Chapter 367

"Shall I show you the video of you sleeping with her?" Ning Jing stares at him, coldly without emotion, "do you forget that the company has regulations that the management can't have improper trading relations with its artists, and you don't want to be the director?"

Director's face suddenly cold sweat dripping, panic in the heart of No.

I wanted to explain myself, but I winced because of the video.

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and explained: "general manager, I don't want to, but Han ran begged me all the time, i..."

"Beauty in the arms, can't bear to refuse, right?" Ning Jing suddenly a smile, good-looking fundus but no trace of temperature.

The director's body trembled slightly and he didn't dare to speak with his head down.

The office fell into silence.

In this kind of atmosphere, the artist director is suffering in the heart, staring at the ground, and dare not say a word.

Ning Jing took another look at the topic on the microblog and said in a cold voice: "Han ran, who gave the idea?"

"What..."

"Don't tell me she really committed suicide." Ning Jing looked at him sarcastically, "this kind of bad play can only cheat people on the Internet."

This is the first time he found that the general manager is a tough role.

If he didn't know the plan, he would think that Han ran was true.

But the general manager

"It's her." The artist director sold people in front of his boss, but Han ran never had an important position. "She said that since the company arranged for her to become the next BeiYao and had the reputation of little BeiYao, she should go through all the experiences of BeiYao."

Ning Jing's lips curved dangerously: "is that right?"

The director of artists said something nice for her: "general manager, I think she's right. Han Ran's doing this has a topic."

"Depression is a disease, not a trend, not a cool, not a hot element to create a topic for you." Ning Jing's face was serious, and his words of reprimand were cold and displeased. "If you do this, you will only let those real patients not be cared about and ignored. People can have means, but at least the bottom line of life must be there!"

The artist director was shocked and his head was buzzing.

Ning Jing threw a stack of documents in front of him: "issue a statement immediately, and clarify it for me while the topic is still exploded by others."

"How, how to clarify..." the artist director was worried and worried.

Ning Jing stares at him.

For the first time, I feel like I have raised a group of rubbish!

"You don't have brains? Don't you think? Emergency public relations, no such consciousness? "

Artist director

The artist director lowered his head and said tentatively: "general manager, it's not that he doesn't have this consciousness, but that he wants to release it quickly. It's unexpected for a moment. Would you like to give me a suggestion?"

Ning Jing

Ning Jing is very angry, now the first important thing is to solve the problem: "official micro release, say this is Han ranxin's MV photo, not suicide, let netizens don't misunderstand, and then let them write a song as soon as possible, shoot MV, a week later release."

The director of the artist was immediately impressed, and instantly understood: "yes, I'll do it now."

Fortunately, the people in Imperial entertainment are very efficient.

As soon as the official micro blog was released, the company also contacted Han ran and asked her to issue one.

Han ran, who was waiting for the topic to rise, lost his smile when he received the phone call from the company: "MV?"

"Yes." Artist director personally contacted, "this is the meaning of the general manager. I hope you can release it as soon as possible."

Han ran asked with a cold light in his eyes: "didn't you promise me that you would create a topic for me? How can I get this kind of hair in the twinkling of an eye? "

"The specific reason, when you come to the company, ask the boss." Artist director's attitude is indifferent, but the words are very direct, "just the boss asked you to go to her at one o'clock in the afternoon."

Han ran fell his cell phone angrily.

She's already figured out how to keep the water army going.

As long as she disappears and remains silent, those people will definitely think that she is under some pressure.

result!

All her plans were ruined by a phone call.

"Director, you promised me that." Han ran was so angry that his lungs hurt.

"Han ran." Artist director voice is more serious, he will not lose his future because of a woman, "everything should learn enough, the general manager can praise you, also can hide you."

Han ran was stiff all over, and his face was slightly ugly.

One o'clock at noon.

Han ran arrived at Ning Jing's office on time. She adjusted her mood outside the door before knocking: "knock."

"In." Ning Jing's cool voice has no trace of temperature.

"General manager, the director said you wanted me?" Han ran came in with a pale face and asked, her left hand behind her.

Ning Jing noticed this detail: "hand out."

Han ran said: "what..."

"Left hand." Ning Jing's words are cold and emotionless.

Han ran hesitated for a moment and took out his gauze wrapped left hand from behind: "general manager..."

Ning Jing pulled her hand forward and untied the gauze.

When his hand touched the gauze, Han ran trembled all over, and his hand shrank back: "it hurts."

"It won't hurt in a moment." Ning Jing quickly dismantled the gauze. In a twinkling of an eye, the gauze was stripped clean, leaving only Han Ran's wrist with a cut.

Seeing the wound, Ning Jing frowned.

Han ran took back his hand weakly and turned pale.

"What's going on?" Ning Jing looked at her being cut a 30 cm long wound and asked.

Han ran bit his lip, his good-looking eyes were red: "nothing, I feel too much pressure, I can't breathe."

"If the pressure is too high, let me tell the agent that I will reduce your workload." Ning Jing's words are incomprehensible. She still holds her wrist.

Han ran was a little nervous and looked at Ning Jing from time to time: "I..."

"Does it hurt when you cut it?" Ning Jing asked.

Han Ran's words are all confused by these questions. Now his head is blank, and he can only follow Ning Jing's rhythm: "pain."

Ning Jing put down her hand and gave her a piece of A4 paper: "this is my rescheduled work. Let's see if this will cause you great pressure."

Han ran looks at the printed itinerary.

It's not true to say that you are not shocked when you look at the work.

This workload is not only her current income, but also her itinerary.

instant.

Han ran felt that his suicide was a little bad.

"No She replied truthfully, "thank you, general manager."

Ning Jing chuckled and took the schedule from his hand to his own: "thank me for what I do."