So Wu Qiao spent the whole morning discussing with Irene and Wang Chuan.
How can I magnify this matter without being criticized and gaining public recognition?
In fact, Wu Qiao really doesn't like to be a traffic artist in this life, but there is nothing he can do about it.
Even if she did nothing, she would still be on the hot search for several days.
"Qiao Qiao, should we contact Wang Dayu, the president of Bincheng Daily?"
This person used to criticize Wu Qiao whenever he got the chance, but since when, all the newspapers under Bincheng Daily have been praising Wu Qiao whenever he mentioned him.
Now Wu Qiao's influence in Bincheng has improved, and Wang Dayu has contributed to it.
"Wang Dayu?"
Wu Qiao blinked his eyes, feeling that the name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it.
"Yes, none of their newspapers have ever reported any negative information about you. For this reason, it's definitely right to go to them."
Although I don’t know who is behind the newspaper, at least he is not an enemy.
"Well, then please invite their people over."
When Irene saw Wu Qiao agreed, she hurried aside to make a phone call.
Wang Chuan sat on the sofa, looking at the folder on the table, hesitant to speak.
"Wang Chuan, what's wrong with you?"
"Qiao Qiao, I've been... I've been overly tired lately. I'm not young anymore. Can you assign me a few more people to be with?"
Today, Wang Chuan is in charge of the publicity department of Xinghai Entertainment, and the entire company's publicity falls on Wang Chuan's head.
The recent Lucky Girl auditions went exceptionally well because of his promotion.
Especially the pictorials and the short videos shot for several outstanding students have caused a great response on the Internet.
This also allowed Wang Chuan to discover another unknown skill of his.
In short, he feels that he may have thought that photography was his life before, but now he believes that a vibrant life and being with the people he loves are the meaning of life.
"Ah? Didn't I recruit a few people?"
It’s quite a lot. I remember Wang Chuan transferred about eight people.
"It's not enough. After this round of auditions, the company will have a lot more artists. By then, the few people we have in the publicity department will be enough."
They have to take photos of artists, edit various photos, and even every well-known artist has to have a publicist.
Not to mention seven or eight people, even a dozen people may not be enough.
"Ah... well, let's do this. You can go to various colleges and universities and select people who study media, fine arts, or computer photography, etc. As long as you think that person is suitable, you can sign a contract.
Of course, I still have to go through the process and talk to Wei Ran in the Human Resources Department."
Seeing that Wu Qiao agreed so easily, Wang Chuan's previously prepared words of persuasion were completely useless, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.
"Erin even told me to come up with a few more reliable reasons, fearing that if you disagreed, it would be the end of me. Why would I need that now?"
Wang Chuan shook his head helplessly. Irene was indeed very smart.
But whenever something happened to Wu Qiao, that cleverness disappeared.
"Huh? Brother Wang Chuan...from your tone, you seem to be getting pretty close to our Sister Ai lately."
Everyone knows what happened between the two of them.
It was nothing more than that Wang Chuan raped Irene after getting drunk.
Since the two of them didn't say anything, it would be difficult for others to reveal the truth.
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