Chapter 88: Retirement Day 88: Brother Duan is jealous, he is in danger...

Sang Qiqi, who had originally intended to play tricks at the press conference, immediately had a huge question mark on her head when she heard this. She then said tentatively in a long voice, "Isn't this bad?"

A press conference is usually broadcast live. Wouldn't such a grand spectacle scare everyone watching on TV? Those with weaker mental endurance might even be scared to death.

Sang Qiqi thought about how she had previously praised Su Shi's attitude towards villains, and how the man in front of her had overheard it. She immediately realized that this was some kind of inexplicable competition between men, so she advised, "You're a gentle person. Go your own way. Don't try to imitate Su Shi."

Besides.

"Murder is shameful. We can do it in private, but how can we bring it to light?" Sang Qiqi muttered, turned back to the sofa, and thought with her chin held high. "Although we do know from Shen Wanglan that Ning Changsheng is the financial backer behind the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, if a business tycoon like Ning Changsheng really died, it would definitely cause an uproar. So, before he dies, we have to find some evidence of his evil deeds, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to the police."

Duan Sui felt a bit overwhelmed by jealousy. After all, the name 'Sushi' had been ringing in his ears quite frequently these past few days. Suppressing his wandering thoughts and regaining his composure, he met Sang Qiqi's expectant gaze and nodded, "Then let's scare him."

"Right? Ning Changsheng is so obsessed with auspicious dates. If he makes a mistake on an auspicious day, it will further escalate the already unfavorable public opinion. He will definitely seek help from the Taoist priests of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society... well, he might also blame them."

Having already stirred up trouble once, and seemingly succeeded in creating opposition and conflict between the two leaders of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, it would be even more interesting to make the financial backer dissatisfied with the organization.

"However, tomorrow's press conference will definitely be heavily guarded, so we need to prepare in advance."

The so-called advance preparations meant that Sang Qiqi went to ask Shen Wanglan and Huo Chengji about the location of Ning Changsheng's press conference, while Duan Sui went to look for fresh corpses that had recently died. They did not plan to go and stir up trouble tomorrow, so as to avoid being targeted by the people of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society.

After Duan Sui left, Zhang Lin approached Sang Qiqi and, facing her puzzled gaze, firmly reminded her, "He's jealous."

"What?"

"I say, you've been talking about that senior brother of Taoist Priest Pengqiu from time to time these past few days. Brother Duan is jealous and feels a sense of crisis."

Hearing this, Sang Qiqi's eyes became increasingly strange.

Seeing her expression shift into a state of deep thought and surprise, Zhang Lin thought to himself that his sister wasn't hopelessly clueless about relationships. The next second, Sang Qiqi sighed, "Does this even create a sense of crisis? While I admire Su Shi's curse, I wouldn't actually hire him to work at our funeral service. Duan Sui is, after all, our chief eunuch."

Zhang Lin: “…”

What the hell is he mumbling about?

besides--

"Don't let Brother Duan hear the words 'Grand Chamberlain', otherwise I'm afraid he will resign immediately."

Sang Qiqi: “…”

-

The night passed in a flash, but the various discussions and debates on the Internet about Ningchuan Real Estate did not disappear. Instead, they became more intense.

Some thought Ningchuan Real Estate was a bit crazy, while others felt that the likes they gave were a subtle sign of their innocence. After all, going against the tide of public opinion was something Sang Qiqi had often done before, and the amazing thing was that the situation always turned around smoothly. So, behind Ningchuan Real Estate's seemingly tough and foolish likes, there might also be Sang Qiqi's luck.

Sang Qiqi, who was pulled out as an example of the same kind, responded: "?"

Who are you insulting?

She retweeted the post with a sneer, adding an emoticon of a little man pointing at his head and asking, "Do you have this thing?"

It immediately sparked discussion among netizens.

[Although you're no longer a celebrity, I still declare you the first female celebrity in the entire entertainment industry to confront Ningchuan Real Estate!]

