The commotion outside the elevator attracted the attention of the modeling agency. HR stood up, walked out of the glass room, and stared at the place where the commotion occurred. For a time, the models in the company, those who had not had time to leave after the interview or were waiting for the interview, also gathered around curiously.
Seeing this posture, Song Wenbin felt bad and wanted to leave with a cold face. But he was immediately pushed back.
"You were the one who bullied Jiajia that night?"
A tall woman glared at Song Wenbin and said angrily.
"I didn't bully her."
Song Wenbin said cautiously.
"You still have the nerve to talk!"
Jiajia felt aggrieved and burst into tears, feeling so sad.
Song Wenbin didn't feel that he had anything to feel sorry for Jiajia. His live broadcast was indeed effective, but he did not hurt Jiajia. At most, he only teased her. He didn't know why Jiajia had such a big reaction when she saw him.
The tall woman pointed at Song Wenbin's chest and cursed: "Forget about the scandalous things you did, you posted the video of that night online! You are really shameless, you can do anything you want to get angry!"
"I don't."
Song Wenbin said.
A girl swiped her phone and after she finished swiping it, she pointed it at Song Wenbin's face, "No, is this face yours?"
Song Wenbin took a look, and sure enough he saw his face under the dense barrage, and also saw the content of his live broadcast that night.
He was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't have a station D account."
He really hadn't had time to open station D yet. He originally wanted to wait until he had more fans to open it, but it was blocked before he could open it.
But this defense is undoubtedly pale. You can figure it out with your toes. It should have been uploaded by one of his fans. Song Wenbin felt a little resentful in his heart. He was not blocked for reposting his live broadcast content, but he himself was blocked. , where can I explain this?
"And you said you didn't!"
Jiajia burst into tears, "Those people are commenting below that I am a gold digger! What are you talking about? You are still saying that I am not a fool!"
Song Wenbin couldn't help laughing.
He immediately stopped smiling.
But this smile undoubtedly stirred up a hornet's nest.
"He laughs!! He still laughs!!"
Screams came and went, as if seeing Chen Shimei reincarnated.
Song Wenbin aroused public outrage, and immediately some people came up to tear his hair, and some wanted to slap him. The commotion caused the boss and photographer working in the company to rush out and try to defuse the commotion. However, the angry girls formed a human wall and pushed Song Wenbin forward.
When the HR of Seal Group saw this formation, he couldn't help but marvel. He asked the short-haired woman next to him what happened, but the short-haired woman just shook her head. She didn't know what happened.
However, the well-informed receptionist found out the truth after a little questioning. She covered her mouth and exclaimed: "That guy in the motorcycle suit is an internet celebrity."
"Internet celebrity?"
"Yeah, it seems like he's an anchor with millions of fans!"
As she said that, she took out her mobile phone and searched on site D. She quickly found a video and handed it to HR: "Look, there is a video with more than 500,000 likes!"
The HR and the short-haired woman both looked at the mobile phone at the front desk.
...
At this time, the commotion outside intensified. The company's photographer called the security guard downstairs. After hearing the news, the security guard in black came over and shouted with a loudspeaker. Then he pulled the angry women away. At this moment, Song Wenbin There were many stains on his face and his hair was messy.
Of course, this was not what made Song Wenbin the most angry, because he saw that the AGV motorcycle helmet Ma Qiang gave him was trampled and cracked in the chaos. That helmet is very expensive and is Ma Qiang's favorite thing.
"You stepped on my helmet!"
Song Wenbin picked up the helmet from the ground and said with suppressed anger.
"Scumbag!"
The girls hugged each other and responded confidently and contemptuously: "You deserve it!"
Song Wenbin failed to find a job and was already in a bad mood. He was even more angry after being tormented like this. He no longer wanted to calm things down and immediately stepped forward and asked the tall woman who was protecting Jiajia. : "I am a scumbag, am I a scumbag to you?"
"What are you doing!?"
Seeing Song Wenbin approaching, the tall girl shouted loudly: "Do you still want to hit someone? Do you still want to hit a girl?"
All the girls agreed.
People around him quickly came to break up the fight and advised Song Wenbin to forget it.
Song Wenbin didn't think about it. He walked aside, grabbed the speaker from the security guard's hand, and yelled directly at the speaker: "Does it make sense that you have a loud voice? Does it make sense that you have a loud voice?"
