying.
Because Gu Ying left midway, other reporters were unwilling to let him go, so they all ran to block him.
"President, why don't we go after him?"
Fang He saw the editor-in-chief of the MC next to him, grabbed the microphone, and ran away like the wind. He couldn't help but want to catch up.
Song Lan shook his head, "No need, let's go back and edit the manuscript now and strive to be the first to publish it."
So a group of people went against the crowd and left the hotel.
In order to gain time, Song Lan and Fang He and Zhang Qi planned to return to KEO first.
But not long after we drove out, we were stuck in traffic jam.
"Fang He, hurry up and write the manuscript. I'll review it here." Song Lan glanced at the long stream outside the window and quickly asked Fang He to start.
Fang He hurriedly turned on the recorder and computer, and started listening and typing on the keyboard.
By noon, Fang He finished typing up the manuscript and handed it over to Song Lan for review.
Song Lan carefully revised a few points and was about to send the manuscript to colleagues for publication.
It happened that at this time, a call came through. She glanced at the caller ID and answered it with a frown.
"Song Lan, are you at KEO now?" A deep voice sounded.
Song Lan glanced out the window and whispered: "No, I'm stuck on Donglan Street."
The voice on the other end took a breath after hearing this, "Just in time, we are having a dinner party on Donglandong Street. Come over quickly."
The caller was KEO's partner. Song Lan was deeply impressed by him. He was a very educated man.
Because Song Lan has He Chaozhi, she rarely copes with drinking parties, but it was obvious that she would refuse, so he added another sentence.
"The one we invited today is a senior member of our media industry. As a rising star in your field, you can't refuse, right?"
"who?"
"Ruan Sihe."
Ruan Sihe was a senior in the media industry and the person at the helm of the industry. Song Lan knew that she had no reason to refuse.
Song Lan stuffed the notebook into her handbag and said, "You two take a taxi back to KEO. I have a dinner party to attend."
Others responded and said "yes".
Song Lan got off the car and walked towards Donglan East Street next door.
According to the dinner party address sent by her partner, she successfully found the five-star hotel.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Song Lan pushed open the door of 505, and was greeted by a stream of hot air smelling of alcohol.
The leader was the partner, a gentle man. When he saw Song Lan, his face lit up with joy.
"Mr. Ruan, this is the Song Lan I told you, the head of KEO."
Song Lan was introduced to a middle-aged man with glasses and a big belly. She was smiling and just about to speak, a glass of white wine was handed to her.
"Miss Song, I'm late. I'll punish myself with three drinks."
Song Lan was a little embarrassed, but her partner winked at her repeatedly, so she could only take it and drink three cups in a row before Ruan Sihe let him go.
Song Lan found an empty seat and sat down. When he looked up, there was a surveillance camera above his head, and sitting next to him was Ruixue.
Ruixue glanced at her, still coldly.
Song Lan felt uncomfortable in her stomach, and a wave of heat flowed backwards. She put down her handbag, covered her mouth and ran out.
The meal ended with Song Lan suffering from a stomach attack during the meal.
The next day, Song Lan was intercepted by Ruixue and was invited to MC before she even entered KEO.
Song Lan couldn't fight one against a hundred, so Lin Jing could only send a message saying that she would go to KEO later.
"Yes, miss. Kidnapping is illegal."
It was Ruixue who glanced at him and said, "It's not certain who broke the law."
Song Lan felt something strange in her heart because she was crying.
It was Ruixue who ruthlessly used her personal bodyguards to bring Song Lan into MC for humiliation.
"Song Lan, look at the good things you KEO has done."
