Chapter 655: Chapter 655: Doesn’t it Mean Admitting Defeat?
[Is this what you call stepping into the ring? As a bystander, can I say I’ve decided to side with JS after seeing Rong Yan get slapped like that?]
[Oh, that slap, tsk tsk, the fans are about to hit the battlefield to defend their idol.]
[I’ve always loved JS chocolate; it tastes super delicious. It’s often hard to find domestically, and I usually ask people to buy it for me when they go abroad.]
[In terms of chocolate brands, JS is just way cooler. This slap in the face really hurt, and I’m the bad guy here, what do I do? I really feel like laughing now. How long is that trending search going to stay up, anyway?]
There were tens of thousands of brilliant comments below, apart from some of her fans trying to take control of the situation, the rest of the bystanders and Rong Yan’s fans were all mocking her.
Rong Weiwei’s face turned blue, and her fingertips were trembling.
Just then, her Weibo chimed with a notification—a new repost message popped up.
She opened the notification.
It was from Little Demon Rong, who had reposted that response to a passerby with just one sentence, “I’m ready, bring on the slander.”]
Rong Weiwei’s teeth clamped down tightly, and her meticulously made-up face instantly paled.
What did she mean by that?
Humiliating her in front of so many people and deliberately reposting her Weibo at this time—was she mocking her?
The brand’s marketing staff, anxious and flustered over the reversed public opinion online, looked towards their leader, “Kimi, what do we do now?”
If they don’t handle it soon, the first thing to go downhill would be their brand’s reputation.
The executives at the brand, a shift from their previous arrogance, had veins throbbing on their foreheads and growled in irritation, “What are you waiting for? Pull the trending search down now! Do you really need to ask me for such a simple task? Figure out a way to get rid of all trending searches, and also retract all the ads we had arranged to go up on news portals, replacing them with our old ads. Hurry up, the sooner the better!”
Rong Weiwei felt like she’d been slapped across the face as she looked towards the brand’s executives, dissatisfied, “Kimi, I’ve already filmed the adverts. What do you mean by pulling them now?”
The brand’s executives were impatient with her, looking at her as if she were bad luck incarnate, and spoke dismissively, “Given the current situation, it’s not possible for me to let things escalate any further. I know you can’t swallow your pride and want to compete with Rong Yan, but our brand has no obligation to play along with you.”
“But I invested time and hard work into filming that advert!” Rong Weiwei emphasized unwillingly.
She couldn’t let the advert be pulled, wouldn’t it just show she’d lost even more embarrassingly?
The brand’s executives couldn’t care less about her, they simple repurposed the script they had previously used on Rong Yan, just swapping a few words around, “Miss Rong, we did sign a contract for the advert. It’s clearly stated in the contract that you’re only responsible for filming the advert. As for when we release it and where—it’s our business, not something for you to worry about. We now feel it’s inappropriate and want to pull the advert—if you’re dissatisfied, go read the contract!”
The contract, the contract!
The contract was the excuse she’d come up with to humiliate Rong Yan, but in a blink, it had become an excuse for others to humiliate her, how could she stand for that?
Her fingernails dug in, and she bit her lip, “We haven’t settled the score with JS yet. Pulling the advert now, isn’t that tantamount to admitting we’ve lost?”