[Alright, I declare that Sang Qiqi is involved, and this matter is Ningchuan Real Estate's problem.]

[I originally wanted to let the bullets fly for a while, but now it seems that the only thing that can fly is Ning Changsheng’s ashes/cute]

[Waiting for Ningchuan Real Estate to be slapped in the face]

[Returning to 377, I was confronting a man in prison. Hahaha, did you see that? This is truly swimming against the tide of exploding public opinion. Ningchuan Real Estate is just pure idiocy. /smile]

[No, sister, is this really okay? I'm really worried you'll get banned/wipes away tears]

Sang Qiqi replied: I will send him some paper money first / cute

She turned off her phone and turned to face Zhang Lin's frowning face. She asked jokingly, "How old are you to frown so tightly? Be careful that you will have vertical lines on your forehead in the future. Then girls will dislike you for being ugly."

Zhang Lin's frown deepened upon hearing this, and he replied expressionlessly, "I'm a ghost now, so even if I frown, this kind of problem won't arise. But you... you told Brother Duan earlier that you were going to hide your identity and cause trouble, but then you turned around and started trolling online. Isn't it obvious that Ningchuan Real Estate has noticed you?"

"You care about me?" Sang Qiqi shifted the focus, earning a roll of the eyes from Zhang Lin. The boy stood up, turned around, and walked away. His awkward expression was truly amusing to Sang Qiqi, who quickly grabbed his hand and groaned, "Come on, you little brat."

Zhang Lin glared at him, "Is this how you use the phrase 'dare to do something, not take responsibility'?"

Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows: "Then what else is it?"

Zhang Lin said nothing, and Sang Qiqi didn't provoke him again, to avoid getting all mad like a cat. She held her face in her hands and explained slowly, "When I'm unhappy, I do this kind of behavior. It fits my personality. These stupid netizens have already cue me like this. It would be too fake if I pretended not to see it."

Zhang Lin: “…”

Although that is true.

"But if you make such remarks, they will definitely keep a close eye on you. You may not be able to leave the funeral service easily then. If you cause trouble for Ning Changsheng on an auspicious day, you will end up in trouble yourself."

"If you can't leave easily, then find a way to leave." Sang Qiqi patted the kid's head and said with a smile, "There are always more solutions than problems."

Around ten in the morning, Sang Qiqi, who was introducing paper crafts to a customer, and Duan Sui, who was sorting the merchandise, looked up at the same moment and exchanged glances. Sang Qiqi continued her chatter, while Duan Sui casually glanced out the door. Turning around, his lips curved into a meaningful smile, he thought to himself, "Zhang Lin was right." He was worried that Sang Qiqi, an unidentified but suspected Taoist priest, would cause trouble at the press conference, so the Jiuyou Tongshen Society had sent someone to keep an eye on her.

However, probably for safety reasons, the other party hid his body but did not get too close.

What kind of tricks can be found out with this level of surveillance?

Time flew to 1:30 p.m., with forty-one minutes left until Ning Changsheng's press conference. The members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, who had been squatting near Sang Qiqi's funeral, were growing impatient. The weather was too hot. Although he had applied an invisibility talisman, he still existed. The scorching sun beat down on him, burning him rapidly. Sweat poured down, some even dripping onto the ground.

Some passersby who passed by him would subconsciously take a look at the strange puddle of water on the ground, and then leave with strange questions in their minds.

He was very upset. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt that the invisibility talisman was about to be soaked by sweat and rot and become ineffective. He couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to contact his companion in charge of the press conference and said: It's already half past one. Even if Sang Qiqi can fly, it is impossible for her to fly to Yuantie Province within forty minutes. Can I retreat?

The other party replied quickly: Is Sang Qiqi still in the store?

He replied: Yes, there are not many people buying things in her store, but they come one after another and basically never stop.

