Rebirth of the entertainment industry and the return of the queen

Chapter 607 Press Conference

Without a mood, even the most delicious food tastes like nothing.

Pei Ziheng told her a few things to pay attention to when speaking on crisis public relations, and said: "If you can't hold on, you can go back to the emperor."

Xia Ling shook her head wearily.

Pei Ziheng looked at her. Beside her, this petite girl looked paler than before, with a sad and haggard look on her face, as well as a faint sense of bewilderment.If he let go and got this ending, why didn't he take her back? "Li Lei doesn't know how to take care of you at all," Pei Ziheng said in a deep voice, "When you were in the Emperor, you never suffered from such a thing."

"At the beginning, no one died." Xia Ling retorted instinctively.

She can't tolerate others saying that Li Lei is not good, obviously Li Lei has tried his best to give her the best.Li Lei couldn't control the occurrence of such an incident, it was she who deserved it, and casually agreed to the photographer to take pictures.

Pei Ziheng said, "Why hasn't anyone died? Wang Jingwan."

When the name was mentioned, both of them fell silent.

That's right, wouldn't Wang Jingwan die at that time?Some public opinion pointed the finger at her, but Pei Ziheng protected her and never let her stand in front of the stage to apologize or anything like that.

but……

That's different.

Xia Ling lowered her head, looking at the half-drunk juice cup.

His so-called "protection" is just another form of humiliation. She would rather stand in front of the camera and flash lights to apologize to the public than be imprisoned in a dark place isolated from the world and abused every day in the name of "recovery". , torture.

In just half an hour, it passed quickly.

Rolls-Royce stopped at the press conference.

Someone recognized the car and took pictures of it. However, Xia Ling didn't care too much, got out of the car, and under the escort of the staff, walked through the crowd of reporters who were taking pictures and entered the press conference hall.

Accompanied by Lin Yunan, she stood on the main podium.

Looking around, there are countless media with long guns and short cannons, and several representatives of non-governmental human rights organizations are holding a large drawing board with a black and white photo of the dead child taking medicine from her hand.

Seeing that photo, she remembered——

They are two lively and cheerful boys. Yesterday, she taught them to sing songs for a long time. The young one has a very nice voice. She even praised him. When he grows up, he can become a generation of singers.

When she delivered the medicine, the two children rushed to the front and thanked her happily.

She watched them swallow those two white pills with her own eyes...

It was her who personally sent them to the road of death.

Tears gathered in Xia Ling's eyes again. She wanted to hold back the tears, but, thinking of Pei Ziheng's advice - [When you don't know what to say, just cry, cry hard, it's best not to cry.Don't give the reporter too many opportunities to ask questions, and leave the scene quickly after apologizing. ]
She knew that the reporters were a group of bloodthirsty sharks, and if she made a mistake, she would be swarmed up and torn to pieces.So she let the tears flow, looking more mournful than before.

Seeing her like this, Lin Yunan at the side was more or less relieved.

To be honest, when these artists were in the training camp, they did not receive many training courses on crisis public relations, and Xiaoling was very innocent, so he was very worried that she would screw up.

Fortunately, so far, it seems that she at least knows how to express her grief.

Lin Yunan also made a gesture of deep condolence in cooperation.

While crying, Xia Ling intermittently apologized to the orphanage and the children. She said that she was too careless and didn't check the medicines carefully beforehand, so she distributed them to the children in a daze...

A reporter asked pointedly: "Miss Ye, are you doing charity just to gain fame and show off? Do you not care about children's health and life at all?"

She shook her head with a hoarse voice: "No, I love children very much."

"Is it because you have lost a child yourself, so you don't care about the lives of other children?" The reporter's question became more pointed, and the flashlight kept shooting at her.

There was a "buzz" in her ear. This question caught her off guard, and she almost couldn't even stand still.Her tears fell more fiercely, she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, in front of so many people, she couldn't make a sound.

"Miss Ye, why don't you talk? Did I hit the mark?"

"Yes, Ms. Ye, you are the one who has died of a child. You should know the grief. How can you be so irresponsible and distribute deadly inferior medicine to the children?"

"I heard that there is a shady scene in this charitable foundation, may I ask if it is true?"

"There are rumors that you recently bought a lot of high-end ready-to-wear and jewelry, such as Givenchy, Chanel, and pink diamond necklaces. I have calculated that your income as a singer is not enough to support such a huge expenditure. Did you embezzle the money of the charity foundation? That's why you let the children eat inferior medicine!"

"Miss Ye, do you have a conscience?"

"Why are you so cruel that you don't even spare the children's medicine money?"

The questions became more and more vicious, making her less and less sure how to answer them.At this moment, she was looking at a vast sea of ​​lights, and everyone's faces were blurred in front of her eyes.

She really wanted to tell them, no, things were not as they guessed, but it was useless, no one would listen to her at all...

The public relations draft Lin Yunan gave in advance, as well as Pei Ziheng's instructions on the road, had long been forgotten by her in the face of these turbulent questioning.Her mind went blank, she just cried and repeated mechanically: "I'm sorry... I don't know... I'm sorry..."

The voice became hoarse and smaller.

The crowd of reporters is getting more and more excited.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Yunan stood up, and said to the media in the audience as politely as possible: "I'm sorry everyone, Xiaoling's emotions are a little out of control, and this accident has caused a lot of trauma to her. Today's press conference begins with At this point, if you have any questions, just ask the spokesperson responsible for handling this accident."

He supported Xia Ling, planning to take her off the stage to rest.

"Don't go!" A representative of a human rights organization called out among the crowd, "Ye Xingling, you have to speak clearly today! Have you embezzled charity funds, have you received kickbacks from manufacturers, and let innocent children eat Inferior drugs?! What about your designer bags and expensive diamonds?!"

"Yes! Don't try to get away with it!" Someone shouted from the audience.

Lin Yunan ignored these people, supported her and wanted to leave quickly, but the crowd surrounded her one after another, preventing them from leaving.

"Give way, please let me go." Lin Yunan's stomach full of evil fire had nowhere to vent, if he hadn't worried that this was a public place and he wanted to maintain the image of his artists, he would have beaten them up long ago.

(End of this chapter)