Chapter 28 The Media Giant, the Situation Is Reversed

"Now, find her and find out everything related to her!"

The Countess stood in front of her large wooden desk, poking at Cruella in the newspaper vigorously.

In front of her was her bald butler, secretary with gold-rimmed glasses, and a bearded personal lawyer.

The three lowered their heads in embarrassment, without saying a word, letting the countess' saliva spray on them.

"I remember that she is a witch, and I used our relationship in the wizarding world to find her. Then, just like many of my previous opponents, destroy her in one go."

The three subordinates nodded yes, and were about to turn around and leave.

"There is also this newspaper reporter named Clark Kent. Since he can take so many close-up photos of that Cruella, the relationship between the two must be unusual. Find him too and tell him to shut up obediently! "

The bald butler hesitated for a while, looking at the Countess in embarrassment.

"What's the matter? Say!"

"Ma'am, this matter is really difficult. When that reporter wrote his first article, I had already found the newspaper office through my relationship, but the newspaper office didn't buy our face, so I gritted my teeth and said What is the freedom of the press, we have nothing to do with it.”

The bald butler looked embarrassed, but the angry countess widened her eyes, "Didn't you report my name? Which newspaper dares to reject me? Isn't he afraid that he will lose his foothold in the fashion industry?"

After all, without waiting for the housekeeper to continue to explain, she shouted directly: "Give me the phone number, and I will talk to their editor-in-chief in person."

While the countess was calling the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Right and Wrong", Clark was lazily leaning on the sofa, eating potato chips, and talking on the phone at the other end, in the old house of Kuila.

"Okay, you did a good job, um, I see, yes, that's it, don't worry, I will take care of everything, the countess doesn't care about her, okay, that's it! Hang up."

After Clark hung up the phone, he made another transoceanic call.

"beep……"

"beep……"

"Hello, is that Uncle Rupert? Ah, it's me, Clark, I'm in Paris, France right now. How's your health? That's it, I have a friend here in Paris, and he's a newcomer Designer, is building his own fashion brand.

Isn't it Paris Fashion Week?

I would like to trouble you to arrange for the media to help her publicize.

Ah, no, no, no, don't use the American TV news network, just the "Sun" on the European side, "The Times" and so on.

Yes, yes, just ask them to repost the articles and photos for you.

Okay, okay, thank you, I will visit you in Australia when I have time. "

When Clark hung up the phone and raised his head again, he found that the guys from Cruela were staring at him with piercing eyes.

"Who was that person just now?" Cruella asked with piercing eyes.

Unlike ordinary aboriginal wizards, Cruella wandered in the Muggle world since she was a child, so she is naturally more familiar with various situations in the Muggle world.

Besides, she aspires to be a magic costume designer, and the fashion industry and the media industry are also very closely connected, so she knows the weight behind this call from Clark.

Just by listening to it, the "Sun", "The Times", as well as the American TV News Network and Australia, a name appeared in Cruella's mind.

If a newcomer designer catches a ride with a large media and gets a lot of praise, it will immediately feel like he has wings, and he can soar upwards and go straight to the clouds, saving an unknown number of years of time.

Seeing the green light in Cruira's eyes, Clark answered her in a relaxed tone on purpose: "Ah, that's an elder from my distant house, who has a media company under his name, and is quite powerful in the international media industry. I'll ask him to help out and promote it for you."

Seeing his Versailles appearance, everyone felt a mouthful of old blood almost spit out.

But even though he had guessed that his distant elder must be unusual, since the other party was unwilling to talk more, it was inconvenient for them to ask more.

"The heat of the matter is about the same. After these few trips, I think the countess must be in a state of distress. She is furious."

Knowing what was behind him, Cruyla was full of confidence, and changed the subject very naturally, "I think we can start to implement the next plan."

Clark nodded.

As for her next plan?

A recent article by Clark reveals the answer.

"The gold thread is full of insects, the countess may become the biggest laughing stock"

It turned out that in order to restore her own decline, after knowing that the person who caused the problem could not be solved immediately, the Countess planned to hold a special fashion show by herself.

Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that Cruira had expected this a long time ago, and deliberately used light and shadow magic to disguise a batch of moth cocoons that were about to hatch as golden beads, and mixed them with the materials used by the countess to make the finale.

This also caused a group of moths that happened to be hatched on the night of the special show to completely destroy the finale dress and disperse all the industry insiders present.

And not far from her show, the rock punk fashion show held by Cruella was crowded with people and extremely lively.

The crowd shook their heads, swayed to the music, and released their pressure to their heart's content under the command of Cruella, who was wearing a black and white spotted coat. With such a stark contrast, Kuila once again won the fight against the countess!

As the saying goes, go all out, then decline, and exhaust three times.

Relying on victory after victory, Kuira not only caught up with the Countess, but also kept level with her, and then surpassed her. Now the situation between the two sides has been completely reversed.

A new fashion star is slowly rising on the bones of his predecessors. As long as he thinks of this, Cruela can't help but laugh out loud.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I don't think the old woman can sleep every night now."

Cruella, who had just finished a punk fashion show, raised her head and took another sip of her drink, then looked at Clark winkingly, "Thank you, right, little brother~"

Clark subconsciously took a few steps back, avoiding the palm of the lunatic who was about to eat tofu. Only then did he remember that the first time he saw Cruella, she was lying alone and drunk in the window.

But looking at the other party's swaying footsteps and frenzied smile, he also knew what kind of terrible consequences would be produced if such a young girl of eighteen or nineteen years old was left on the street.

"Hey!"

Thinking of this, Clark could only shake his head, and no longer dodged, allowing the other party to put his arm on his shoulder, and at the same time, in a gust of fragrant wind, he hugged the soft waist of the big sister.

Tonight, I'm afraid it will not be peaceful.