The person on the other side seemed to think for a while, and finally decided to be safe: You have been waiting for so long, just hold on for another forty minutes, and you can go back after the press conference starts.

The member was obviously reluctant to see this reply, but he still followed the instructions. He went to the store next door and stole a bottle of ice water to cool himself down when no one was paying attention. He also took advantage of the blind spot to replace an invisibility talisman and pasted a few cooling talismans before returning to the place where he was being followed.

Sang Qiqi's funeral is a one-stop service.

After seeing off a guest, Sang Qiqi glanced casually at the tree outside the door, and then raised her eyebrows slightly.

He had braved the 40-degree heat outdoors in northern Beijing and stayed with her for over three hours. With such perseverance, he could succeed in anything. But if he insisted on following the Nine Nether Gods Society and committing evil, he would die.

After saying hello to Duan Sui, Sang Qiqi turned and walked towards the storage room.

The members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, who had been watching Sang Qiqi like hawks, waited three hours to finally see her move. They were so excited and nervous that they stood up abruptly, tightening their grip on their phones. They figured if Sang Qiqi didn't show up in five minutes, they'd report it to their superiors. However, just as they had that thought, Sang Qiqi reappeared in their sight, holding a dazzling golden urn that was blinding.

Members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society: "..."

It turned out that I was just going to pick up the goods.

It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over him, his excitement was completely extinguished, and he fell back under the tree exhausted.

-

Ning Changsheng's press conference was held at the convention and exhibition center in the capital of Yunnan Province.

Twenty minutes before the press conference, Ning Changsheng, dressed in a black suit, sat on a sofa in the lounge, his eyes slightly closed. He was in his forties, with the rugged features typical of someone from Yuantie Province, thick eyebrows and deep facial features. Around his neck hung a string of emerald green jade pendants, and around his wrists twirled red strings, his fingers twirling the bracelets.

The whole person exudes a strange sense of disharmony.

It's like a bandit suddenly changes career to become a monk.

"Has the venue been inspected?" As the time for the press conference drew closer, Ning Changsheng inexplicably felt a sense of unease. He opened his eyes and looked at the man standing by, who was dressed very casually and in ordinary clothes.

The other person was also around forty years old. There was nothing special about his appearance, but his eyes were very deep. When you looked into his eyes, it was like looking into a pair of wolf's eyes, which could easily make people feel cold behind their backs.

Yang Jing nodded: "We have checked it. Don't worry, there will be absolutely no problems with the venue."

Not only inside the venue, they also arranged a lot of people to stake out outside the venue. They even sent people to monitor Sang Qiqi, who had previously argued with netizens online about Ningchuan Real Estate. News just came that Sang Qiqi is still entertaining customers in the store and will definitely not come to make trouble, so it is estimated that she is just talking tough on the Internet.

In reality, if anyone sitting here had changed their identities, the Tongshen Society wouldn't have wasted so much manpower and energy. But there was no other way. Ning Changsheng was arguably one of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society's top three financial backers, having provided them with countless financial support over the past two years. He was furious when the incident between Beiqing Village and Dai Jianhua dragged him into it. If they didn't pay attention to this press conference, this financial backer might withdraw his investment out of anger.

"But my heart is beating so fast, I have a feeling something bad is going to happen." Ning Changsheng slowly frowned, a hint of subtle worry in his eyes. "My sixth sense is always very accurate."

Back when he wasn't yet rich, still working in coal transportation in Yuantie Province, his sixth sense caused him to hesitate for a moment while passing through a tunnel. That moment saved his vehicle from being crushed by a collapsed tunnel. Without that flash of inspiration, he probably wouldn't be sitting here today.

Yang Jing didn't care much about what Ning Changsheng said.

Today's date was calculated by several experienced Taoist priests from their Jiuyou Tongshen Society, and it was even calculated more than once. There is no problem with it no matter how you look at it.

