Chapter 195 (2/2)

Facing the camera, Xingyuan simply said: "I don't want to say more about this kind of thing. After all, Luo Fanxing and I have cooperated in the film. It's not appropriate for me to say too much. However, I think that in such a public occasion, the dress worn by the artist represents the artist himself. This needs to be very careful. Miss Luo Fanxing has such a big problem. It really shouldn't be."

"Miss Xingyuan, how do you treat Luo Fanxing..."

"Sorry, I have something else to do. I have to go." Under the escort of the assistant, Xingyuan quickly got into the nanny car, and then left a group of reporters to leave.

Not only that, in such a short time, the so-called plagiarism incident has already spread to the whole network, and even foreign media have begun to report it.

More angry netizens @ the resplendent official media, said they wanted to remove her identity as a resplendent spokesperson, and also said that such a spokesperson did not deserve a resplendent endorsement at all. If they did not remove it, they would never buy a resplendent product again.

Luo Fanxing looked at this scene on the microblog, and his eyes became a little colder. It seems that the mastermind behind the scenes took great care and arranged it so thoughtfully.

Fu tingshen's cell phone rang at this time. It was Jun Huailin.

Fu tingshen answered the phone and said coldly, "say."

"The Internet is full of dress plagiarism. Obviously, someone deliberately brought the rhythm, or someone bought a hot search behind her back and went all the way to Miss Luo." Jun Huailin's voice came.

"Immediately erase all traces of this on the Internet." Fu tingshen ordered.

"Now the attention continues to rise, and many hot searches on Weibo are occupied by this event. Even if you want to delete these contents without trace, it will take time. However, even if you delete all the existing contents, more new contents will be sent out during this period. With so many netizens' Participation, the scene is out of control, and it is not easy to control for a time."

Listening to Jun Huailin's words, Fu tingshen's eyes became darker and darker.

"That will paralyze all websites and send no information." Fu tingshen's face was frozen, and his voice became more and more threatening.

"I said Fu, that's too much! All the entertainment websites are completely paralyzed. That's not a little money. If it's really shut down, it's hundreds of millions of dollars every minute. Do you understand? Even if it's handled, it still needs time to arrange debugging. It can't be done for a while."

Jun Huailin's voice on the phone was nervous. It seemed that he couldn't believe Fu tingshen's order and confirmed it twice in a row.

"Do it now."

Jun Huailin wanted to say something more, but when he heard Fu tingshen's gloomy voice, he understood that it was not too late. What he had to do was not to delay a moment.

The car was still surrounded by reporters, and more reporters directly sprawled on the front of the car, trying to capture the scene inside the car, even a little.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the organizer sent security personnel. A group of bodyguards quickly arrived at the scene and controlled the besieged reporter. Luo Fanxing and Fu tingshen were able to leave the scene.

After the car left the venue of the award ceremony, the car drove fast on the road.

Luo Fanxing sat in the back seat of the car all the way without saying a word. Even she was still playing with her mobile phone in her hand. Fu tingshen saw this and reached out to gently hold her hand. His voice was much lighter: "don't worry, no one can hurt you."

Just then, Luo Fanxing's mobile phone rang.

Luo Fanxing glanced at the number of the call, which was called by Le ya.

Her eyes were cold and she put the phone through: "it's me."

On the phone, Leya told her that she would personally clarify the incident and make the person who manipulated it regret it.

"I see. I'll leave it to you." With that, Luo Fanxing hung up the phone directly. Soon, her beautiful finger quickly made a string of messages on her mobile phone and sent them to Jun September.

(I'm sorry, dear ones, for the delay of various meetings. Let me slowly start updating them for you!)