Chapter 611 Media Conference

Without the mood, no matter how delicious the food is, it will taste like crap.

Pei Ziheng told her a few things to pay attention to when speaking in crisis public relations, and then said: "If you can't hold on anymore, you can go back to the emperor."

Xia Ling shook her head tiredly.

Pei Ziheng looked at her. Beside him, the petite girl looked paler than usual, with a sad and haggard look on her face, as well as a faint sense of bewilderment. If he lets go and ends up like this, then why doesn't he take her back? "Li Lei doesn't know how to take care of you at all," Pei Ziheng's voice was a little heavy, "When you were in the emperor, you had never suffered anything like this."

"No one died back then." Xia Ling retorted instinctively.

She couldn't tolerate others saying bad things about Li Lei. It was clear that Li Lei had tried his best to give her the best. It's not like Li Lei could control such an incident. She deserved it, and she casually agreed to the photographer taking pictures.

Pei Ziheng said, "How come no one has died? Wang Jingwan."

When the name was mentioned, both of them fell silent.

Yes, wouldn't Wang Jingwan be dead by then? Some public opinion pointed the finger at her, but Pei Ziheng protected her and never let her stand in front of the stage and do anything like apologize.

but……

That's different.

Xia Ling lowered her head and looked at the half-drunk juice cup.

His so-called "protection" is just another form of humiliation. She would rather stand in front of the camera and flashlights and apologize to the public than be imprisoned in an isolated and dark place and be abused every day in the name of "recuperation" , torture.

Just half an hour passed quickly.

Rolls-Royce stopped at the conference site.

Someone recognized the car and took pictures, but Xia Ling didn't care much. She got out of the car and, under the escort of the staff, passed through the crowd of reporters taking pictures and entered the press conference hall.

Accompanied by Lin Yunan, she stood on the main podium.

Looking around, there were countless media outlets with guns and short guns, as well as several representatives of civil rights organizations, holding large drawing boards with black and white photos of the dead child taking medicine from her hand.

Seeing the photo, she remembered——

They are two lively and cheerful boys. Yesterday, she taught them to sing songs for a long time. The younger one has a particularly beautiful voice. She even praised him that he can become a singer when he grows up.

When she was distributing the medicine, the two children rushed to the front and happily said thank you to her.

She watched them take the two white pills with her own eyes...

It was she who personally sent them to the road to death.

Tears gathered in Xia Ling's eyes again. She wanted to hold back the tears, but she remembered Pei Ziheng's advice - "When you don't know what to say, just cry. Cry hard. It's best to cry until you can't stop crying." Don't give reporters too many opportunities to ask questions, and leave the scene quickly after you apologize. ]

She knew that reporters were like a group of bloodthirsty sharks, and if she had the slightest flaw, they would be swarmed and torn into pieces. So she let the tears flow, looking even more mournful than before.

Lin Yunan on the side breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her like this.

To be honest, these artists did not receive many training courses in crisis public relations when they were in the training camp. Xiao Ling was very naive, so he was worried that she would mess up.

Fortunately, it seems that she at least still knows how to express her grief.

Lin Yunan also cooperated to show his deep condolences.

Xia Ling cried and apologized intermittently to the orphanage and the children. She said that she was too careless and did not carefully check the medicines beforehand, so she just gave them to the children in a confused manner...

A reporter pointedly asked: "Ms. Ye, are you doing charity just to gain fame and show off? Do you not care about the health and life of children at all?"

She shook her head, her voice a little hoarse: "No, I love children very much."

"Is it because you have lost a child yourself, so you don't care about the lives of other children?" The reporter's question became more pointed, and the flashlight kept shooting at her.

There was a "buzzing" in her ears, and this question caught her off guard, and she could hardly even stand still. Her tears fell even more fiercely, and she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. In front of so many people, she couldn't make a sound.

"Miss Ye, why didn't you say anything? Did I tell you the truth?"

"Yes, Miss Ye, you have had a child die yourself. You should know the grief. How could you be so irresponsible and give out low-quality drugs that can be fatal to children?"

"I heard that this charity foundation has a shady background. Is it true?"

"There are rumors that you have recently bought a lot of high-end clothing and jewelry, such as Givenchy, Chanel, pink diamond necklaces, etc. I have calculated that your income as a singer is not enough to support such a huge expense. Did you embezzle money from the charity foundation? That’s why you let the children take inferior medicine!”

"Ms. Ye, do you have any conscience?"

"Why are you so cruel that you don't even spare the money for the children's medicine?"

The questions became more and more vicious, and she didn't know how to answer them. At this moment, she was looking at a vast sea of ​​lights, and everyone's faces were blurred into one piece in front of her eyes.

She really wanted to tell them that no, things were not what they guessed, but it was useless, no one would listen to her...

The public relations draft that Lin Yunan had given her in advance and the instructions that Pei Ziheng had given her on the road had long been forgotten by her when faced with the barrage of questioning. Her mind went blank, she just cried and repeated mechanically: "I'm sorry...I don't know...I'm sorry..."

The voice became hoarse and quieter.

The reporters became more and more excited.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Yunan stood up and said to the media in the audience as politely as possible: "I'm sorry everyone, Xiao Ling's mood is a little out of control. This accident also caused a lot of trauma to her. Today's press conference will start with At this point, if you still have any questions, just ask the spokesperson responsible for handling this incident."

He supported Xia Ling and planned to take her off the stage to rest.

"Don't leave!" In the crowd, a representative of a human rights organization shouted, "Ye Xingling, you have to speak clearly today! Have you embezzled charity funds, received kickbacks from manufacturers, and let innocent children eat them? Inferior medicine?! What’s going on with those designer bags and sky-high-priced diamonds of yours?!”

"Yeah! Don't try to get away with it!" Someone shouted one after another from the audience.

Lin Yunan ignored these people and helped her to leave quickly, but the crowd gathered around them and refused to let them leave.

"Give way, please give way." Lin Yunan had nowhere to vent his evil anger. If he hadn't been concerned that this was a public place and he wanted to protect the image of his artists, he would have hit people long ago.