He suppressed his emotions and comforted Ning Changsheng: "Don't worry, we have you covered here. Whether it's the surveillance video or the club manager, we have it all handled. You just need to go on stage and tell everyone that you have no problems. Or, if you need, I can give you a calming talisman?"

Ning Changsheng did not refuse.

Yang Jing took out a piece of talisman paper for meditation from his Qiankun bag, folded it into a piece and handed it to Ning Changsheng, who took it and put it into his inner shirt pocket.

Ning Changsheng closed his eyes again, and his chaotic, uneasy and noisy thoughts completely quieted down at this moment.

Seeing that Ning Changsheng stopped talking, Yang Jing also fell silent.

Twenty minutes passed in a flash.

Ning Changsheng stood backstage, calmly adjusting his suit that had wrinkles from prolonged sitting. Through the gap in the angle, he saw his assistant standing in front of the microphone and talking. He quickly returned to the topic and introduced his identity, and Ning Changsheng walked towards the stage.

As soon as he appeared within sight, the reporters in the audience frantically began snapping photos and recording videos. Meanwhile, Ning Changsheng was standing directly in front of a live broadcast device. He nodded to the reporters and slowly began, "Dear journalists and friends in the live broadcast room, good afternoon. I am Ning Changsheng, Chairman of Ningchuan Group."

"The main purpose of holding this press conference is to clarify the various rumors about Ningchuan Real Estate in recent days."

"First, let me talk about my relationship with Dai. We're from neighboring villages, but as you all know, there weren't many educational resources when I was younger, so only several villages had one school. We later became classmates, and we had a pretty good relationship back then. Later, when I dropped out of school and started a logistics business, we became partners. However, this partnership ended when I became interested in real estate. That was probably sixteen years ago, so we haven't been in touch in sixteen years."

"so--"

With a bang, the headlight on the right side of the press conference site suddenly exploded, and the bright light turned dim in an instant. The noise made by the broken glass falling to the ground blocked what Ning Changsheng originally wanted to say.

Everyone's eyes turned to the right corner at the same time.

Then they turned back.

It was just a light that blew up.

Nothing surprising.

But Ning Changsheng didn't think so. His eyes were fixed on the broken headlights, and his expression gradually became ugly.

He was an extremely superstitious person. When he encountered such an unexpected incident at the critical moment of clarification, the word "unlucky" was almost printed on his face.

This voice also caught the attention of Yang Jing, who was standing behind the stage as a bodyguard. He calmly tapped the communicator hanging from his ear with his finger and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything wrong? Everyone, please report it."

"without."

"I don't have any."

"I'm very safe here. I haven't seen any strange people."

"Yeah, me too."

Hearing the continuous sounds, Yang Jing quickly identified the owner of each voice and each location they were stationed in. No one was missing, so there was no mistake. The exploding headlights of the convention and exhibition center were just a simple accident.

Thinking of this, Yang Jing quickly took a detour to the front of the stage and mixed in with the group of reporters. When Ning Changsheng looked over, he made a gesture of "nothing happened".

Ning Changsheng's slightly anxious heart relaxed and he continued to clarify his situation.

"So, if some competitors are trying to mislead netizens who don't know the truth by making ridiculous claims like, 'I'm close to Dai, we're friends, and I'm aware of Dai's illegal activities,' I suggest they think harder and think of other options."

"Having discussed my relationship with Dai, let me now address the more concerning rumor: the manager of my club ignored the staff's cries for help and allowed Dai to abduct the staff."

Ning Changsheng spoke for two minutes, and nothing like the headlight exploding and falling happened again. He relaxed completely, and his tense voice became much calmer. "I have the relevant surveillance video here. Please take a look."

The USB flash drive was handed from Yang Jing to the Ningchuan Real Estate employee who first came on stage to liven up the atmosphere, and then inserted into a computer that had been prepared nearby.

