Orange's crisis public relations failed, the slapping incident intensified, Chen Congcong was about to be confused, and the company's senior management slapped the table every day and quarreled as a result of hiding him first. But even so, the other artist resources under Orange have also been greatly affected, and they have been forced to a desperate situation for a while.

Ye Wencheng was very sad that his first job after graduation was lost because of the company's closure. Some people in the company have begun to inquire about Zhang Luo's next home, and he is a newcomer, and there is no way out at all.

"Alas, our luck this year is too bad!"

"Yes, those people in the public relations department can't stand up to bullshit at all, and they can't do anything like this!"

"I know that I bought a bunch of low-level marketing accounts to brush up on hot searches, and passers-by at that level could see at a glance that it was a water army, and it was even more black."

"Before Huaiyuan Entertainment's ×× nightclub drinking, Huaiyuan found a particularly powerful company to help them settle it."

"That's Huaiyuan, we can't compare. But which company are they looking for? ”

"Have you heard of Jiashi? It's the company that does marketing, and two days ago I watched the news that Jiashi Culture had been brushing up on the Internet to win the 'supermarket prince'. ”

"Oh oh oh, I know!"

"Jiashi Culture?" Ye Wencheng, who had been listening quietly on the side, suddenly spoke.

"Well, yes, what's the matter, haven't you heard of it? They are very famous, and they specialize in precision marketing. But there is a side hustle, which is the ace foreign aid PR in the entertainment industry. It is said that their boss is more familiar with several bigwigs in the circle, and occasionally helps to deal with some urgent matters. ”

"I know Jiashi, my second landlord works there." Ye Wencheng said honestly.

"What?!" Several colleagues looked saved.

A few minutes later, Ye Wencheng was dragged by his colleague by his sleeve into the general manager's office.

"Wencheng, you've been in the company for a while, are you still adapting to work?" The general manager asked with a smile.

"Adapt, adapt! Everyone takes care of me. Ye Wencheng rubbed his arm that was being dragged and replied repeatedly.

"Oh, the last time you splashed water, you were really wronged, but you can stand in front of the company's artists at a critical moment, and you are worthy of praise! Awards! When this is over, I'll turn you right! ”

Ye Wencheng was so excited that his body trembled slightly, and he nodded desperately.

"Now the company is in dire straits, you have also seen, alas, we people are like fighting every day, and there is no good way......" The manager touched his shiny head sadly, "You are a member of the company, you should share the glory and disgrace with the company, and you must also make a contribution." ”

"Manager, if there is anything I can do for the company, I will definitely do it desperately!" Ye Wencheng has a chest.

That night, Orange Entertainment gave Ye Wencheng an unprecedented vacation and allowed him to go home to repair. When Su Zan and Xiang Meng saw him appear in the hallway, they jumped up from the sofa in shock.

"Little princess, you're back?!" Xiang Meng was excited.

"Things are turning around? Is your company willing to give everyone a holiday? Su Zan looked Ye Wencheng's crumpled clothes up and down.

Ye Wencheng avoided Su Zan's gaze, and his face was cramped.

"What's wrong with you? What's happening again? It's not like Orange directly declares bankruptcy and dismisses you all, right? Su Zan asked with a strange expression.

"Sister Zan, I—Can I ask you something?" Ye Wencheng turned his head and looked at Su Zan pleadingly, with a little dust on the tip of his white and tender nose.

Su Zan's heart was twisted up by this look, and he couldn't wait to immediately stuff all the snacks in the basket into his arms: "You say, you say!" ”