The sound of the loudspeaker was so loud that it shocked the tall girl for a moment. When things happened like this, Song Wenbin no longer had any scruples. He pointed at the girls with the loudspeaker and scolded: "Put a scum on my forehead." Are you all clean of the male label? Ah, yes, I am a scumbag. I am a scumbag who is proficient in reciting core socialist quotations and has never slept with a woman at the age of 25. I see all the fresh clothes here Angry horse, exquisite makeup, I think all of them can conquer countless men. Also, what else can you talk about in private apart from things with men. Oops, I forgot, you must also talk about Hermès and LV. . But what can I say, after all, you must always be clean and correct, right? Your Excellency, the victim."
He hit Jiajia's ears with a trumpet, and Jiajia covered her ears and screamed.
"Get out!!"
"You keep scolding me, scumbag!!"
The tall woman hugged Jiajia and roared.
"Did I sleep with you?"
Song Wenbin shouted back with a loudspeaker: "Did I sleep with your friend? Why have you changed from a scumbag to a scumbag again? Do you feel like a princess just because you put on some exquisite makeup? Why do you look like this to me? I don’t have much tutoring. Why didn’t you call the police if you think I did something wrong? Why didn’t you go to court to sue me? Why are you surrounding me here and not letting me go? If you tell me to get out, I’ll get out!”
"You don't have a tutor!"
The tall woman roared, her aura diminished by a head.
Song Wenbin pointed to the scratches on his face and said: "Miss, your face is cleaner than mine. It's the blood on my face, not yours. If I don't have a tutor, what will you do? Do you want to have such double standards?" . How many times have you torn someone's pussy before you are so skilled? Come on, come on, miss, tell me why you are so skilled?"
The tall woman was yelled down by the loudspeaker, and the remaining group of people were also silenced by the sound of the loudspeaker. Maybe they had never seen a man using a loudspeaker to yell at a group of women without using curse words. .
Song Wenbin's thinking was clear and fluent. He walked past a group of girls like a military parade with a trumpet, and said sadly: "You are so capable, one by one, holding a group, wearing a hat, throwing dirty water, labeling, double labeling, I am really played by you guys! Why don’t you go to work at the BBC when you have such ability, just know how to criticize your own people here? Speaking of which, all of them are girls, they are easy to coax, and they are emotional animals at every turn. Why do I think you guys How can you be so rational when you apply labels and play double standards? Why do you become rational when you see an electric car, and emotional when you see a Porsche? It’s so strange!!”
Jiajia's expression was dull and she could no longer speak.
However, anyone could feel that there was some explosive emotion brewing under the short silence. Song Wenbin did not dare to stay. He touched the elevator button and the elevator door opened. He stepped back into the elevator and was about to leave.
But just as the elevator door was about to close, a pair of hands inserted directly into the door and stopped the closed elevator.
Song Wenbin was shocked. He didn't want to really reason with the girls or quarrel. He just wanted to shock these violent women and then run away with oil on his feet. Has his innermost thoughts been seen through?
But the person who opened the elevator door was none other than the HR who had just interviewed him. He pointed at Song Wenbin, his chest heaving violently and said, "You...it's you...!"
Song Wenbin pressed against the elevator wall, licked his lips, and did not dare to move.
"You are! Who are you! Misogynistic me!!"
HR shouted out Song Wenbin's online name excitedly.
Song Wenbin nodded slowly, a trace of sweat dripping from his forehead.
HR showed a relieved smile and said with emotion: "God, I finally found the right candidate! Who else is more suitable for this job than you!!"
Song Wenbin looked at the group of women behind him who were gradually reacting, sweat dripping from his forehead.
HR held the elevator door with one hand, and reached out to Song Wenbin who was posted on the elevator wall with the other hand, and said: "As expected of an Internet celebrity with millions of fans, it's amazing. I now believe that you don't like women from the bottom of your heart! Even if you don't like women from the bottom of your heart! I have never watched your live broadcast, but after listening to your speech, I started to hate women, which is incredible!”
Song Wenbin's eyes widened and he sweated more and more.
"Come on, join the seals!"
The man said excitedly: "We need you!"
"You, behind you..."
Song Wenbin trembled, half of his body already pressed to the ground because of too much fear.
"What's wrong?"
HR is still immersed in the joy of finding the perfect guest, unaware of everything happening around him.
Until a gust of cold wind woke him up, he looked back and saw several girls surrounding him, with red eyes and clenched fists, looking like they were choosing to devour others, "Sure enough...we're all in the same boat, men, there's no such thing." A good thing..." the tall woman in the lead said through gritted teeth.
HR swallowed. Song Wenbin saw that the woman's eyes had changed from looking at humans to looking at cockroaches. She didn't dare to linger. He immediately put the broken helmet on his head, lowered his head and knocked out of the elevator in an aerodynamic posture. , and fled towards the stairs desperately.
HR shouted behind him: "Where are you going! I'm waiting for your answer!"
"Brother, please wish yourself well!"
Song Wenbin said.
