Chapter 20: Counterattack 3

Just when everyone thought that the matter was about to be resolved, the reporter from the New Entertainment Weekly launched another attack.
"Our country has not recognized the legal status of homosexuality so far. It is not that I or my newspaper discriminates against homosexuality. Ya Tong feels so deeply. Is it true that he is a fellow person?"
Shan Yatong smiled faintly, "Should I say that this reporter friend has good laws and responsiveness?" He adjusted the height of the microphone, "I mean there is nothing wrong with love, although the relationship between the same is not legal yet. Status, but what does this hinder?"
"Then your implication is that you are gay?" The reporter was aggressive.
"I understand that homosexuality is homosexuality?" Shan Yatong asked, "Then, if you understand your girlfriend or your wife, are you a woman?"
The audience burst into laughter, and the originally serious atmosphere immediately became a lot easier. The reporter who asked the question was choked by Shan Yatong's words for a while, and could not say anything to refute.
Shan Yatong calmly said, "I know that friends from journalists are also concerned about our artists. I am very grateful to you for this. But please don’t do bad things with good intentions. In the future, I will like a big beauty, but I refuse to agree because of this kind of rumors. My pursuit, then I am really too miserable." Shan Yatong stretched out her hands, looking upset.
The reporter was brought to another topic by Shan Yatong again. As for the tabloid reporter, he was blocked by a few reporters who appeared suddenly. Even if he asked again, he would not have a chance. He was hit by something in his stomach when he was about to shout and raised his head. Look, it's a photographic equipment in the hands of a photographer from another family.
"What to look at, go aside, go around in this circle, and have eyes longer," the male reporter next to the photographer gave him a cold look and squeezed in front of him.
Shan Yatong sat higher than the reporter. He naturally saw this scene, smiled, and turned his eyes to the other side, "Do you have any questions to communicate with me?"
The reporter's attitude is obviously much better than before, and the questions he started to ask are much slower than before.
"Aya, how did it feel to be electrocuted for the first time when cooperating with Xiaotianwang this time?"
Shan Yatong thought for a while, "If you use two words to describe it, it should be joy and novelty. The so-called joy is because I have got many opportunities that newcomers can hardly get. I cooperate with major international directors and play with Xiao brother. , This is all extremely lucky. Novelty is because as a newcomer, I have never had such an experience. Although filming is more difficult than imagined, it makes people feel that everything is wonderful, which is completely different from the usual feeling of shooting MV Similarly, I believe that this movie will not let everyone down, and even give everyone unlimited surprises."
Shan Yatong’s words are clear and logical. This is not like a newcomer who has just entered the Tao, but like a big player who has been in the entertainment industry for many years. It is precisely because of this that his performance is even more so The reporters believed what he said.
Humans always like to believe in their own intuition, although this intuition is most likely to be wrong.
Lu Fan has been quietly watching the boy face the reporter's questions with ease. The more he is like this, the more he feels that this boy is the one sent by the heavens to compensate his fate, and he will surely hold the brightest star again.
"Ya Tong, do you have anything to explain about what Yuanwen said to you this time?" A reporter brought up the sensitive topic again.
Shan Yatong lightly touched the tabletop, thinking with her face, as if embarrassed, "Explanation, um•••" He lifted slightly, his face was incredibly soft under the light, "Actually, there is nothing to explain, maybe I look like this in his eyes. I have always been a hindrance in the combination and have caused him a lot of trouble, but because of a company, he has always tolerated me who is always troublesome."
The reporters looked at each other. They thought they would see a war of words between the two sides, but they didn't expect that Yuanwen's impact would only hit the soft cotton?
Every reporter is a little disappointed when he can't see the war of words. Only when there are quarrels, there are points to watch, when there are points to watch, there are drafts to write, and only drafts to write can make money. They seem to be able to see the renminbi flying away.
Yang Jun, who was standing on the side, rolled his eyes in a corner where no one noticed. The guy was so kind. He tried to figure out how interesting these words were. These reporters didn’t expect it to explode now, only found in Shan Yatong’s words. A "deep level" thing so that you can deal with the newspaper. If this goes on, you don't know what the Yuanwen written by the reporter will look like. I hope Yuanwen has a good reputation in the media.
The reporter continued to ask some questions, but Shan Yatong's invisible Tai Chi was beaten to the limit, and the press conference ended.
After Shan Yatong retreated to the backstage, she tiredly sat on the sofa and rubbed her forehead, closed her eyes and said, "Yang Jun, give me a cup of black tea."
