Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The topic fermented quickly, probably because Ji Zhaixing's development has been so smooth recently, and even several companies are behind to fuel the flames.

Fang Wenqi was called to the company while he was still on vacation.

Ji Zhaixing's phone call was not connected, and Fang Wenqi was also in a state of desperation. He didn't dare to look at the trend of online comments. After the public relations department knew the ins and outs of the matter, he was suddenly relieved.

Then the more I thought about it, the angrier I became, what kind of thing is this.

After the accident, the biggest victim was Ji Zhaixing.

He looked at the so-called "insider" that was exposed, and couldn't help but chuckle: "This person must be a temporary worker."

The collapse of the equipment due to aging equipment was originally the full responsibility of the yard.The executives from the other party came over and discussed sincerely, hoping that the artist side would not promote it for the sake of no accident, and they will conduct a comprehensive overhaul of the infield facilities, so that similar incidents will not happen again.

Compensation is a concession to share.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The real compensation is actually in terms of favors. In the future, it will be much easier to lay out resources, including Ac's artist offers to this kind of conference venue.

After all, this is a connection. It just so happens that the follow-up concert of Ji Zhuixing is popular, and there is no need to save people to stir up the heat. Actively publicizing it is afraid of being questioned. After discussing with Ji Zhaoxing, Fang Wenqi advocated keeping this matter a secret down.

Of course, it is estimated that the more strict concealment is on the side of the courtyard. The employees below have to be trained once and are not allowed to spread it. How did they know that it was spread out—and it is so outrageous!

Anyone who knows a little bit about the truth will not use this to pick Hei Ji's stars.

When Fang Wenqi explained to several executives and managers of the public relations department, these people were a little skeptical.

After all, it's hard for them to imagine that a celebrity like Ji Zhaixing, who is in the limelight, would even get himself injured in order to save a strange staff member.

But Fang Wenqi is a reliable and honest person. They presupposed and believed him. Manager Cao of the PR Department asked: "Then you have thought it over, how do you clarify it?"

Fang Wenqi was taken aback, thinking that this should be the work of the PR department, but he answered honestly: "There are surveillance cameras in the background, wouldn't it be good to release the surveillance? Please clarify and repost the personal Weibo of Ac Company and Ji Jiexing."

"Have you backed up the monitoring?"

"No, but there must be one in the Starry Sky Yard. I'll ask someone to pick it up."

Manager Cao knocked on the table and asked, "What if they don't give it to you?"

Fang Wenqi was taken aback.

"This incident has such a bad impact on the theater. Maybe they will think that you directed and acted yourself, and want to hype your own artist. On the surface, you promised well, but when you turn around and expose the accident, do you think it will be returned to you?"

Fang Wenqi broke into a cold sweat. He said: "There were a lot of people in the backstage at that time, so why not find someone to prove the head office? Even if others are not willing, the little girl who was rescued must be willing..."

"From now on, some people must say that Ji Zhaixing is the one who was really injured, but why no one believes it?" The manager said, "There is no basis for talking, it's too easy to be bribed, who told us to do it?" This."

Fang Wenqi stopped talking.

Who told him that he didn't think about it at the time, let alone copying and monitoring, he didn't even think about taking a video or taking a photo, which led to the current dilemma.This matter could definitely be suppressed, but he was not at ease for Ji Jiexing to suffer this grievance.

Manager Cao was talking when a phone call came suddenly.He looked at the name, was stunned for a moment, and whispered to the executives beside him: "Why did I see... Feng, Mr. Feng's phone number."

"Mr. Feng Hai?"

Manager Cao's Adam's apple twitched: "His grandfather."

A few senior executives who were sitting leisurely stood up all of a sudden, somewhat unbelievable, and hurriedly urged: "Are you still answering?"

Manager Cao was so excited that he was so afraid that he dropped his phone for a moment.He has kept this number in his address book for a long time, and never thought that it would come in handy, let alone receive a call from Mr. Feng in his dreams.

After all, Mr. Feng himself is a three-generation blood clan, and he is also a legend in the business world. He is extremely rich and his family fortune is immeasurable.It's just the entertainment industry of ticketing nature, which accounts for one-third of the development of theaters.

He said tremblingly: "Feng, Mr. Feng is good."

It's also hard to think that he is the manager of the public relations department, so his words are not very fluent.

The lifespan of the high blood race is extremely long, so Mr. Feng's voice does not seem "old", but a very calm voice, but the speed of speech is a little fast.

