Manager Sheng was still in the company at this time, discussing the renewal of several artists with two senior executives.

When he received the call, he still had a pen in his hand.

Hearing this, he was also stunned for a moment, but didn't react: "Sister Fan, what did you say?" ”

Where will you be in the finals of the international competition?

Zhao Fan also has a little seniority in the circle, but it is still much worse than Manager Sheng, but Manager Sheng has always insisted on calling her Sister Fan, and Zhao Fan is used to it now.

She also no longer corrected the problem of Manager Sheng's title, but she was still in awe of Manager Sheng and repeated it again.

Manager Sheng of the variety show that Meng Fu participated in also knew, especially when he opened a separate section on his own app for "Best Idol".

The follow-up gave Zhao Fan a lot of opportunities.

But after signing Meng Fu, Manager Sheng didn't come to Meng Fu at all at the beginning, and he didn't expect her to do anything in this variety show.

But he didn't expect Zhao Fan to suddenly give him such an explosive news at this time.

"Global Idol" is an idol program of Tiantuan, which is held by four countries, which not only represents the strength of Tiantuan, but also the maturity of the development of entertainment media in this country.

Since this variety show was promoted, China has been in a state of accompaniment.

Manager Sheng is in the entertainment industry, so he naturally knows what it means for Meng Fu to enter the final of the international stage, and while fighting on the stage, he also let the domestic women's group go international.

"You arrange the public relations department," Manager Sheng has a clear mind, this is the time when he is the most popular, he arranges assistants, "Let them work overtime overnight, send all kinds of press releases, copywriting and videos must be edited, and it is best to get the videos taken by reporters or fans." ”

One by one, he commanded them to go down.

"Manager Sheng, I don't think it seems like there's any need to call everyone to work overtime so late......" The assistant next to him responded, just about to turn around, when he saw a jump communication on his mobile phone, and suddenly said silently.

Manager Sheng turned around, "Huh? ”

"Miss Meng not only entered the finals, but also the second place, you may not know what this second place means, but-" The assistant retracted his chin and silently showed the content on the phone to Manager Sheng, "Now the first hot search on Tiandu Browser and Weibo is this news, especially a short video by a reporter from the pigeon newspaper, which has 580,000 comments." ”

Speaking of this, the assistant paused for a moment, and then concluded, "It's too late to rush to send a large amount of soft drafts at the moment." Moreover, the natural popularity of Miss Meng's matter is already an effect that our public relations cannot achieve,......"

Manager Sheng: "......"

**

On the side of country H, Zhao Fan and the director were interviewed in the next paragraph.

In just an hour, the matter of Meng Fu, the dark horse of Xia Kingdom, has swept through two countries, and the heat has surpassed that of Spring Xiazi, and a group of media finally discovered this fact.

But unfortunately, no media interviewed Meng Fu, only the director and other domestic players.

As the largest entertainment newspaper in China, the female reporter of Pigeon Newspaper has contacted Director Mu through the leadership and wants to give Meng Fu a personal interview.

"The interviews of their respective newspapers are generally only available to first- and second-tier artists, and the opportunity is rare," Director Mu discussed with Zhao Fan, "I didn't refuse for Meng Fu, she should be back later, and it should be okay to take this interview." ”

There is no need for Director Mu to say this, Zhao Fan can also evaluate it himself.

Indeed, pigeon interviews are rare, but she doesn't know how to reply to Director Mu's statement that Meng Fu will come back later.

"Director, I'll do this interview back in China," Zhao Fan lowered his head and looked at his phone, one had already disappeared, Meng Fu should be on the plane, "She should be on the plane, I'll arrange a few of her fans." ”

Saying that, she said goodbye to Director Mu and Tang Ze and went to find the fans of Meng Fu just now.

Waiting for her to leave, Director Mu said to Tang Ze with a smile: "It's just too stubborn, let's wait for the two of us to wait for Meng Fu to come back." ”

These two people were also happy, and they really waited in place.

Two hours later, Director Mu's smile couldn't be maintained, he got out of the business car and went to find Tang Ze.

Three hours later, he still didn't see Meng Fu come back, and Mu Dao began to doubt himself.

Four hours later, Zhao Fan and several fans of Meng Fu came back after eating hot pot, and saw that Director Mu and Tang Ze were still waiting, so they were silent for a while.

She didn't do anything, so she dialed a voice call to Meng Fu on the spot, and then turned on the voiceover.

It was very late, and Meng Fu said one word: "Say." ”

Zhao Fan, "Where are you?" ”

"T-City Airport."

Zhao Fan was not surprised, she instructed, "Pay attention to safety, rest for two days, don't rush to practice singing, call me if there is anything." ”

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fan didn't speak, only glanced at Mu Dao and Tang Ze, and sighed.

Mu Dao silently turned to Tang Ze: "Didn't you check the ticket?" ”

Tang Ze: "...... I really looked it up. ”

Mu Dao: "Heh, when you are young, your eyes are not good. ”

**

T-City.

When Meng Fu came back, he only brought a canvas bag, and took a taxi back to No. 1 Middle School when he left the airport.

Half past two in the morning.

She opened the door of the study, there was a small silver hydraulic press on the desk, she just walked in, the machine seemed to recognize her, and a small door on the side opened automatically, revealing a dozen transparent glass pipes inside.

Two small manipulators appeared on either side of the door at the same time.

The whole machine is not aesthetically pleasing, even very rough.

The pipe at the exit led directly to a very ordinary glass bottle, which contained a few drops of pale cyan liquid.

The manipulator took out the glass bottle and handed it to Meng Fu, Meng Fu looked at it, then took it, and the other manipulator put a glass bottle in again.

After taking the things, she didn't rest, and took a taxi again to find Su Cheng.

At three o'clock in the morning, we arrived at our destination.

The lights in Su Cheng's villa here are still on, the door is a combination lock, Su Cheng has given Meng Fu the password in the text message, and she directly pressed the password to enter.

Sudi's room is on the ground floor.

The door was open, the downstairs was empty, and the room was simple, except for a few more sophisticated instruments next to his bed.

Meng Fu had never seen or studied these instruments, so he only stretched out two fingers and put them on Su Di's wrists, and his eyes were slightly closed.

Two minutes later, she couldn't help but press her eyebrows.

She knew that Dr. Lao Luo was also a very high Chinese medicine practitioner, and the last time she heard him talk about the situation in Su Di's body, she felt that it was okay, the wind god doctor in their mouth should be able to control it, why didn't he come back for two days, Su Di was even more serious?

Meng Fu took out just a few drops of pale cyan liquid from his pocket, poured one drop on the edge of Su Di's nose, and covered the remaining few drops at the head of Su Di's bed.

There was a rush of footsteps outside.

"What did you just give Sudi?" A shout was heard.

Meng Fu glanced at it, it was Wei Jingke.

Her two slender fingers were still on Su Di's veins, and she didn't panic at all, "I learned a little medical skills from my master, help Su Di take a look." ”

Wei Jingke didn't rest much for two days, his head was also buzzing, his eyes were blue, he only looked at the transparent glass bottle that Meng Fu put on the head of Su Di's bed, didn't say anything, strode over, picked up the transparent glass bottle, threw it into the trash, his eyes were split, and he said word by word: "Go out, Su Di now only let Luo Lao follow the wind for treatment!" ”