A cup of warm tea house came to his hand and felt the temperature of the tea. He smiled reluctantly, "Thank you," opened his eyes and saw that he was indeed an extremely handsome man. The man was looking at him with a smile. Obviously it was him who handed him the tea just now.
Holding the tea in her palm, Shan Yatong smiled lightly, "Hello, thank you."
"You are doing very well," the man folded his hands on his chest, leaning against the wall and squinting at Shan Yatong, with a sharp smile hidden in his smile.
Shan Yatong lowered his eyes slightly, raised his head and looked at the man blankly, "Performance?"
"Heh," he didn't seem to put him pretending to be stupid, the man rubbed his smooth chin, "you don't understand what I mean?"
Shan Yatong played with the quilt in her hand and looked at the auspicious cloud pattern on the quilt mirror, "What do you want me to understand, sir?"
Lu Fan wanted to push away the hand in the backstage lounge and paused. The slightly opened door of the room was clearly talking. One of them was Shan Yatong, and the other was his boss, Tang Ruanqing.
Yang Jun, who was following him, saw Lu Fan's move, and wisely put down his steps and stood quietly behind Lu Fan.
"Are you very experienced in dealing with reporters," Tang Ruanqing said with a little smile. "A newcomer can do better than a first-line artist. It's a surprise."
Lu Fan couldn't help but push the door slightly open, and the situation in the house could roughly be seen clearly.
"Surprised more, or more joyful?" Shan Yatong took a sip of black tea, put the tea cup on the coffee table next to him, stood up and smiled and stretched out his hand, "It's nice to meet you, President."
"Me too," Tang Ruanqing was not surprised at Shan Yatong's recognition of herself. He held the opponent's hand, suddenly leaned down, and whispered in the other's ear, "I look forward to your better performance."
This was an ambiguous action, and it seemed to the two people behind the door that Tang Ruanqing lowered his head and kissed Shan Yatong's cheek.
"Naturally, you won't be disappointed," Shan Yatong didn't seem to notice how ambiguous this action was, but looked at Tang Ruanqing and smiled slightly.
Both of them smiled and looked at each other, and then each stepped back.
"You look like a person," Tang Ruanqing said suddenly.
"I think I have always been a person," Shan Yatong said with a smile, "Does Tang always think that I just look like a person?"
"Of course you are a beautiful boy," Tang Ruanqing continued, "It's just that you are more neutral than that man. I really want to know if that arrogant man knows that there is a boy who is only 19 years old. What will the classics once created look like."
The smile on Shan Yatong's face disappeared. He wouldn't think that Tang Ruanqing came to see him to remember her old friend. If that was the case, then the man in front of him was not Tang Ruanqing.
He suddenly turned his head to look at the half-covered door, just to meet Shang Lu Fan's gaze.
Her eyes met, then Shan Yatong watched Lu Fan help him close the door.
Lu Fan closed the door and looked at the door behind him with a slight frown. Did Shan Yatong already know that he and Yang Jun were behind the door?
"What's wrong? Was it discovered?" Yang Jun asked curiously when he saw that his expression was not normal.
"An assistant knows too much, not necessarily a good thing," Lu Fan glanced at him, turned and walked away.
Yang Jun was startled slightly, and he knew something in his heart, only as if he hadn't seen anything, and walked to another lounge.
Lu Fan is far less calm than Yang Jun, because only he knows that Tang Ruanqing would not have too much contact with his artists, but he took the initiative to approach Shan Yatong, and chose the way of private contact, and the entertainment company owner In private contact with artists, mostly for •••
A few years ago, country H had such scandals, and in the end even actresses committed suicides. Although these things were violent, they still ended up in the end.
In this circle, it is common for artists to be ruled by wealthy people, but he did not expect that this time it would be Tang Ruanqing and Shan Yatong.
Seeing that the door was closed, Shan Yatong turned her head to look at Tang Ruanqing, "What does Mr. Tang mean?"
Tang Ruanqing sat down where Shan Yatong was sitting before, and said with a smile, "You seem to be very sensitive, but in this way, let the eavesdropper leave."
"I don't think I will do this, Mr. Tang will let them leave too." Shan Yatong sat down on another single sofa.
Tang Ruanqing carefully watched the boy sitting sideways, with a familiar smile at the corner of his mouth. He turned his head to look out of the window. Above the twelve floors, all he saw were tall buildings. What are they? Invisible to human eyes, such as the legendary soul.
"You still do Tai Chi like this, Jing Anjue."
He heard what he said in his heart so plainly.
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