How to turn the tide at a critical moment

"What are you talking about, don't think so badly of me, Ding Lan." Ding Lan smiled, "It's like this, Wen Wen you were interviewed before, and then the news on Dayu.com...Wen Wen, have you read it?" Ding Lan is not in a hurry, every word she says is meaningful, and persuasion always takes one step at a time.

"I saw it, after seeing it, I feel more like killing people." No matter what, the slander on his appearance is the most unforgivable.

Ding Lan gracefully stirred the coffee: "After that incident, Wen Wen's Weibo, apart from losing some fans at the beginning, the number of fans has been increasing since then, right?"

Ding Lan smiled and glanced at Wen Wen, obviously this was not a question.

"Did you buy zombie fans for me? Don't tell me that I need to pay back for this meal." Wen Wen said.

"...of course not, I just wanted to say..." the words ended abruptly.

Ding Lan suddenly forgot what he was going to say next.

As soon as Wen Wen opened his mouth, he felt that his careful thinking was interrupted.

"...Oh! I want to say, about that matter, Fengyu actually helped to coordinate the control secretly. You don't know about Wen Wen."

Ding Lan, who remembered his lines, regained his confident smile, "Wen Wen, you and Fengyu are not in the relationship of superiors and subordinates. It is not very convenient for Fengyu to do these things for you in many ways. Last time was an exception. In the future It may not be very convenient to come again. I will propose to the company to sign you under the name of the company, and hope that you can be an artist of our company in the future. "

Ordinary people would be too excited to contain themselves when encountering such a good thing, but Wen Wen didn't have a particularly big reaction, he just opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to make a comment.

Experience comes first, Ding Lan does not give Wen Wen a chance to speak, and tries to throw out all the benefits: "The company trusts me more, and I will handle this matter... Hey, speaking of it, we The company's selection of artists is very strict. Look at Zhong Xuanyi, he was originally a model of Da Rui Company, Xu Hanbai was already a small celebrity on the Internet when he was a high school student a few years ago, Mo Chongbing has won awards in the rock and roll industry since he was a child Soft hands... We also decided to pull you over because of your potential and strength, Wen Wen."

List superstars such as Zhong Xuanyi, Mo Chongbing and potential stocks such as Xu Hanbai, and let's talk about Wen Wen, saying that they have potential and strength is exaggerated.

"Our company will seriously cultivate every artist. Wen Wen, don't think that you are not as old as those young girls, but the company will naturally have a way to push you out. Don't worry about your reputation. Income, of course The salary is much higher than that of an office worker like you. In the future, you can eat whatever you want, and play whatever you want. Besides, there are more opportunities to host programs, and your knowledge will naturally increase... Oh! If you want to cross borders in the future, it will be very easy in our company, Fengyu has never restricted the development of artists themselves."

"But now I also want to eat whatever I want, and play whatever I want to play." Wen Wen said.

"..." With so many benefits and development prospects, why did Wen Wen only listen to this sentence?

Ding Lan's smile was a little stiff: "If you want to eat hairy crab seafood feast every day, you can do it more readily with a higher salary."

When this sentence was said, Ding Lan looked at Lin Yi with a charming smile. Lin Yi was sitting here not as a leader of the radio station, but more as a friend.

But Ding Lan's glance will make people feel that he has been recognized by the radio station.

"I can do it now. I sell my house, and I can eat every day." Wen Wen is very serious.

"..." Ding Lan didn't want to discuss this topic in depth, but he couldn't help but said, "Then are you willing to sell it?"

"It's worth it!"

"..." Wen Wen was so forthright that Ding Lan almost couldn't take it anymore.

"But I don't want to eat it. Seafood is not oily, and it will get greasy if you eat too much."

"... Wouldn't it be better to have more money?" Ding Lan asked him, and the answer to this question must be "yes".

"Of course, so I'm thinking about it."

"...I think for the sake of efficiency, we don't need to bring this kind of deep psychological consideration to the table for discussion." Ding Lan said.

Wen Wen sighed: "But I really can't help but want to share my mental journey with you."

"..."

Signing a contract to become an artist will naturally have difficulties, but Ding Lan will not talk about his choice.

When persuading people, of course, try to avoid talking too much about your shortcomings, but you can't talk too much about your purpose. If you talk too much, you will lose your active position.

Ding Lan put forward all the points of view, and finally concluded in this way: "Of course, it mainly depends on what you mean, Wen Wen. If Wen Wen is not interested in this aspect, or if you are reluctant to bear your director and editor colleagues, or your colleagues Work, that's understandable."

While speaking, he made another sharp turn, "However, if this is the case, we may have to consider replacing an anchor for our show. After all, after this show becomes popular, we will face more problems like the previous interview. Using our internal artists , it may be quite convenient for Fengyu to deal with it. You can understand this...Wen Wen, right?"

He said with an apologetic expression.

Wen Wen didn't know what it was like to hear Ding Lan's words about the eighteen bends of the mountain road, but the others had already heard Ding Lan's meaning: Either sign or leave the show.

Everyone was looking at Wen Wen, and Wen Wen looked at Lin Yi: "I feel weird."

"I also feel weird, as if my son is getting married." Lin Yi and Wen Wen have worked together for many years, and they have a tacit understanding.

