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In the brightly lit hall, even though the air conditioning in the entire room has been turned on to the maximum, Gao Xiang, who is standing on the stage, is full of alleys, and he can't stop wiping his forehead with a tissue. Gao Xiang's heart was like ashes, and the expressionless beard was already some of the security personnel who couldn't stop greeting the security personnel who maintained order in this noisy hall.

Originally, Caiyao Entertainment Group was still in retreat and fierce routine countermeasures and plans, of course, not all, even if Caiyao was at such a critical moment, there were still a small number of people in Caiyao who were there to hold them accountable, and the so-called plans of this kind of people were naturally seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

In the end, this Mr. An is not a straw bag, seeing the two opinions mixed under the conference table, he realized that if this continues, it is estimated that no constructive opinions can be drawn, so he slapped the table, quite like Sun Zhongmou cut the corner of the table and said: "The most important thing now is how to solve the turmoil in front of me, and all other things will be postponed for me." ”

Mr. An's full name is An Dawei, and his name is a bit earthy, after all, he was born from the grassroots, and he has been working all the way from youth to the present. Because he has been swimming in the business sea, and he is not too interested in reading, unlike Guan Yunchang, who holds a Qinglongya Yanyue knife on his left and a Spring and Autumn Festival on his right, this person has knowledge, but lacks vision, means, but strategy.

It is understandable that the child he taught, the editor Xiao An, became like that.

But in any case, the majesty of the boss for decades is not something that these subordinates can resist, Mr. An said this, and the people below immediately quieted down, even if it was Wang Cheng, he didn't dare to speak more out of caution.

Besides, at this time, as long as this Gao Xiang is not An Dawei's brother-in-law, with this turmoil, no matter how beautiful he finishes later, he will not be able to escape the fate of collapse.

"At this moment, the solution will not come at once, and the most important thing now is to stabilize the outside media first, and then let them continue to make up nonsense with those evidence that they don't know whether it is true or false, and the problem will only get more and more chaotic, and it may eventually slide beyond our unacceptability." Among them, it was an old man from the top of Caiyao who raised a very pertinent question.

An Dawei only thought about it for a moment, then tapped the table and said, "This matter is indeed necessary, so who will go?" ”

An Dawei asked, and everyone immediately turned their attention to Gao Xiang, who had been sitting in the conference room with his head down and not saying a word.

An Dawei followed everyone's line of sight and found that Gao Xiang was not consciously in a daze at the moment, he frowned and said, "Editor-in-chief Gao." ”

Gao Xiang didn't react, and the person next to him still had a moral elbow against him, which dragged Gao Xiang back to reality from his deep despair.

Gao Xiang raised his head and found that everyone's eyes were looking at him, and then turned his head and found that Mr. An was also looking at him at this moment, his lagging brain processed the external information, and immediately reacted: "Mr. An? ”

An Dawei didn't show any more expressions, and said in a cold tone: "Editor-in-Chief Gao, according to everyone's opinions, we consider letting you appease the media." ”

"This ......." Editor-in-Chief Gao hesitated slightly, but then he thought that lice are not itchy, debts are not worried, and now he has no reason to refuse, he just hopes that the table will be better, and the company will finally give him a decent ending.

After all, he is only 46 years old now, and he still has a long way to go.

"Okay." I don't know how helpless I am.

In the future, this meeting will go on for a little longer, but the people at the conference table are just you looking at me, I will look at you again, An Dawei saw that this would continue and there would be no progress, so he said disappointedly: "Today's meeting will discuss here first, how to solve the matter of "ghostwriting", I hope everyone will go down and come up with a plan." "Alright, adjourn."

After An Dawei announced, he got up directly, pushed the door open and left.

…….

What can be done? Gao Xiang is not Chen Ping, the trickery and tricks come as soon as he wants, he went back and thought about it for a night, and in the end he could only put a dark circle under his eyes and call the person below: "Send a message out, saying that we will have a press conference at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and Stellar will explain the 'ghostwriting' that has been in a uproar recently." ”

"Where?" The person below asked.

"Didn't I say you didn't know your own arrangement? Are you a pig brain? Gao Xiang said angrily inexplicably.

"Yes, yes, yes...."The other side of the phone quickly nodded yes, even though Gao Xiang's position is unstable at the moment, he is still the editor-in-chief of the star at the moment, and he is really upset, and it is really not a joke to let him roll up and leave in minutes.

After hanging up the phone, Gao Xiang, who had stayed up all night and didn't come up with any new methods, raised his eyes and looked out the window, looking at the Buddha Xiao before dawn, his confused brain suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with what he had just said, so he called his subordinates again.

And the subordinate who was woken up by the boss's phone call in the early morning and was reprimanded, was still scolding and preparing to go back to bed to make up for another sleep, but he didn't think that just lying on the bed, his phone rang again, and at this moment he was speechless in his heart, but when he looked at the caller ID, he had to pick up the phone again.

"Editor-in-chief, the press conference is ten o'clock this morning."

"Editor-in-Chief Gao, isn't it already over this morning...", the editor-in-chief couldn't help but yawn, and although he hurriedly covered it with his hand in the end, he was still listened to by the editor-in-chief Gao on the other side.

But Editor-in-Chief Gao didn't care about this impolite move, because there was something more worthy of his anger that attracted his firepower for the time being.

"Ling Chuan, have you slept in the paste, it's still dawn, and today has just begun." Gao Xiang scolded on the other side.

As soon as Gao Xiang said this, Ling Chuan's still drowsy head finally sobered up, and he hurriedly said, "Okay, Editor-in-Chief Gao, things must be arranged today." “

In the end, Gao Xiang said a few more words before hanging up the phone. And Ling Chuan was also relieved, he originally wanted to lie in bed again, but now he didn't feel the slightest sleep.

The press briefing will be held as scheduled, is there anything to tell? There is nothing to say, Gao Xiang's tricks on this are just Tai Chi chain palms, borrowing strength.

Anyway, it just said a lot and explained a lot.

It's really time for the reporter to take back the notes he took down with great interest today to reorganize and analyze, and prepare to scold Fang Yu according to the materials he asked today, but when they read through the materials, they were dumbfounded.

Of course, it can't be said that there are none. 、

Gao Xiang still expressed two meanings in a lot of nonsense, one is that there is a misunderstanding in the "ghostwriting" thing you reported, and the other is that we are still investigating specific matters.

In this way, I worked hard all morning during the day, and some people who didn't believe in evil listened to it several times at night with a voice recorder, hoping to find loopholes in Gao Xiang's words and make a big news.

But Gao Xiang is a cunning guy, and his words are not leaky, and every reporter finds a place that can be capitalized and close-up.

Well, these reporters had no choice but to pick up the pen and continue to open their minds according to the original materials.