Ding Fan was shocked by Song Xiang's operation and could not describe it in words.
Song Xiang scrolled through the information and said, "What do you think?"
Ding Fan smiled and said: "It turns out that corporate marketing can also take the green tea route."
Song Xiang swung his chair around, feeling comfortable all over.
She had already inquired about Sister Wang's personality, but she didn't want to trick Xu Weiwei. Apart from Xu Weiwei being stupid, there was nothing excessive about her.
I had arranged for reporters early, just to be prepared, but I didn't expect that Sister Wang would be so cooperative and willing to give me enough materials.
"Mr. Song, what will happen to the advertising in this case?"
"Strike while the iron is hot, it's best to get the ads out in the next two days."
Song Xiang was also a little hesitant. There was marketing, but it was a bit inappropriate to choose a new spokesperson. She still wanted to use Xu Weiwei.
First, Xu Weiwei's company put all the blame on Sister Wang, and Xu Weiwei herself was not affected.
Secondly, 20 million has been spent, and it will take time to litigate.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a lot of movement outside.
Song Xiang frowned, thinking that some fans were causing trouble.
The next second, the door was opened directly, and Yan Song walked in.
"Miss Song."
"Mr. Yan is here?"
"Mr. Yan is in the car." Yan Song bent down, "Please."
Song Xiang didn't dare to delay, took the clothes and quickly went to the parking lot.
The area around her was blocked. It was originally to prevent irrational fans, but now it was just right to prevent anyone from photographing her seeing Yan Han.
The black car is hidden in the darkness, surrounded by several cars of the same color, all of which are bodyguards.
Song Xiang carefully walked to the door and knocked gently.
The door lock opens.
She leaned in and saw Yan Han sitting inside.
He was wearing headphones and his eyes were locked on the screen on his laptop.
As soon as Song Xiang sat down, the man took off his headphones and glanced over with a heavy gaze.
"Why are you here?"
Yan Han: "If I don't come, how can I see you strategizing?"
Song Xiang cleared his throat and said, "A little trick."
Yan Han ignored her and glanced slightly from her face.
"Don't worry, I will confirm the new spokesperson as soon as possible, or directly use Xu Weiwei, so that there will be no delay in publicity."
Song Xiang sat down and began to write military orders.
"Replace the person." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang was stunned and thought for a moment, "You don't like Xu Weiwei?"
Yan Han ignored it and suddenly raised his hand, pinched her chin and forced her to turn her face.
"Didn't fight back?"
Song Xiang was forced to raise his head, twitching the corners of his lips and said, "I paid it back, but I didn't hit him in the face."
Those few videos were enough to ruin half of Sister Wang’s career.
Yan Leng snorted, "What's the point of hitting someone without slapping them in the face?"
Song Xiang: "If I had a father as rich as you, I would definitely fight him back."
Yan Han: "..."
What nonsense.
"There's no need to find a spokesperson." He said suddenly.
Song Xiang was confused, "What?"
"Just you." Yan Han released her chin.
Song Xiang was shocked and pointed at himself, "Me?"
Yan Han sat up straight, "It's not uncommon for group leaders to speak for themselves."
Song Xiang waved his hand, "I can't!"
What a joke, you can’t save money on this.
Yan Han never needed persuasion when doing things. He opened the door and got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and directly pulled the person out of the car.
The studio staff were all still there, and their jaws dropped when they saw Yan Han dragging Song Xiang through the door.
Only the director's eyes lit up and he pushed up his glasses mischievously.
The plan was forming in his mind, and he came up to talk: "Mr. Yan, are you interested in filming an advertisement?"