Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhang stared at Ye Feifei's face, doubtful, "Ye Feifei, do you really want to discuss countermeasures with me? Don't you want to trick me?"
"Do you still need me to trick you now? Just one of those things on Weibo will kill you yourself. Why should I do it?" Ye Feifei asked back.
Mrs. Zhang didn't say anything. She was not a fool. Of course she knew how harmful the information that was revealed on Weibo was to her. But she still had a little hope in her heart, hoping that she could use Weibo to make trouble this time to haunt Ye Feifei. Cooperate with yourself. Her son still has to inherit the family property.
"Mrs. Zhang, if you still want to tell me about helping your son, I advise you to give up this idea. I won't help you." Ye Feifei saw what Mrs. Zhang meant and decisively refused, "I I'm not interested in stories about wealthy families like yours. I have a lot of my own affairs, so I have no time to care about you. Besides, you know better what your family's affairs are like. I don't want to wade into troubled waters."
"Ye Feifei, you see, I have cancer." Mrs. Zhang still said it shamelessly.
"It's just that the cancer is in its early stage and can be cured, or even relatively easy to cure. Your son and daughter can just do a transplant for you," Ye Feifei said.
Mrs. Zhang pursed her lips tightly and her hands trembled slightly. She could tell that no matter what she said, Ye Feifei would not step forward to help her. She and Ye Feifei would not accomplish anything by entangled here.
"Mrs. Zhang is a smart person. Instead of continuing to discuss with me here how to help you provide false evidence, why don't we continue to talk about the solution to the Weibo topic." Ye Feifei changed the topic and introduced Mrs. Zhang to the formal topic.
"Well, what solution do you have?" Mrs. Zhang looked at Ye Feifei. Her biggest crisis now was the issue of microbloggers.
Ye Feifei saw that Mrs. Zhang still had a brain, so she touched her chin, squinted her eyes slightly, and made a thinking gesture. She deliberately pretended to think for two minutes, and then said: "Our company has posted on Weibo We sent out a video of your car accident. So we can use the car accident to talk about it. The press conference will come soon, and we will let the reporters directly in your ward. Do you dare to explain to the reporters in person?"
Mrs. Zhang bit her lip and let out a breath, "Why don't you dare? But what about the car accident? What about my little friend? If I hurt him, he will definitely retaliate against me if he is forced to do anything. Then I will still be criticized by netizens. Take it out. My marriage will still be affected!"
"When reporters come, our focus is not that you were in a car accident, but that you were injured. I will find a way to deal with the car accident. But here... you have to tell everyone that you do have cancer. You are here After the car accident, you chatted with me and asked me to help you rehearse. I vomited blood when I was excited. Can you understand this?" Ye Feifei asked.
This is because she let Mrs. Zhang go, otherwise she wouldn’t have helped Mrs. Zhang make excuses.
Mrs. Zhang was not a fool. When she heard what Ye Feifei said, she immediately understood Ye Feifei's attitude. She coughed twice slightly to make her throat feel better, and replied: "Ye Feifei, I understand. Don't worry, I'm such a person." You are not so heartless, you are deliberately letting me go, and I know how to be grateful!"
"Well, it's best if you understand. As for the topic on Weibo, you can explain it as the mistress looking for black fans to write random things. This will help you act the weak. I believe your husband will also stand by you." Ye Feifei continued.