Chapter Forty-Eight: What's the Situation
As soon as the car of the three of us arrived at the museum, a large number of media reporters and a group of people rushed up and surrounded our car.
What is the situation, this is to report the accidental death of celebrity Zhang Shumei?
Just as the three of us stepped out of the car with a bewildered expression, we saw reporters from all walks of life rushing up to me and shooting at me.
What's going on!
I subconsciously blocked it with my hand.
Zhang Yi and Xiong Xin both immediately stepped forward to block me: "What are you doing here?" Which media? β
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we are reporters from New Vision, and this time we are here to interview Miss Hai, who has donated tens of millions."
"Miss Hai, Miss Hai, we are Tengshi's reporters, may I ask how you, as an ordinary employee, made the decision to donate tens of millions to the welfare home?"
"Miss Hai, what is the relationship between you and Dean Zhou of the Third Academy!"
"I heard that you are his fiancΓ©e, is it true?"
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The crowd was crowded, squeezing me in the middle, and my mind was a little messy.
"Who called you here, and how do you know about these things?"
I yelled at the questioner angrily.
At this time, the old field director and Peng field director both walked out, and they were greeting these reporters from the media:
"Ladies and gentlemen, please go to the front press conference hall to ask questions, we have made a brief preparation."
Director Peng walked over and greeted the reporters of these media with a smile.
Don't offend any organization of this media, otherwise you will just make up a piece of news, and you will have to explain it.
I glanced at Zhang Yi: "Excuse me, where is the press conference hall from our crematorium?" β
When Xiong Xin heard this, he smiled: "That's not easy, you can use a mourning hall to decorate it!" β
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Zhang Yi and I both raised eyebrows and smiled.
He shook his head at the back of the reporter who was being greeted by the two field directors and went to the "press conference hall".
At this time, I found a person walking leisurely from the other side......
He walked very slowly, and his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses pulled out a trace of gloomy light, which had a sense of incomprehension.
It makes people feel uncomfortable when they see it, and their backs are cold.
"Miss Hai, it's a great honor to meet again, these reporters were all notified by our welfare institute."
At this time, the handsome man named Fan Tiancheng was showing a smile on his abnormally white face, and his eyes were looking at me in confusion.
"What? You called? Do you have my consent? β
I immediately pulled down a face and looked at him angrily, when did he come to call the shots for me.
"Miss Hai, forgive me, this is also a common practice, in the past, when our welfare institute received a large donation, we would hold a media conference for the business.
In fact, it is also to give a free promotion to merchants! β
"Propaganda ...... It's funny, do we need publicity for our crematorium? β
I glared at this Fan Tiancheng, and felt that the more I looked at it, the more unpleasant it became, although it was a top handsome guy, but it just didn't make people like it.
Of course, Zhang Yi and Xiong Xin naturally rejected such a handsome and golden man.
"Then thank you Mr. Fan for taking so much pain, in the future, our crematorium will line up to burn, I will inform you!"
Zhang Yi glanced at me, Fan Tiancheng pulled me and walked forward.
Fan Tiancheng always maintained a faint sneer on his face, "Miss Hai, I didn't tell you beforehand because I was inconsiderate, but I told Director Peng in advance."
Director Peng expressed strong support, and our welfare institute will arrange it. There will also be a charity dinner in the evening, and Miss Hai must attend.
Use your kindness to make more people pay attention to the welfare home, and you can help those children to speak up! β
He said these words in an unhurried and light tone, looking at me with a pair of focused eyes, as if I would not be allowed to say "no" to this matter.
"I'll send a car to pick you up in a moment!" He spat out the words without looking back, and then walked forward on his own.
I......
Speechless!
Who is it?
This Fan family is sick...... It really is!
But now I don't have time to deal with this neurosis, let's deal with the press conference first!
When Zhang Yi and Xiong Xin arrived at the so-called "press conference hall", we couldn't help but laugh out loud for a while.
This is indeed a mourning hall that has been changed, and the flowers and cloth vines in the middle seem to be ready-made, but the original banner on it has been replaced with:
"Miss Hailing, an employee of XX funeral home, donated tens of millions of reporters to recruit reporters".
I couldn't laugh or cry when I saw it, and I wanted to say two things.
Stand!
It means that the place where the coffin was originally placed has now been replaced by a podium!
As soon as I saw it, I turned my head and wanted to run.
But before I could step out, I was surrounded by a group of people and walked to the podium.
"Miss Hai, please say a few words!"
"Miss Hai, please tell me how you feel now!"
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it, feel?
My feeling now is that I am standing in the position of a dead man and speaking, is this a corpse?
I rolled my eyes, not knowing what to say.
looked at Zhang Yi and Xiong Xin with a pleading look.
Both of them gave me a sympathetic look at the same time, but they looked helpless.
I pouted, and then said slowly:
"Well, I don't feel much now, it's just that I went around the welfare home last time and found that the situation in the welfare home is not very good, so I thought about donating.
It's just a natural thing. Besides, this money is not mine, in fact, I donated it on behalf of Dean Zhou. β
My mind spun around for a moment, and then I started to open my mouth to talk.
"Are Dean Zhou and Miss Hai an unmarried couple?"
"Uh...... This is a personal question, so don't you leave it unanswered! β
I began to learn to see the stars on TV and pretend to be in a tone when they held press conferences.
"If you don't have a relationship with Dean Zhou, how can he leave you a tens of millions of inheritances?"
"Actually, it's not complicated, it's just that Dean Zhou may think that I have the same idea as him, and when I talked to him before, I inadvertently expressed the idea that I wanted to donate, so we coincided, and he thought about entrusting me!"
I'm trying to make up a story that people can believe.
"But the news we received doesn't say so, it all says that you and Dean Zhou made a marriage contract more than ten years ago."
"And it is said that Dean Zhou just glanced at you and decided not to marry you. At that time, Dean Zhou was still a seventeen-year-old boy. β
"It's a poignant love story......"
I have to convince these Internet reporters for their ability to grasp hot topics and topics, a normal thing will more or less give you a burst point.
It is then turned into a story that is sought after by young people.
"I have nothing to say about this!"
I had endured it to the limit, frowned and prepared to leave.
I glanced back at Mr. Peng, and in any case he liked this kind of occasion.
So I finally said: "If you have anything to ask our director Peng, he knows this very well!" β
I put on a look that I don't want to cooperate anymore, and then whatever you want to do with me.
Stepped down from the seat where the coffin was placed......
After feeling a frenzy of crackling behind me, I finally walked out of the door of the "press conference hall".