The trend of public opinion in the following week proved that Wen Baiyu's money was not spent in vain.

As soon as the press conference ended, positive reports about him poured in.

In the report, an old reporter from an authoritative media talked about his contact with Wen Baiyu when interviewing Wen Shang, which proved that he was sensible and polite.

Some people even heard the photos of Bai Yu graduating from high school and teaching in the mountainous areas of Guizhou, and the photos of the rich and handsome brothers wearing straw sandals and carrying the little Lori in the mountains to school spread out, which sprouted the hearts of thousands of girls.

There are still some media who ask Wen Baiyu about the news that he should be responsible for the accident, and as soon as it was released, he was scolded by thousands of brainless fans and the Wen family's water army.

Under Wen Shang's strong financial resources and the strong maintenance of the brain-dead girls, Wen Baiyu completed a difficult but effective crisis public relations.

However, Song Xing did not suffer.

Wen Baiyu's news swiped the screen one by one, and in her network disk, the traffic increased one by one.

After the injury basically recovered, Song Xing took sick leave, after all, it was close to the end of the semester, although Xu Yun had already sent the video and courseware in the class to the mailbox, but she was still very worried about failing the course in the first semester.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned to school, I was entangled by Chen.

"Dude gave you so many fish maw sea cucumbers, do you want to invite our brothers to rub them too!" Chen then behind him, Rong Zhen nodded politely, the black smoke in his eyes dissipated a lot, and the whole portrait brightened the tone, refreshed.

Song Xing sighed in his heart, a man really has to have a career!

"It turns out that the big bags you gave me are full of fish maw sea cucumbers?" Song Xing frowned, fortunately, they were all sent back to his hometown in Yanzhou, and he was injured and let me eat hair, do you want me to be swollen?

"Please, you can too, the cafeteria is too dazzling, go and eat in your car." ”

Rong Zhen's jeep was filled with the aroma of food at the moment, and he didn't mind. He Chen was holding a takeaway box alone.

Looking at the roasted cold noodles in the box, Chen cried with a sad face: "That's it?"

Song Xing nodded: "I can afford this, and besides, I added an egg to you!"

Rong Zhen rummaged through the takeaway box, as if he had extra eggs of his own. In my heart, Song Xing even remembered that I didn't eat green onions, coriander and ham sausages.

Looking up again, Chen had already eaten half of the box, and couldn't help muttering while chewing the food:

"Outsiders think how glorious it is to smell Bai Yu to become an Internet celebrity, but in fact, he was forced by public opinion to be powerless this time. Don't mention how disappointed you are. This time, if he wants to frame Rong Rong again, it is not as easy as a spoonful of sugar and a car. “

Rong Zhen put down the take-out box and said seriously: "The Royal Mansion Group has spent some money on the Autistic Children's Foundation, and I am responsible for all activities. This is the first time I have taken over the business of the Royal Group. ”

Is this a blessing in disguise?

If you don't listen to him, you know that in the newspapers and magazines in the past few days, Song Xing has seen Wen Shang ten times, and Rong Zhen is followed nine times. A few days ago, the ribbon was cut at the newly opened hot spring SPA hotel in the suburbs of the imperial capital, although Wen Baiyu was the person in charge, and Rong Zhen attended for him.

"Nei, you said before that you wanted to sniff Bai Yu, you wanted to ......" Rong Zhen asked Song Xing tentatively, but he didn't expect Song Xing to smile and stretch out his hand:

"What do you want to give me?"

Chen then laughed: "I said that she must pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other!"

Rong Zhen lowered his head in shock, and Chen squeezed over and said:

"Wen Shang means that he wants Ren Tianxing's casting to be carried out in our hotel this time, so that after Director Ren releases the news, he can also give our hotel a free publicity, but we also have a headache which hotel to choose, Director Ren has a lot of water scenes in this play, and the actress needs to have a good figure, so the casting of the water scene needs to be carried out in the pool. Song Xing, you must come to this audition!"

Song Xing's eyes lit up, not because he wanted to take up the role of Tianxing:

"The hot spring hotel that Wen Baiyu just opened doesn't have a big hot spring pool. ”

Rong Zhen frowned: "You know again?"

Song Xingwan'er, she has now learned how to bring the words back without changing her face: "You propaganda is in place!"

Rong Zhen and Chen nodded, this sycophant is so comfortable that it is acceptable!

But Rong Zhen hesitated: "This hotel is in charge of Wen Baiyu during his internship, and we are busy going to promote him?"

Song Xing smiled: "It's okay, he won't be in charge soon." ”

Rong Zhen and Chen were about to ask for details, but they saw Song Xing's hand stretched out again.

"What more do you want?" both voices trembled.

"I want Tianxing's information, what artworks he has photographed over the years, what types of books he likes, and the art director's materials he likes to use, in short, the more the better......"

On the day of casting, Song Xing took the bus for more than an hour before coming to the hotel at the foot of the West Mountain.

Along the way, the snow and the road were slippery, and there were only a few people on the bus, if it weren't for the spectacular and dazzling sight in front of her, she would have a feeling of being out of the imperial capital.

There are three types of hotels under the Royal Palace.

One is a high-end business hotel in major cities, and the other is built with well-known attractions, although it is not as uniform as the first hotel, it is completely based on the local customs, but it is also very stylish.

The third is the clubhouse style, which selects a remote suburban location, but once it opens, the hotel must be magnificent and unique.

The Nishiyama Hot Spring Hotel falls into the last category.

Amid barren mountains, snow, and dead branches, this new hotel with more than 20 floors rises from the ground, and it costs a lot of money to think about it, but it only accepts distinguished guests.

When Song Xing entered the lobby, he met Dong Ruyi drinking coffee with Jiang Luolin and Xie Shanshan. However, it was Dong Ruyi and Jiang Luolin who were sitting, while Xie Shanshan was standing with coffee.

The scene of her getting off the bus was already broadcast live to the three of them through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the hotel.

Jiang Luolin took advantage of Song Xing's passing by and snorted coldly:

"I really didn't expect that such a high-end place also has a bus line, how can you take the bus when you come here to play, isn't it a waste of public resources. ”

Dong Ruyi smiled softly, and did not forget to maintain everyone's beautiful demeanor:

"Don't look down on buses, a car costs more than a million. ”

Song Xing turned a deaf ear to the cynicism of the two and walked over with his head held high.

The moment she saw Song Xing's indifferent face, Xie Shanshan suddenly felt envious. Although Song Xing's family background is mediocre, he is chic no matter where he goes, and he doesn't have to swallow his anger like he is now.

The cold and arrogant temperament on her face, she can't learn it in her life.

Jiang Luolin and Dong Ru agreed that Song Xing didn't care about his ridicule, and they felt bored when they looked at each other.

Seeing Song Xing take a few steps and stop, Dong Ruyi pushed Jiang Luolin's arm: "I'll just say she's angry." ”

Song Xing turned around, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said:

"When I entered, I saw a scratched 911 at the door, and I didn't know whose car it was. ”

Dong Ruyi's face changed when he heard this.