Chapter 1184
Words:906Update:22/07/01 08:35:22
In the multipurpose hall of the Royal Noble Hotel.
It had only been an hour since Ze Ling's news was released, but the spacious hall was already full.
Most of the media had just gone to History to find nothing. They were angrily writing articles at home, scolding History for standing them up on purpose. Then, Ze Ling's invitation call came in.
It was obvious that there would be big news, so they all rushed over.
At the same time, History, who had been troubled by Han Xiao's disappearance, naturally received news that Ze Ling was going to release the treasure of the store.
Ning Xueluo immediately sent someone to check on the situation. In the end, she was still worried, so she changed her clothes, put on sunglasses, and personally went over.
She wanted to see what Ze Ling was up to!
No matter what they wanted to do, as long as they could coax Han Xiao back, they would still win.
Han Xiao had always been a moody person, so even after the phone call with Han Xiao, Ning Xueluo still did not give up. She still asked Dai Wei to use all means to contact him, and even hired the Internet Water Army to guide the public's opinion.
On the Internet, History's supporters said that History would never deliberately use such a method to hype up the store. There must have been an accident, and after the accident was resolved, the treasure of the store would definitely be released in an absolutely stunning manner …
The public relations team that Qiao Weilan had built was very professional, and they had already arranged the release in a short period of time.
After most of the reporters had arrived, Xie Yichuan, the public relations director of Ze Ling, cleared his throat and said, "Thank you very much for coming, friends from the media. Today, Ze Ling will be releasing a design that we have been preparing for many days. This design was jointly completed by our chief designer, ZX, and the master of traditional Chinese painting, Song Jin, Mr. Song. It will be our treasure!!!"
As soon as Xie Yichuan's voice fell, the media at the scene was in an uproar.
"Song … Song Jin???"
"Master of traditional Chinese painting, Song Jin? You must be joking! "
"Didn't Mr. Song live in seclusion a long time ago? I wanted to interview him last time, but I didn't see him at all! Why would he go and work with a clothing company like Ze Ling? This is unbelievable! "
"I think he's bluffing!"
"How can he bluff such a thing?"
"Even History can stand us up. What else is impossible?"
…
"My friends from the media, please be patient. Our treasure of calmness is about to appear. Today, we are very fortunate to be able to invite our Old Mister Song to be here personally to demonstrate and explain this work of art to us!"
Following this sentence, the reporters who were still doubting him were all stunned.
F * ck! Song Jin would personally come!?
In an instant, everyone subconsciously held their breath and looked in the direction of the entrance of the hall.
This time, Ze Ling's tone was so big. She had invited so many people. If she played them like History did, they would not be able to survive in this circle!
In the corner, Ning Xueluo, who had personally come to inquire about the news, had a flash of sharpness in her eyes. "Song Jin … How is that possible!"
History had previously attacked Ze Ling for plagiarism because many of the traditional Chinese painting elements on Ze Ling's clothes were the same as Ze Ling's. But now, Ze Ling had actually invited Song Jin to collaborate with him?
This was absolutely impossible!
Song Jin wasn't someone who could be hired with money. History had also sent people to invite her, but she didn't even say a word.
"This is impossible …"
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