1489: C1489 Press Conference 2

C1489 Press Conference 2

1"I also think I have too much money to spend."

"Then, sir, if you know about this, why do you still support Miss Hua Mo? Why not have another rookie support him? Maybe the new person has even greater potential? "

Wendu twitched his mouth at the reporter who asked: "This is my last question to you, I hope you can leave after I finish."

"Firstly, I don't support Hua Mo for the sake of earning money. Secondly, I don't support the newbies because they're not Hua Mo. Thirdly, Hua Mo is unique in this world, not only in her voice, but in her heart as well!"

After Wendu finished his answer, the reporters were once again in an uproar.

At this moment, the polite reporter from before asked another question.

"Boss, may I ask if you are the boss above the Doodle Platform? I've heard your songs before. Can you tell me why you didn't sing? If you were an artiste, I believe you'd be all over the world in less than half a year. "

"Haha …" "Thank you for your praise." Wendu laughed out loud, "Bro, your eyes are really good. I believe you all know the system behind the Doodle Platform, it's very easy to be the host, it only takes a dollar to open a live broadcast room. Of course, if you start a live broadcast and still play at a moderate pace, it only proves that you are not talented enough."

"Although I personally did a live broadcast of the time and achieved a lot, but I can't stay idle. I can't stand having to sit in front of a computer for a long time. Furthermore, I don't rely on that money to make money, so I believe you will be satisfied with this answer."

The reporter who asked the question nodded, "Thank you for your reply, but I'm a bit regretful. Unfortunately, I don't have many opportunities to listen to your singing anymore."

"Haha, I don't think so." Wendu answered happily.

"Don't tell me that Miss Hua Mo is about to produce a new song? Don't tell me that you have to personally support her!" The reporter was surprised for a moment and then immediately became overjoyed.

Hearing this question, Wendu was ecstatic. This reporter really had eyes. He asked everything he wanted to say in a questionable manner.

At this time, Murong Xiaochen also came to Wendu's side: "Five days later, 'Nirvana' will be born. Of course, Wendu and I will sing this song together, I hope my true love fans will like it."

"May I ask Miss Hua Mo if you want to hold a concert after the album is released? If possible, I would like to reserve three tickets first. The reporter also laughed loudly."

"I don't have any plans for now. I'll let you know as soon as possible if you leave your phone behind for the concert."

"That's great." The reporter quickly put down the microphone and took out a small notebook from his pocket, then quickly wrote down his number. He handed his hands over to Wendu, "Director, this is my contact number. If there's a chance, I'll treat you to a meal."

Actually, Wendu had wanted this reporter's number since a long time ago, but in his current state, he was too embarrassed to open his mouth. He didn't expect that Murong Xiaochen was sure that he had solved this problem.

The number of reporters suddenly decreased because they felt that the entire press conference had become the reporter's home ground.

Of course, this was also their fault. Some reporters just wanted to ask some standard questions to gain some unreliable insider information to earn money.

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