Zheng Miying won the endorsement contract, and Su Zhuangtang was so happy.

The agents find it incredible.

"Sister Miying, we can get that limited skirt! Mr. Su said he would give it to you immediately, and he would only wear it alone!"

Zheng Miying was a little dazed.

Could this Su Wanying feel guilty towards Chen Qingzhi and compensate me?

Why do you feel sour in your heart?

At this time, Su Zhuangtang Company was in trouble.

"Sister Wanying, the concert organizer called and asked us to leave that limited edition skirt, they want to keep it for the Bullets."

Su Wanying frowned: "Isn't the Bullets band a boy band? And they are from Goryeo. Why do they want girls' skirts?"

Shen Bingyue rubbed her head: "It was the lead singer of the Bullets band. His dancer liked that skirt very much and said she wanted to wear it when she performed!"

Su Wanying was furious: "A dancer who broke the band actually competed for a skirt with Zheng Miying? What qualifications do she have? Tell the organizer that it is impossible!"

As a sponsor, Su Zhuangtang directly rejected the Bullets' request, which made the other party very dissatisfied.

The concert is about to be held, and the Bullet Orchestra speaks that as long as Su Zhuangtang is a sponsor, he will not attend the concert.

This was a stolen hornet's nest. The fans of the band online cursed and wanted to eat Su Wanying raw.

"Fans who like the Bullet Band brothers unite, we must boycott Su Zhuangtang in full!"

"Yes, what kind of broken company, I don't even want to perform with my brothers. That Su Wanying must be an ugly monster!"

All kinds of crazy speeches are endless.

Although more netizens fully support Su Zhuangtang, those fans and little girls have a lot of energy.

Most of them are only rich only daughters at home. At this time, they spend money to buy water troops and gather to cause trouble online, which instead suppresses the righteous speeches of other netizens.

The strangest thing is that the attitudes of the senior management of the Magic City and the propaganda department are ambiguous.

Especially the organizer of this concert, he did not say a word and clearly stated that he supported the Bullet Orchestra.

Not long after, the news came that Su Zhuangtang was kicked out of the ranks of sponsors, and Huanglong Group from the Donghai Dragon Valve officially entered the concert!

Huanglong Group used to be hidden underground and made a fortune by illegal business. Now it has come to the stage and has actually received support from the senior management of the Magic City!

"On behalf of the Propaganda Department of the Magic City and the official preparer of this concert, I ordered you to send that limited dress within 24 hours and apologize to the Bullets Band!"

A guy in his thirties, with a greasy head and powdery face appeared outside Su Zhuangtang's office and said proudly.

"Remember, the Bullets Orchestra is a performing guest we invited from Nan Goryeo. This is an internationally renowned band. For the sake of the overall situation and for the hospitality of our Magic City, we must apologize! You little girls, you are still making trouble when you open a small company. Is it going to cause an international incident? The impact is too bad, do you know!"

With a loud voice, the official who was still clamoring was slapped by Su Wanying!

This time, even Jin Jingjing was shocked.

No one would have thought that Su Wanying was so straightforward and directly slapped her in the face to show her attitude!

"I support Zheng Miying! I support Chinese stars, I can't imagine this skirt, the bullet band!"

Su Wanying was loud and loud, and he was not polite.

The guy with greasy head and pink face covered his face and screamed: "You're done! You Su Zhuangtang is finished! You offended the organizer, Huanglong Group, and our leader of the Demon City!"

He gritted his teeth and called nearby security personnel directly to order the investigation of Su Zhuangtang Company as the leader secretary.

"Find an excuse and search for that skirt for me!"
Chapter completed!