A computer desktop background quickly appeared on the screen behind Ning Changsheng, and the cursor moved to a password-protected folder. Once opened, several videos, each lasting several dozen seconds, opened in sequence. The first video, from two weeks ago, was set in a magnificent, if somewhat tacky, club. Several staff members stood together, whispering to each other. Shortly thereafter, a door in the left corridor opened, revealing a young woman in a thin, short skirt, half-hanging over Dai Jianhua, her breath fragrant.

As Dai Jianhua walked towards the elevator, the young girl's face was completely exposed to the surveillance camera and displayed to the entire network audience and reporters, and she gasped one after another.

Because this young girl was the one who appeared on Weibo and other related social media platforms in the past two days to accuse the club manager of doing nothing when she was forcibly abducted by a customer.

The girl's frail figure and sobbing on camera had already drawn sympathy and anger from many netizens, who cursed Ning Changsheng. But now, with the appearance of this video, the slap in the face couldn't be louder.

The reporter was shocked, and so were the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Fuck, is this really a reversal?]

[…I’m speechless. I’m really speechless. Am I some kind of mean person? Is it fun to play tricks on me?]

[The surveillance footage has been released, so it seems the case can be determined. Let's just say the woman was trying to hook up with a rich man and didn't succeed! Can anyone who scolded me back then please apologize? / Roll your eyes]

[Fuck, what's the point of me staying up all night arguing with those netizens who said Ningchuan Real Estate was fine?]

[If you have time]

[@桑柒柒, what do you think?]

[Hahaha, I posted a Weibo this morning, and got slapped in the face this afternoon. @桑柒柒, does your face hurt? Do you want to come out and apologize to Boss Ning? Boss Ning is different from Zhong Jie. You can't just send him some ghost money and he'll be fine. /smile]

[I think Boss Ning should just ban Sang Qiqi. I've always disliked her.]

Although Ning Changsheng couldn't see the frantic comments floating around in the livestream, he could clearly hear every response from the person in charge, wearing an earphone. The person's voice rose sharply, with obvious excitement and joy. He said, "Director Ning, the livestream is going really well! The audience in the livestream is complaining and complaining about that girl because of this surveillance video. They even said they want to apologize to you, and they believed it!"

Ning Changsheng's mouth corners quickly raised up a slight arc, and then quickly lowered it, the speed of the movement was so fast that it was imperceptible.

He was completely relieved and raised his hand to signal the staff to continue playing the next surveillance video.

The cursor moved over again, and double-clicking the video opened it. A girl's face appeared in everyone's field of vision. Everyone held their breath, wanting to see how this girl could cling to a rich man, but they didn't expect that in the next second, the entire video was suddenly covered with a layer of mosaic, and the picture began to shake.

[broken? ]

[What's going on? Why did the video suddenly become like this?]

[No, is there something wrong with the computer at such an important occasion?]

[…Dramatic, how could there be an accident? What kind of makeshift group is this?]

As netizens chattered about the incident, Ning Changsheng immediately turned his gaze to the employee. Although the employee had his back to Ning Changsheng, the cold gaze was so intense that it made him tremble all over and sweat broke out on his forehead.

This is weird! The computer was working fine just now, why is it suddenly not working? What the hell?!

As soon as this thought popped into my head, another shocking change happened!

The tightly closed windows of the convention center exploded simultaneously, sending countless panes of glass scattering wildly. The suddenness of the situation startled the reporters on the scene and made them scream. Everyone instinctively moved away from the windows and huddled together. As they looked around, trying to understand what was happening, a fierce gust of wind blew in from outside. The force of the wind was like a fierce typhoon, rattling the overhead headlights and causing them to tremble and collapse.

Yang Jing realized that something was wrong and reached into his Qiankun bag to take out the talisman paper.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang.

The giant chandelier hanging above the booth came crashing down with unexpected speed and force, brushing Ning Changsheng's shoulder and pressing half of his body under the lamp.