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On Lin Zixuan's side, he was also looking at the various comments online with a dumbfounded expression.

A day passed, and the development of the matter was somewhat unexpected.

These companies were quite sneaky. They didn't come forward themselves and incited the netizens 'emotions to create pressure for him.

Even the specific price had been revealed. It was obvious that someone had deliberately revealed it.

However, there were at least seven or eight companies that offered 50 million.

Lin Zixuan couldn't kill them all with one hit.

After thinking for a while, Lin Zixuan felt that what was the use of an online fishing boat?

It would not affect his life.

The value of The Voice was definitely more than this little bit of money. He had no guilt, so what did it have to do with him what others said?

Moreover, this small impact was only temporary. When The Voice of China became even more popular, the netizens 'opinions would naturally change.

After thinking it through, he threw the matter on the Internet to the back of his mind.

Lying on the bed, Lin Zixuan received a message from Jiang Xiaobai.

"Tomorrow morning at 9 am, there will be a press conference in the television station's conference hall.”

The popularity of The Voice in recent days made many reporters envious.

In addition, he had Lin Tingye behind him. As the top second-generation heir in the country, a lot of attention was focused on him.

They all wanted to interview this young and promising rich second-generation heir.

People wanted to understand these things that they had never come into contact with.

He wasn't surprised and replied calmly," Got it."”

She threw her phone aside and fell asleep.

The next morning, hundreds of people swarmed into Mango TV Station's building.

It used to be a second-rate television station, so it had a lot of space to prepare.

It was more than 300 square meters and could accommodate 150 people at the same time.

It was more than enough to deal with these reporters.

Before Lin Zixuan arrived, two or three familiar reporters gathered together and discussed.

"I heard that this program has a total investment of 500 million yuan. I have to ask how it was spent later.”

"He's already in his twenties, but he still has a girlfriend and no scandals. To be honest, I don't believe it.”

"Don't you think your question is a little off? At least pay more attention to the voice itself?”

"A good voice itself? Why is he so popular?"

"Your question is too low-level. You should at least care about the relationship between the instructors.”

"I heard that Zhou Jielun and Xie Tingfeng almost got into a fight over a student.

It was only when the staff came up to dissuade the two of them that they stopped. No one knew what happened after that.”

"By the way, aren't you going to ask about the sky-high advertising space?”

"Isn't this the main point of everyone's visit today?

Your boss should have told you what to ask, right?”

While they were chatting, Lin Zixuan walked in.

"Time is of the essence. If there are any questions, please ask quickly.”Lin Zixuan said.

"May I ask, Station Head Lin, what are your thoughts on The Voice's success?”a reporter asked.

"The Voice's success is inevitable because it has enough content and appreciation.”Lin Zixuan replied.

"When The Voice was first founded, what kind of mentality did you have?

Are you trying to make yourself a celebrity?" The reporter asked again.

"How is that possible? If one had to say it, one was to help those who had dreams, and the other was to make a good variety show.

The two coincidentally came together, giving birth to The Voice of China.”Lin Zixuan replied.

Seeing that it had been such a meaningless topic, some people began to feel a little restless.

"Zhou Jielun and Xie Tingfeng quarreling on stage, do you think it will affect their personal relationship?”reporter asked

"The reason why they quarreled was entirely because of their love for talent.

There was no conflict between the two of them, so how could it affect their personal relationship?

The situation was similar to a competitive competition. Friendship came first, and competition came second.”Lin Zixuan did not panic in the face of the reporters 'difficulties. He spoke with confidence under the gazes of dozens of people.

Lin Zixuan's words left the reporters unable to refute.

If she continued to hold onto the issue of this show creating conflicts between celebrities, she would appear to be too narrow-minded.

A fatal question had been easily resolved by Lin Zixuan, which made the reporter feel a little unwilling.

Fortunately, this wasn't the main dish today, so it was still acceptable.

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, the others also began to stir.

However, the question wasn't too sharp at first."Do you know about the sky-high advertising fees? Was it the company's decision, or was it your idea?”The reporter asked.

"I know about this, and I was the one who instructed it. I don't think there's anything wrong with the price I offered.”

Lin Zixuan openly admitted to this matter.

Everyone was surprised.

Nowadays, the situation on the internet was so serious.

They were all criticizing Mango TV for not only rejecting the sky-high advertising fees, but also trying to make more money through auctions.

Lin Zixuan actually dared to stand up and admit that it was his decision at this critical moment.

We respect you for being a man, but we are forced by our profession. Don't blame us for not showing mercy.

"Then do you know how much the advertising fee for an A-list program is now?”The reporter continued to ask.

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