"Is it Mr. Cao Zhengjun, manager of the public relations department of Ac Brokerage Company?"

Manager Cao wanted to marvel that the old man actually knew his name!He almost bit his tongue, but he still tried his best to calmly say: "Yes, Mr. Feng."

After confirming his identity, Mr. Feng's tone was a little harsher: "It's like this. There have been some rumors about your company Mr. Ji recently on the Internet. Our company hopes to cooperate and clarify as soon as possible. The information and evidence documents have been prepared. One hour later I'll come over to discuss the follow-up process, is it convenient for your company?"

"??"

The manager agreed blankly, and several senior executives next to him were asking Mr. Feng what he had said to him, but Manager Cao just sat down and numbly checked the ownership of the Xingkong Yard, as if his soul was out of his body.It was found that it was indeed related to Mr. Feng, and it was a subsidiary industry of a sub-industry of one of his holding companies...

Just because of Ji Zhaixing, this business tycoon, the legendary old Mr. Feng who has not made a move for many years, wants to come to discuss and clarify the matter on behalf of the court?

This is no longer killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, it is very subtle, that feeling...

Manager Cao looked at Fang Wenqi, who was still pale, with an even more unnatural expression than him.

Could it be that Mr. Feng is also chasing stars?

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Luo Jia also didn't expect that he could make an appointment with Ji Zhaoxing for the first time.

It's just that the location was chosen by Ji Zhaixing, and Luo Jia didn't notice that he had changed from the inviter to the invitee.

The heart in his chest that shouldn't exist was beating wildly, and his mind was full of daydreams. He only felt that the sweetness in his heart was about to flow out of his present self.

Every part of the boy on the opposite side is very good-looking.He couldn't help staring at him intently and greedily, and occasionally lowered his gaze, as if a little embarrassed.

Ji Zhaixing took him to his own private kitchen, and asked Luo Jia to order food - the other party's choice was the same as his own.

But perhaps because the ingredients were difficult to handle, Luo Jia just stared at him, picked up the tableware as if he was at a loss, and didn't move for a while.Ji Zhaixing got up and went over to teach him how to peel and process the food.

The young man leaned over slightly, his waist showed a beautiful curve, and his black hair was gently scattered around his cheeks.

The sudden approach made Luo Jia hold his breath, and he couldn't help stretching out a hand slightly, trying to wrap his arms around the waist and let the boy sit down, but in the end he restrained himself cautiously.When Ji Zhaixing left, it seemed that the temperature around him suddenly lost, and he felt a little lost.

But this is the food that Ji Zhuixing gave (taught) himself to chop——

Luo Jia stared at the delicious food on the plate, and wanted to hide it.

Ji Zhaixing looked at the candles and delicious food in front of him, suddenly remembered and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

No matter what he said, Lorgar would nod in agreement.

So Ji Zhaxing got up to pick out low-alcohol wine. At this time, Luo Jia quietly took out his mobile phone and took countless photos of the food in front of him, preparing to upload them on social platforms.

The text is all thought up.

"To commemorate our first time".

In a short period of time, the man who just woke up from a deep sleep has already mastered Weibo, watching superchat, and making rankings without a teacher. Of course, the content center is limited to one person.

He also only paid attention to one person.

Luo Jia boarded the platform, and as soon as it was refreshed, a lot of news about Ji Zhai Xing was pushed out.The man's original expression was very relaxed, but the more he looked behind, the more he frowned.

"..."

He didn't want Ji Zhuixing to see these words.

The mobile phone placed on the small table next to him suddenly rang, it was Ji Zhaixing's call.Luo Jia's expression froze slightly - he stretched out his hand and picked up the phone.

It seemed to be just a frivolous movement, but the light screen of the phone went out immediately, and it instantly became a piece of useless scrap iron.

Luo Jia's expression was still cold, he put Ji Zhaixing's cell phone back, and lowered his hair to send the message.The light from the screen was reflected on his cheeks, making his facial features a bit cold. When Ji Zhuixing came back, Luo Jia was editing and sending the last message.

A handsome young man came over. He seemed to have tied up his black hair just now, holding a bottle of red wine in front of Luo Jia.Then he saw Luo Jia raised his head and looked at him with an innocent expression.

"I'm sorry, I broke your phone." Luo Jia's expression was a bit of guilt, "I'll buy you a new one, can I?"