"The president of Zhifou Wine Group wants to cooperate with Wen Xi." Long Bingying had a wooden face, and she was numb.
"Zhifou Wine Group wants to use Wen Xi's poem as an advertising slogan before the news broadcast begins."
"She also praised Wen Xi, the top figure in our illiterate community, as a talented woman."
Gao Shuyi's smile, which had been secretly delighted, froze on his face.
She suspected there was something wrong with her ears: "Poems written by Wen Xi?!"
Gao Shuyi was busy working on her tea drink advertisement last night because of her sponsor. She had to shoot again early this morning and had no time to read the news on the Internet.
She quickly opened Weibo and saw that Wen Xi's name was still on the hot search.
"What on earth happened?"
"I didn't watch the show yesterday."
Among the several artists under Long Bingying, Wen Xi is the least known one. She even forgot that yesterday was Wen Xi's first day on the show.
After watching the video clip on Weibo of Wen Xi's poem causing rain, the two felt that they had just watched fake news.
Is this still the Wen Xi who is timid and has very low emotional intelligence and EQ?
"This is definitely not a poem she wrote herself. I know her level."
Long Bingying's tone was very excited:
"Let alone writing, even memorizing is difficult for her."
Gao Shuyi showed Long Bingying the conspiracy theories on Weibo that many netizens had raised about Wen Xi hiring a ghostwriter: "Did he hire a ghostwriter to write the lyrics for Wen Xi?"
Long Bingying slammed the table: "This is very possible!"
Gao Shuyi's tone was subtle: "What about the Zhifou Wine Group advertisement? It's the ad that aired before the news broadcast?"
Long Bingying pondered for a moment and her eyes fell on Gao Shuyi.
A dark light flashed in her eyes: "Shuyi, I think you are more like the talented woman who can write this "Ru Meng Ling" than Wen Xi."
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