Shen Peipei’s appearance was a veritable storm for Zhuancheng’s journalists.
As a well-known domestic movie star, her every move brought incomparable traffic.
Journalists who were lazy a moment ago turned as energetic as if they had been injected with chicken blood, with flashes going off non-stop beneath the stage, wishing they could burn through all their film in one go.
Shen Peipei had long been accustomed to handling such scenes, maintaining a professional smile from start to finish.
After the models had left the stage, Shen Peipei still stood gracefully in the center, waving to the crowd below.
Allowing the journalists to take countless photos of her dressed in brand-name attire.
The closest newspapers and the most well-informed quickly sent people over, unwilling to waste even a second.
The journalists present didn’t take their eyes off Shen Peipei, already beginning to think about how they would write the news piece.
With Shen Peipei vouching for Yue Xiaofang, the value of the opening ceremony was completely different.
Although Jia Shaoyuan tried to bribe the newspapers with small favors, for these media, nothing was more important than traffic.
Newspapers that reported old news about some celebrities could sell out instantly.
At this moment, a big star was right in front of them—if they could get the latest news and some exclusive scoops, it would bring unimaginable sales to their newspapers.
Shen Peipei hadn’t made it this far by being a naive sweetheart.
Although her initial intention was indeed to help her son by supporting Yue Xiaofang, after wearing Xiaofang’s designs and hearing some company affairs from Liu Pingxiu, Shen Peipei developed a different opinion.
This company had potential investment value and a unique brand style.
If it could persist, it would secure a broader market in the future.
Determined to give full assistance, Shen Peipei simply gestured for the host to pass her the microphone.
She divulged some information through a Q&A with the journalists, ensuring they’d have material to write about when they returned.
Media and celebrities have always complemented each other—one provides the scoops, the other provides the traffic.
Deeply understanding this interplay, Shen Peipei preferred to control the flow rather than letting journalists go back and write small articles based on pictures.
Yue Xiaofang immediately understood Shen Peipei’s intent and instructed Liu Pingxiu to give the microphone to the journalists.
The journalists asked eagerly.
"Ms. Shen Peipei, are you the spokesperson for Fangfei Clothing Company?"
"Why choose to represent such an obscure brand?"
Shen Peipei replied with a friendly smile, "Strictly speaking, I should be considered a fashion model today. I really like Director Yue’s designs. These clothes are refreshing and have a master’s flair, fitting very well with Chinese people’s aesthetic taste."
"As you all know, I’ve attended some fashion shows abroad, and such events are still rare in our country. However, I believe our nation is continuously developing, and that applies to all industries, including the fashion industry. I hope to see more companies like Director Yue’s flourish and incorporate Chinese elements into fashion."
"Just now I heard some media irresponsibly referring to Director Yue’s team as ’the widow’s brigade.’ That is a very unreasonable nickname. I prefer to describe them as a ’Women’s Army,’ as the song goes, ’Through wind and rain, like steel roses.’
"Perhaps only women truly understand women’s aesthetics. My admiration for Director Yue is also the main reason I am standing here today."
Shen Peipei’s measured speech brought the atmosphere at the scene to a peak.
She, adept at navigating media waters, knew precisely how to guide public opinion.
And Zhuancheng’s journalists, in the presence of such a high-profile figure as Shen Peipei, didn’t dare to alter her words at will.
Soon enough, many people followed Shen Peipei’s lead.
They raved about Yue Xiaofang’s company and designs, keen to set her up as a model for contemporary female entrepreneurship.
Yue Qingqing watched the stage with an admiring face, "Junior Brother, your mom is incredible."
Gong Qiming hummed, "Not bad, she’s inherited a bit of my true skill."
Yue Xiaofang, who stood beside them, "..."
The kid looked like he might deserve a bit of a beating.