Chapter 413: 【413】Invited? Invited by whom?_1
The next morning, Tang Feng dressed up carefully, preparing to head to Zhonghai TV.
Last night, Mao Anyi said she would compensate him, which excited him for quite a while.
But her final remark, “I’ll give you a free promotion,” instantly snuffed out the mischievous spark in its cradle.
According to her, the idea was to help promote his Elegant Pavilion.
Despite his disappointnt, he felt it could actually be a good promotional opportunity.
While he was still a hot topic, it would be advantageous to ride the wave and drum up more heat for Elegant Pavilion.
...
In the end, he made one condition, that is, he would only consent to a text interview without showing his face.
This left Mao Anyi utterly baffled; while everyone else was breaking their necks for a chance to be on cara, he had such a great opportunity and yet didn’t want to appear on screen.
But since Tang Feng insisted, she ultimately had to swap the video interview for a text one.
The two agreed to et today at Zhonghai TV.
Although Zhonghai TV is just a city-level station, its high-quality programs, paired with a beauty like Miss Mao Anyi as a host, have earned it a sizeable audience in other counties and cities of South Yue Province.
According to Mao Anyi, the provincial TV station tried to poach her several tis.
But the station head refused to let her go, fearing that their ratings would plumt without her.
Tang Feng, though skeptical there was so exaggeration in her story, had to admit that Mao Anyi was absolutely pivotal to Zhonghai TV.
Without her, the ratings would indeed take a big hit.
He arrived at the TV station around nine-thirty in the morning.
Mao Anyi had already been waiting for him at the entrance.
Employees entering and leaving the TV station all took the initiative to greet her.
And Mao Anyi, true to her status as the station’s leading host, responded to everyone with courtesy and warmth.
“Tang Feng.”
When Mao Anyi saw Tang Feng stepping out of the Ferrari, she hurriedly waved her hand.
The workers passing by all looked at Tang Feng in surprise.
To have the station’s top host personally co to greet him, how influential must he be?
However, upon seeing Tang Feng, these people all wore puzzled expressions, clearly not recognizing which big shot he was.
Tang Feng didn’t pay any attention to their gazes and casually walked up to Mao Anyi, “Miss Mao coming down to et personally, I’m truly flattered.”
Mao Anyi glared at him with annoyance, “Good to know. So in return, you better give so explosive material during the interview as a thank-you gift.”
“There’s plenty of explosive material to share, I assure you, I just wonder if you dare to air it all.”
Tang Feng joked in response.
Actually, he was very aware of why Mao Anyi valued him so much.
It certainly wasn’t because of his identity as an appraiser.
A re appraiser wouldn’t command such esteem.
It was mainly because of his relationship with Ouyang Yushan.
Mao Anyi had infuriated Gao Shichang, so if she didn’t quickly find soone to back her, who knew what troubles might befall her.
He had rely basked in the light of Ouyang Yushan.
Yet he didn’t really care. After all, how often do adults possess purely altruistic friendships? Mostly, it’s just mutual exploitation.
Mao Anyi clearly understood the principle of returning a favor. Hence, she took the initiative to invite him for the TV promotion.
The two chatted warmly as they entered the TV station.
The people behind them started murmuring among themselves.
“Who is that guy? To have Mao Anyi personally greet him.”
“Could he be a newcor from an entertainnt company? He’s quite handso, do you know his na?”
“He’s not from the entertainnt circle; he seems to be from the antiques circle. I saw his picture in the group chat a couple of days ago, he’s a newly debuted appraiser.”
“An appraiser? Are appraisers so good-looking nowadays?”
“Guess he’s been packaged for the role? Don’t all the idol stars these days need to create a persona?”
“Tsk tsk, even the nerd persona isn’t rare anymore, and now they’re setting up appraisers as role models? Impressive…”
Tang Feng was oblivious to their discussions; otherwise, he might have beco exasperated.
What do they an ‘packaged’? He’s got genuine talent!
As Mao Anyi explained the operations of the TV station with enthusiasm, she led him to a conference room.
“Is this your first ti being interviewed? Are you nervous?”
Mao Anyi poured him a glass of water and then sat across from him.
“What’s there to be nervous about? I’ve been through much bigger events than this,” Tang Feng said, though he couldn’t deny feeling a bit on edge.
Mao Anyi couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckled softly, “Relax, we’re only doing a text interview today; you won’t need to show your face.”
Tang Feng glanced around, “And it’s happening here?”
“Of course not. Because it’s a last-minute addition, the staff needs so ti to coordinate,” Mao Anyi explained and handed him a docunt, “Here are the questions we plan to ask today. Go through them so you won’t be caught off guard later.”
Tang Feng hadn’t anticipated so much hassle.
He thought it was just a casual chat before going back.
Luckily, it was only a promotional interview and the questions in the docunt weren’t particularly tricky and were easy to answer.
As they were reviewing the docunt, the conference room door suddenly swung open.
Tang Feng looked back and saw a man walking in.
The man, around thirty, was quite handso, especially with his glossy well-combed pompadour and the well-tailored suit, exuding a certain suave air.
Such a man should be very popular with the ladies.
Yet, when Mao Anyi saw him, a visible look of distaste flickered in her eyes.
But she was quick to hide it and promptly put on a polite smile, “Fan Guang, you could’ve at least knocked before entering, couldn’t you?”
“I didn’t know soone was in the conference room,” the man casually replied and then glanced at Tang Feng, seemingly curious, “Oh, an interview is it?”
Mao Anyi frowned slightly, “Yes, Mr. Tang is an up-and-coming star in the antiques world, and he’s here today by special invitation for an interview.”
“Special invitation? By whom?”
The man sat on the conference table with insolent ease, casting a flippant gaze at Mao Anyi.
Reviews
All reviews (0)