Fang Yang is currently staying at the Hilton Hotel, which is not far from here, and he can go directly back to his room after the meeting to avoid leaving the hotel and causing unnecessary trouble.

Zhu Laosan was instructed to call the hotel to reserve a meeting room, while Fang Yang grabbed a megaphone and announced, "Dear reporters, we have learned that there is a Hilton Hotel not far from here. We have already called and reserved a meeting room. Now, everyone, please follow my instructions. Those on the outermost perimeter, please turn around first. You all know how to get to the Hilton Hotel, right?"

Even after Zhu Laosan arrived at the meeting room, the reporters on the periphery still hadn't reacted. Fang Yang couldn't help but laugh angrily, "You don't want to leave, huh? Fine, you can stay here. I'm going back to the hotel to sleep. Anyway, you don't want to do interviews, so I'll save myself a lot of trouble."

At this point, the reporters surrounding Fang Yang became anxious and shouted, "Brothers outside, just go ahead. We're still surrounding President Fang. We'll make sure he doesn't get away."

It was probably the words of their colleagues that gave those people confidence. Besides, they realized that surrounding him like this wasn't going to work. Moreover, seeing that more than a dozen security guards were rushing over, sweating profusely, they figured that even if Fang Yang changed his mind and refused to be interviewed, these reporters probably wouldn't be able to do much. They figured that a dozen or twenty security guards could easily surround Fang Yang and escort him out. Did they really want to fight with the security guards?

The reporters, having figured things out, exchanged glances and began to turn and lead the way back to the hotel. More than two hundred reporters, along with some self-media influencers who hadn't left and some fans who were just watching the commotion, made up a large group of three or four hundred people walking down the street. An unsuspecting person who saw them might think that someone was causing trouble and would take out their phone to call the police.

It was his companion who reacted quickly, pressing the button on the phone that was about to call the police. "What are you doing? Can't you see the security guards over there maintaining order? This group of people are holding microphones and carrying cameras. They look like reporters. This is quite a scene. Could there be some important person inside?"

China is never short of people who enjoy watching the excitement. It's peak nighttime in Guangzhou, and the streets are bustling with people. Although the area around the stadium is a bit less crowded, it's still just as lively in even the most remote corners of Guangzhou. This is a city that never sleeps, and it's never short of people who want to watch the excitement.

Fang Yang was escorted forward by security guards, surrounded by reporters carrying long lenses and microphones. These people were afraid that Fang Yang would run away halfway. After all, the incident in Xingcheng where Fang Yang ran away through the back door was exposed, the reporters learned their lesson this time and blocked all the back doors, leaving Fang Yang no chance.

With over two hundred reporters, plus social media influencers and live streamers, the scene was quite large. Many passersby joined the crowd, seemingly bewildered. Even the highest-ranking official in a province wouldn't have such a spectacle. Residents along the roadside frequently opened their windows to see what was happening. Fortunately, no one called the police; most people were just there to watch the excitement.

Fortunately, the distance wasn't far. A dozen minutes later, the large group arrived at the Hilton Hotel entrance. The hotel manager, who had been notified in advance, was there to greet them. More than twenty security guards lined up in two rows to prevent any accidents, and four hostesses were also ready to guide them.

Even the seasoned hotel manager couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw the massive crowd of hundreds of people. As the first group of reporters stepped through the gate, he instructed two greeters and several security guards to lead the way up the stairs to the second floor. Security guards lined both sides of the way, not giving the reporters any chance to wander around. This was a five-star hotel, and there were many conference guests staying upstairs. Who knew if these reporters would have any bad intentions?

Just as Zheng Xiuli, Hu Yue, Wang Zhong, and others had finished setting up the conference room with the hotel staff, two hotel greeters walked to the door and stood there. Then, waves of reporters came in, vying for good positions and setting up their cameras.

The conference room that Zheng Xiuli rented from the hotel was a large conference room that could hold 500 people. In just over ten minutes, she only had time to set up a few tables on the stage. The rows of chairs below were barely arranged with the help of more than a dozen waiters. Before she could even catch her breath, the reporters had already walked in.

When Fang Yang entered, the conference room was already packed with people. Some cameras and microphones hadn't been set up yet, the scene was a bit chaotic, and many people were even holding up their phones to live stream.

Fang Yang had no idea where all these people came from. There were only about two hundred reporters at the scene, but they had grown to nearly five hundred along the way.

While the reporter was setting things up, Zheng Xiuli asked the hotel to bring back dozens of cases of bottled water and asked the staff to distribute them. After all, everyone had been busy all night and was probably tired and thirsty, so giving them a bottle of water was a small token of her appreciation.

Sitting on the platform, Fang Yang also felt extremely thirsty. He grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table and drank more than half of it in one gulp before saying to Zheng Xiuli, "When did you slip away? I turned around and couldn't see you anymore."

"Just as Liu Hua was shouting, that Liu Hua was so wicked. He called himself a senior, but he just knew how to scam people. I saw that there were too many people, so I quickly slipped away before they surrounded me. Luckily, these reporters didn't give me any trouble."

Fang Yang sighed, "Luckily, my third uncle called a few security guards who arrived quickly. I was afraid that a stampede would have occurred, which would have caused a huge problem."

Zheng Xiuli nodded vigorously, "That's right, that's right. When I came out, I ran into my third uncle and the others. My third uncle was also afraid that something might happen, so he told us to come back first. Then my third uncle and Uncle Zhong found the security guards who were directing traffic outside and rushed back to rescue you."

Seeing that the reporters were almost ready, Fang Yang waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and finish this reception. We'll go get something to eat later. We ate too early tonight, and we're starving now."

Fang Yang turned on the microphone on the stage, patted it to make sure everything was working properly, and then began to speak, "Dear reporters and guests, this impromptu reception is being held in a very rushed manner, so we'll keep it short. To make it easier for more reporters to ask questions, we'll give you half an hour for questions. Please raise your hand before asking your question, and you can only ask one question. If you don't have any questions, we'll begin now."

As soon as Fang Yang began the reception, the crowd below the stage quickly quieted down, and the videographer also got to work. As soon as Fang Yang finished speaking, everyone in the audience raised their hands in unison, no one wanted to be left behind, hoping to be the first person Fang Yang would call on.

Fang Yang didn't look closely, and casually pointed to a reporter in the middle of the front row, "The one in the middle of the first row, don't look left or right, it's you, the one wearing the plaid shirt."

At this moment, the reporter stood up excitedly, "Mr. Fang, I am a reporter from Jiangnan Entertainment Weekly. It is an honor to be the first person you have called out. I would like to ask Mr. Fang, what are your thoughts on winning ten awards and seven golden songs this time, creating a historic achievement?"