Chapter 528 Don't Stay Too Long in New York

"Dow has great power on Capitol Hill, local politics, academia and industry, but the media?"

After leaving the hospital and getting into the car with the group, Eli complained contemptuously, "It's no longer their heyday, they can't control so much multimedia, and their influence is not even as good as some global FMCG brands."

"What's wrong with you Eli?"

Song Ya was a little upset, "My crisis public relations can't in turn create a crisis for me."

"Sorry, but being on the other end of the political spectrum, I'm a little bit annoyed by the so-called 'old school' that that guy advocates."

Eli apologized, "I'm sorry APLUS, I won't do it next time, please trust my professionalism."

"Okay, I understand."

Song Ya smiled and said, "Mr. Vice President really lost his composure just now."

He admired the old man's professionalism, "No matter what, neither he nor I can hinder the other..."

He decided to continue fighting with the book, which is very beneficial to him, which means that all Dow's public relations resources will definitely take care of himself, the former owner and spokesperson of the Barn Company, instead of directly Breach of contract turned face.

The interests are highly consistent, and the two are now grasshoppers on the same rope.

But not necessarily...

The other party said that if Zoe Barnes was not dealt with, he would not care about himself. It should not be a casual bluffing sentence in a fit of anger. In order to make a business, he asked Dow to pay him 100 million knives. If he couldn't prove that he was worth the money at the critical moment, he might be pushed out and used as a scapegoat at that time.

Song Ya took out her personal mobile phone, and there were several unread text messages.

Mariah Carey: 'Not picking up the phone? I will be back on April 5th. '

‘I’m sorry honey, it’s just business, April 5th, isn’t it? I should be in Chicago by then, waiting for you. '

Mariah Carey: 'Early morning business? And can't go to New York? I want to stay there for a while. '

‘I’m going to record the soundtrack and I can’t walk away. '

Mariah Carey: 'Okay then, see you in Chicago, I miss you so much. '

"Me too."

Fergie: 'Latifah told me to show me at the Source Hip-Hop Music Awards on April 25th! '

'Got it, I'll let Linda say hello to Motown. '

Fergie: 'She's just a bitch. '

‘Speak less in public! Honestly spend April 25th safely. '

Fergie: 'What a nuisance, I'm not afraid of them! '

'Be good, by the way, force your agency to do public relations for you, and sign CAA, so good resources should be used well! '

Fergie: 'Will I not know? '

Taraji: 'Harry asked you to give her the same phone as mine. '

‘Has he no money to buy it himself! ? Alright alright, I'll take it with me when I go to LA. '

Taraji: "She said thank you."

'Um. '

Old Larry: 'APLUS, I need to shoot some more shots tomorrow, come early. '

"OK."

After processing the text messages and arriving home, Song Ya handed over the girls' affairs to Linda, urged Doug again, and fell headlong on the bed.

Today should be a critical time for whether the negative news about fluorescent agents will be fermented quickly, but he really needs sleep...

In the afternoon in New York, Zoe Barnes was sitting in the CBS backstage dressing room, waiting anxiously for the makeup artist to finish her makeup. She just stood up when she saw the staff of the program pushing a car full of professional suits. Activity hanger.

"Miss Barnes, do you want to try the red color? It suits you very well." The costumer of the program team asked a few pieces.

"No, I brought one myself." She pointed to the fashion hanging on the wall. According to her family background, she would not use the things that the crew prepared for various temporary guests, although the brands and styles selected by CBS were very different. Classic, but this rack of clothes has been used for no one knows how long and how many people have worn it.

"White?" asked the dresser.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, it's very beautiful." The costumer saw the brand on the dust cover of the fashion, and asked with some surprise: "Is it the one from Chanel's spring show this year?"

"Yes."

"Wow..." the dressmaker praised, "It's very restrained and safe. You really care about Miss Barnes."

She smiled, did not respond, and lowered her head to review the homework she had prepared in advance.

"Strange." The makeup artist looked at his watch, "The column assistant will usually come to remind me at this time."

"Yes, there are only twenty minutes until the broadcast." The costume designer echoed.

She hurriedly packed her things, changed into the clothes she had prepared for the scene, checked her makeup and hairstyle again, and then hurried to the studio.

Some staff members were busy, and the male host was sitting in the middle of the studio, concentrating on reciting words to the manuscript while his hands were not idle, digging in his nostrils. With multiple cameras on him from different angles, no one had a problem with his indecent behavior before air time.

Zoe stopped a passing staff member, "I'm Zoe Barnes, is my seat on the host's left or right?"

"Zoe Barnes?" The staff looked at her blankly. "Did you go to the wrong studio? We didn't invite a guest named Zoe Barnes for our program today."

"How is it possible? Isn't this a financial connection program?"

"Yes, but... you can ask the executive producer." The staff pointed to the back of a camera seat, where the executive producer was standing with his head bowed in thought.

"Mr. Producer, it's me, Zoe..." She walked over and extended her hand gracefully.

"Oh, Miss Barnes, I'm sorry, today's plan has changed, and there should be no notice from you." The executive producer apologized to her, "It's all my fault for making your trip in vain."

"What number has it been changed to?"

"Uh...can you go back and wait for the notification?" The executive producer smiled mechanically.

"What?"

She felt something was wrong. At this time, a middle-aged man hurried into the studio with a bag, "I'm sorry, I almost missed it. Your announcement was sent too late..."

"Stop complaining, be professional, your seat is there..."

The executive producer seemed to know him very well, the two exchanged a few words, and pointed to the seat to the left of the host, "Makeup artist! Make him look better, hurry up!"

"I've been replaced, right?" Zoe Barnes crossed her hands on her chest and questioned, "Someone put pressure on you."

"No, Miss Barnes."

The executive producer denied, "We temporarily decided to replace a guest with a clearer point of view."

"I see, okay, I won't make it difficult for you."

Zoe Barnes gave him a smile, turned around and left the studio gracefully, returned to the dressing room just now, smashed some personal items into the bag, and headed towards the parking lot.

"Zoe, I'm sorry, for the show the day after tomorrow, we decided to find another person." A call came in, and the other party hung up immediately after speaking.

"FXXK!"

She was so angry that she almost dropped her mobile phone to the ground, stood in front of her car, thought about it carefully, picked up her mobile phone again, and searched for the phone number of her father, who is the general manager of the New York Giants.

"I wouldn't do this if I were you."

Suddenly, a soft and slightly tired man's voice came from behind.

She was taken aback, turned her head in horror, and saw Doug leaning against the corner.

Suddenly understood, suppressed the fear in his heart and squeezed out a smile, "Hey, Doug, how did I meet you here? What a surprise!"

"I'm in New York on business, and I'll drop by to see you..."

Doug looked around and said, "Chicago needs you, Zoe. You have endless resources there, and there are many friends who care about you... Promise them for me not to stay in New York for too long, okay?"