In the president's office, Zhuo Han anxiously pushed the door in.

"President. ”

In front of the desk, the man was making a phone call, and Zhuo Han suddenly appeared, his eyebrows were raised, and he raised his hand to signal him to be quiet.

Zhuo Han pursed the corners of his lips, closed the door, and stood quietly waiting on the side.

During this period, he did not forget to observe the public opinion situation on Weibo.

With everything to say, it's no wonder that the director of Qin's network supervision department has to call him so much.

This grandson is also a dead brain.

If you can't get through on the phone, don't you know to come to the top-level president's office to find him?!

How did Zhuo Han know that the department director came to the top to find him no less than five times, but he was turned away by the assistant of the president's office every time.

Sometimes office assistants are too strict, and it's sad.

In less than three minutes, the man ended the call, he put down his phone, his eyes were deep, "What's the matter?"

Zhuo Han sorted out his thoughts, holding the phone in one hand and pointing to the screen with the other, "Some people on the Internet say that the VAN brand dress worn by Mrs. is a high-imitation ......"

After finishing speaking, the man's originally indifferent expression flashed very subtly, "VAN brand?"

Zhuo Han nodded, "Well, it's the VAN brand, and some media broke the news on the Internet, saying that they had contacted the person in charge of the VAN brand, ...... you look?"

"I see!"

Zhuo Han: "?"

That's ...... Finished?!

Shouldn't he be asked to contact the brand and directly intervene in the direction of the whole thing?

Madame is too, how could she wear a high-imitation clothing of the VAN brand, is Tiancheng Entertainment so poor?!

Zhuo Han was secretly complaining, and when the man picked up the phone again, he opened his eyelashes and saw Zhuo Han still stunned in place, "Why don't you go out yet?"

"President, this matter ...... How to deal with it?"

Zhuo Han couldn't figure out his intentions, and his thoughts became more and more drifting.

Could it be that the president and his wife really quarreled?!

He remembered that when he saw his wife off in the afternoon, she seemed to be in a bad mood as well.

In recent years, the two have quarreled, and the cannon fodder has suffered, right?!

Zhuo Han looked at Qin Baiyu with a serious face, and then ...... He visibly felt the temperature in the office getting colder.

He swallowed his saliva and smiled, "Then you're busy, I'll go out first!"

Finished!

After the president and his wife got angry, they didn't even plan to pay attention to public opinion on the Internet!

Zhuo Han was very disappointed, and after walking out of the office with low eyebrows, his heart went up and down.

Maybe he was used to secretly staring at his wife's online movements, and now that there is no solution to this matter, he feels that something is wrong with his whole body!

A minute later, Zhuo Han sighed and planned to take the elevator downstairs to smoke a cigarette to relieve his boredom.

As a result, as soon as he entered the elevator, the door was immediately closed, and the assistant of the president's office hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Zhuo, the president called you ......"

Zhuo Han was startled, and quickly pressed the door button, but ...... The door is closed.

At this time, he looked at the elevator door and began to think about the days when he had nothing to love in his life.

Five minutes later, Zhuo Han returned from downstairs and hurried back to the president's office, just in time to meet a man who came out of the office.

"President, are you looking for me?"

The man's eyes glanced at him faintly, and his thin lips opened slightly, "Cooperate with the VAN brand and hold a global spokesperson press conference as soon as possible!"

Zhuo Han's recent IQ is really not online.

He didn't react for a while, and opened his mouth to ask, "The marketing department of the VAN brand is not manpowered?"

Qin Baiyu: "......"

God doesn't have enough fucking manpower!