"You don't want to?" Xu Hanbai looked at Wen Wen.

The one who cares most about Wen Wen's choice here is Xu Hanbai.

But Xu Hanbai knew that it was impossible for Wen Wen not to think about it.

The benefits of those signings are not what Wen Wen cares about. What Wen Wen cares about is that if he refuses, he will lose the opportunity to continue the anchor radio program.

A few days ago, Wen Wen was worried about gain and loss because of this hard-won opportunity.

Wen Wen thought for a long time, and finally said: "Then..."

Ding Lan was very nervous and clenched his palms tightly.

"...Will being an artist be very busy? I'm afraid I won't have time to play games."

"...It won't be very busy for the time being. As an artist of our company, you still attend your class without any changes. However, you belong to our company, and the radio station will no longer be able to order you. And we This news will not be announced to the public for the time being, and public opinion is not a factor you need to consider." Ding Lan explained.

"Oh, of course I agree." It was no different from before, and the salary was still high, so there was nothing to consider.

Ding Lan had a slightly surprised expression on his face.

Changing companies is no small matter for an ordinary office worker, but Wen Wen agreed so quickly.

Although he felt a little weird in his heart, Ding Lan still didn't question it. After all, Wen Wen's straightforward agreement was much better than Wen Wen's asking various questions that he couldn't answer.

"Wen Wen is really a straightforward person, but you can think about it more, we will negotiate an agreement with the radio station, and we will talk about it after a while."

Click to the end, accept as soon as it is good, Ding Lan sees that Wen Wen agrees, so he doesn't say more, let him think for himself.

She glanced at Xu Hanbai again, she believed that Wen Wen agreed so quickly, it could not be without Xu Hanbai's credit.

When Xu Hanbai received Ding Lan's gaze, he remained calm and just lowered his head and took a sip of his tea.

After finishing one thing, Ding Lan said with a smile: "Han Bai, how did you talk with Mr. Zhang last night? Mr. Zhang is very optimistic about you!"

"He told you to talk?" Xu Hanbai asked.

This sentence is nothing to other people's ears, but to Ding Lan's ears, he naturally heard something wrong, "What? He didn't want to talk to you, what did he want to do with you?"

There was no emotion in Xu Hanbai's eyes, and he glanced at Ding Lan as usual, it couldn't be more plain.

For Xu Hanbai's aura, Wen Wen used his sixth sense to explore Xu Hanbai's emotions, at most he could vaguely figure out a general direction.However, Xu Hanbai is very demanding of Wen Wen's sixth sense, so Xu Hanbai is often secretly annoyed at Wen Wen's confusion.

But Ding Lan and Wen Wen are different, Ding Lan has brains, although she can't tell Xu Hanbai's meaning from feeling, but she can guess Xu Hanbai's psychology based on experience.

"It's really wronged. It seems that I was misunderstood again." Ding Lan sighed, without saying much, took out her mobile phone from her bag, found a number and dialed it.

"Hello? Mr. Zhang." The feminine voice is often an invisible sharp edge in Vanity Fair, "Last night you said that you asked our potential stocks to discuss cooperation and make friends. Then you must have gone to some noisy place. ...Just kidding, but our little friend has always disliked your places, afraid of wasting your rare and expensive wine, besides, he can sing, but he can't stand the toss of wine... .”

Wen Wen listened and asked in a low voice, "Is that the fat man from yesterday?"

When Xu Hanbai heard Wen Wen say "that fat man", he seemed to remember something, and frowned unnaturally.

Although Xu Hanbai didn't speak, Wen Wen had already given himself an acquiescence in his heart, and said wretchedly: "Looking at your expression, it seems that there is something unspeakable."

...Xu Hanbai was just a little embarrassed when he remembered the drunken ugly appearance he showed in front of Wen Wen yesterday.

But Wen Wen took the initiative to seek death, so he couldn't help but tease him: "I think, because what happened after last night made me very happy, I really want to express my gratitude to him."

Wen Wen turned his head aside, and a "difficult to say" expression appeared on his face.

Ding Lan over there hung up the phone and stared at Xu Hanbai Wenwen: "...I'm trying to prove my innocence here, but no one is looking at me."

"Innocent?" The word brought back many memories for Wen Wen.

The first time I met Xu Hanbai, and then the intersection was because I made a virtual girlfriend for Xu Hanbai, and Xu Hanbai wanted him to return his innocence.

"Of course I believe in Sister Ding Lan." Xu Hanbai said simply.

Ding Lan sighed: "Hey! Han Bai, you are just not likable. You see, if Zhong Xuanyi really feels that I, Ding Lan, have done something wrong to him, he will still get close to me."

Wen Wen's eyes lit up when he heard Zhong Xuanyi: "Ah, Zhong Xuanyi is so kind...I mean, he's so easy to talk to."

Wen Wen glanced at Xu Hanbai quietly, Xu Hanbai had already withdrawn his threatening gaze, and then he took a deep breath.

"...I hope you can concentrate on listening to my explanation. This is very important." Ding Lan emphasized that there were too many little flirting and flirting actions over there, and her role was constantly being robbed, which made her sense of existence low to the ground. .