"Yes." Meng Shiping sighed, "Although we have been covering the matter of Han Jin's signing into our company, it is very difficult not to leak the news at all, besides..." Besides, he deliberately let out some ambiguous rumors, and bought trending.
Now he is more fortunate that the person Han Jin's distorted thoughts are targeting is Song Yu. The identity of the victim makes everyone ignore the fact that Han Jin is about to sign in to "Song Yu's Studio".
If Han Jin "likes" any artist in the circle who is at the same level as Song Yu, then if it is revealed that Han Jin is about to sign into the studio, the studio will definitely suffer a lot. But then again, if Han Jin's goal is not Song Yu, he may not have a relationship with the company. It is too late to say anything now, but fortunately, the situation is relatively optimistic.
"Is there a reporter squatting outside?" Song Yu interrupted Meng Shiping's reverie.
"Well, it is inevitable." Meng Shiping nodded, "This is such a big deal, whether it is watching the excitement or fans, they all want to hear your response. Or..." He paused, "My plan is tomorrow Use the studio's Weibo account to give an official response."
"No." Song Yu shook his head disapprovingly, "It's better for me to come out and respond positively."
"You mean..." Meng Shiping bent one leg, tapped the toe of his leather shoe on the ground, and tapped it again and again. After a dozen or so taps, he made up his mind and snapped his fingers, "That's fine, we can't waste it." This traffic."
"Then let's go." Song Yu got up and picked up the coat on the sofa.
The two did not leave the underground parking lot, but walked out directly from the main entrance of the building. It was already past the normal off-duty point, so there was no one at the main entrance, only two security guards were on duty in the lobby.
As we all know, Song Yu never accepts non-reserved interviews, so there are not many reporters waiting outside the Twin Towers to try their luck.
After the two walked out of the building openly, they stayed for a minute or two before jumping out of a van parked on the opposite side of the street and running towards this side like crazy.
Immediately, five or six people also ran out from other places.
Song Yu calmly waited on the spot.
The first two young reporters who came here were still in the probationary period, and they were temporarily called here to guard Song Yu, because the seniors of the TV station said that they were absolutely guarded, and they had already planned to leave, but they suddenly saw Song Yu. Yu came out from the Twin Towers. At that moment, they even thought they were hallucinating.
The two rushed in front of Song Yu, and before they could even catch their breath, one of them raised the "little bee" that had been tuned in front of Song Yu, and began to ask questions quickly.
"Hi Song Yu, may I ask if you know that Han Jin is popular on the Internet because of your illegitimate fan?"
"Do you think that's true?"
"What do you think about this?"
Song Yu didn't answer, pointing to the mobile phone held up by another young man and asked: "Is it live broadcast?"
The two were stunned, looked at each other and said cautiously: "Yes."
The person holding the phone asked in a low voice, "Can't we broadcast live?"
Meng Shiping took a step forward intending to take away the other party's mobile phone, but Song Yu had already answered: "No, it can be broadcast, I just asked casually."
At this time, several other reporters also rushed over, surrounded Song Yu, and raised their shooting equipment to point at Song Yu. Meng Shiping was pushed out of the circle, and all kinds of questions kept hitting Song Yu.
Reporter A: "Hello, do you know the trending topic about Han Jin on Weibo this afternoon?"
Song Yu: "I know."
Reporter B: "Then do you believe this is true?"
Song Yu: "It seems that I can't help but believe it."
Reporter C: "Then what do you think about the fact that Han Jin may be your illegitimate fan just like his sister?"
Song Yu turned to the mobile phone that was live broadcasting live, showing a somewhat embarrassed smile, then the corners of his mouth slowly drooped, his sharp and cold gaze was fixed on the black cameras on the mobile phone, and he said: "Scared, and ... Disgusting, disgusting." He was clearly stating his feelings, but what he said was like a stern warning.
Song Yu had never shown such a stern voice in public before, and everyone present was stunned, and only after two or three seconds did someone cautiously speak again.
"Did Su Yin really hide in the closet of the hotel where you were staying?"
Song Yu: "Yes, send all the police records."
"It is said that your studio intends to sign Han Jin?"
Song Yu: "Yes, but now there will be no such possibility."
Song Yu answered many questions one by one, and finally a female reporter asked excitedly: "According to gossip, Su Yin committed suicide because of Internet violence caused by unbearable human flesh searches, and the source of human flesh searches is someone from your company. The staff took the lead, you... "
"I'm sorry, this matter is purely a rumor." Meng Shiping domineeringly inserted into the crowd, blocked the reporters who were filming with his back, and walked towards the main entrance of the building while protecting Song Yu.
The security guard on duty in the building noticed the abnormality outside and ran out to protect Song Yu.
Song Yu was very talkative today, almost always answering every question, so the reporters present didn't chase after him persistently, and took two or three steps back to give Song Yu and Meng Shiping a safe distance.
Song Yu calmly pushed away Meng Shiping's arm lying in front of him, took a step forward, and said generously: "Thank you for your hard work, friends from the press, let's stop today's interview. I wanted to treat you all to a cup of coffee. But everyone should be more anxious to go back and write the press release, so next time I have a chance, I will invite everyone to have a cup of coffee."
All the people present were overwhelmed by Song Yu's demeanor. There was no bombardment of flashing lights, no sharp and tricky questions one after another. This temporary interview at the main entrance of the Twin Towers was quite harmonious. He rushed to his car and rushed back to work, trying to send out first-hand information.
The little commotion just now subsided. Meng Shiping gathered his coat and said, "There should be reporters guarding the parking lot. You go to the other side of the street and wait for me. I'll drive."
"good."
Song Yu took out a mask strap from his coat pocket, walked straight to the opposite side of the street, and got into Meng Shiping's car a few minutes later.
"Is your response just now too cold, unlike your personality?" Meng Shiping looked at Song Yu and asked curiously.
"Heh..." Song Yu snorted and looked at Meng Shiping, "What kind of personality should I have, to repay evil with virtue?"
Meng Shiping choked on Song Yu's words, and secretly gritted his not-so-sharp teeth. He tilted his head slightly to look in the rearview mirror, deliberately ignoring Song Yu's gaze, and smiled and said, "This is pretty good. I will not agree to revenge with virtue.”
Song Yu withdrew his gaze, relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the chair, and said after a few seconds: "Then it depends on how you deal with it."