Chapter 145 Du Ze, Let’s Divorce!
This was also the first time for most of the PR team to meet Du Ze. Before this, most of their knowledge of him came from the Internet.
They are all in this industry, and they have seen too many stars whose personalities are completely inconsistent with the real people.
What these stars show to the public is just the side they want to show, and has nothing to do with their own cultivation and character.
Everyone says it’s okay to pretend for a year or two, but if it’s been like this since debut, then it’s basically true.
Du Ze's image in public has always been sunny, gentle and responsible.
His debut work was a period drama, in which he played the protagonist's warm brother. His interaction with other guests in the variety show made the audience see his attentiveness and gentlemanliness.
In short, the PR team had no way of comparing the man who was now standing in front of them, bossing them around, swearing at them with dirty words, and smashing things to vent his emotions with the elegant Du Ze who was in the live broadcast room ten minutes ago.
The PR team's mouths twisted, and everyone looked at each other.
It seems their boss really made a mistake this time.
It seems that the live broadcast room was really closed because Du Ze collapsed.
"You must give me a solution today. Don't even think about live apology. I won't apologize. I will sue them until they go to jail."
A young man from the public relations team said weakly, "Who are you suing?"
Du Ze's eyes were burning with anger. "Those accounts that posted the video, and those who leaked it!"
"What are you still standing there for? Go!"
Du Ze pushed the young man standing in front of him hard.
The young man didn't stand firmly and was pushed by him, causing his shoulder to hit the cabinet. He immediately grimaced in pain, covering his shoulder and screaming twice.
Du Ze glared at him, turned around and talked to the others, asking them to hand in a solution within five minutes.
The young man was angry but dared not say anything. He quietly complained to his colleagues: "I never thought Du Ze was such a person. He is so hard to serve."
The people around him were busy and exhausted, and the solution they submitted was rejected by Du Ze again.
He was yelling loudly at their brand's PR team for being useless. The solutions they offered were either an apology or for him to clarify that the video was absolutely untrue. This was tantamount to making him eat shit in public.
The PR team was so anxious that their hair turned white and they wanted to strangle themselves for signing up to participate in this project.
Du Ze refused to cooperate, and the brand could only watch the waves of public opinion coming one after another. Even the sponsors called to inquire about the situation.
After the announcement of the cancellation of the cooperation, public anger not only did not subside, but intensified.
Many loyal users of the brand have said that they would never dare to use the brand's products again, and some have even begun to boycott the brand.
They said their brand "blindly pursued traffic, ignored moral risks, and did not conduct thorough investigations when selecting spokespeople. How can consumers be assured of this?"
All public relations personnel are working under tremendous pressure and have racked their brains but have not been able to think of any other solutions.
Because they hadn't come up with a perfect solution yet, Du Ze ran out of patience and stopped pretending, and started swearing at them.
Everyone endured it again and again, and finally a phone call broke the situation.
The PR team's contact person just walked out of the conference room and told them in a serious tone to leave quickly and not to provide any services to Du Ze.
Everyone is confused. Weren’t they invited by the brand? Wouldn’t the public opinion be dealt with?
The contact person urged: "Du Ze has offended someone, no one can protect him. We are not from his studio, so leave quickly."
Everyone: “!”
After hesitating for a second, they packed up their things and swarmed to the door.
Du Ze and the people in his studio were puzzled by their sudden departure, and then angry.
The PR team didn't care. They just wanted to get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible even when Du Ze scolded them for being unprofessional.
The young man walking at the end had his ancestors cursed by Du Ze. This was too much to bear, so he took a deep breath and cursed back loudly.
"Do you think you are a good person? You are still barking like a dog when your house has collapsed. Get out of the circle quickly, you scum——"
Du Ze's eyes turned red from being scolded, but no one dared to scold him in public.
He took a step forward and pointed at the young man: "You——"
The young man was fearless and said, "What do you mean by 'I'? Not only will I scold you, I will also write a post to expose your hypocritical face. You said you would never apologize even if you die. I think you were caught on camera and your defense is broken. Bah—"
Du Ze chased after him like crazy and grabbed the young man by the shoulder.
The young man turned around and Du Ze had no force to bear on. He staggered forward a few steps and almost fell.
The young man felt satisfied and vented his anger, then followed his master happily.
Du Ze was furious. His carefully groomed look was messed up, his makeup was smudged, and his expression was terribly gloomy.
The thick and sturdy mask seemed to be cracking, revealing a hideous face with a creepy fierceness in its eyes.
Du Ze stared at the young man's back, clenching his teeth tightly.
Sure enough, once you lose power, everyone will come and step on you.
He couldn't just admit defeat like that. He had to make those who were slandering him know that he, Du Ze, was no longer the unknown guy with no background.
He is Wang Shilan's husband and a well-known actor, among the top in the industry in terms of reputation and fame.
People in the corridor have been looking over here one after another, whispering, and even the people in the studio are whispering to each other.
Du Ze took a deep breath, stood up straight, smoothed his messy hair back with his fingers, raised the corners of his lips, and showed a calm and confident smile.
Back in the office, he calmly asked everyone to sit down.
"It's better not to have such a partner who changes his attitude according to the situation. I believe we can get through this crisis."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and the assistant immediately put the phone in his hand.
In the past, when he attended events or filmed a movie, he would receive text messages of condolences from Niu Niu and Wang Shilan during his breaks.
Most of the content was about asking him if he was done with his work and whether he wanted to go home for dinner.
Niuniu can't type, so she pressed the voice button, and a crisp baby voice came from the phone: "Dad, Niuniu is waiting for you to come back for dinner. Today Aunt Li made your favorite braised pork trotters. I secretly ate a little. It's so spicy, hiss, hiss~"
Thinking of this, Du Ze curled the corners of his lips. As long as Wang Shilan and Niu Niu stood on his side, no matter what others said, he would win in the end.
With a "click" sound, the phone was unlocked, and there was indeed a message on the social software.
He couldn't wait to touch the red dot with his finger and went in. The message he saw sent a chill down his spine.
[Du Ze, let’s get a divorce! 】
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