The host made a vow to He Lingchuan in front of so many reporters, which immediately aroused their suspicion.
"Mr. He, is this host your friend?"
"Is the host of your press conference someone you know? Did you two rehearse the lines beforehand?"
Even before the press conference started, reporters were already pressing this question on.
He Lingchuan glanced at them with some annoyance and raised his hand to stop them from asking more questions: "The press conference hasn't started yet."
His voice sounded cold and harsh. The reporters exchanged glances, worried that He Lingchuan would get angry with them, so they could only suppress their curiosity and continue to sit in the audience and wait for the time to pass.
Five minutes later, the host and He Lingchuan exchanged a glance, and the host picked up the microphone: "The press conference is now officially starting."
As soon as he finished speaking, a reporter stepped forward and asked He Lingchuan anxiously, "Mr. He, what is the purpose of this press conference? How do you plan to address the issues raised by consumers?"
"Why is it just you at this press conference? Where are the staff from Chengfeng Group? Why aren't they showing up?"
"Have you already fallen out with Chengfeng Group?"
They did not notify Chengfeng Group when they sent out the message, and it wasn't even a newly opened Weibo account.
These reporters are masters of sensationalism, and they quickly uncovered these details.
Faced with their questions, He Lingchuan answered them one by one.
He looked at the reporter who had initially raised the question and slowly began, "I'm holding this press conference to declare that our product will not have any problems. However, rest assured, I'm not saying this to deny the fact that the robot malfunctioned. I know some of you have been injured, so I called you here to register your names. I will take back the robots you have, and return them to you after I've determined the problem. As for the second question..."
He Lingchuan gave a self-deprecating smile and deliberately gave an ambiguous explanation: "Chengfeng Group has a lot of things to do and probably doesn't have time to deal with a small designer like me. However, I heard that they are also trying to solve problems for everyone, and they will propose solutions without harming everyone's rights."
He Lingchuan deliberately put Chengfeng Group on a pedestal, making it clear beforehand that even if Chengfeng Group wanted to throw caution to the wind, they would have to consider the consequences.
After all, he had already told these consumers that Chengfeng Group would resolve the issue without harming their rights, which was tantamount to giving Chengfeng Group a high compliment, so naturally they would not use the solution proposed by Shen Yanxi.
The third question was also the one He Lingchuan least wanted to answer.
He picked up the water provided by the staff and drank it all in one gulp.
In those few short minutes, he had already figured out how to gloss over the problem.
He Lingchuan's lips moved slightly, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked very sincere: "As for my relationship with Chengfeng Group, there hasn't been much change yet. As you all know, I'm just a designer. If they really intend to kick me out, I have no other choice but to compromise."
He Lingchuan didn't speak too definitively, leaving the reporters plenty of room for their imaginations.
They looked at each other, exchanged a glance, and slowly said, "You mean you haven't received any notification from Chengfeng Group? So, Chengfeng Group is indeed considering abandoning this cooperation?"
"I don't know."
He Lingchuan waved his hand, looking helpless: "If you want to know, you can go and ask Chengfeng Group. If they tell you what they mean, please let me know."
Upon hearing He Lingchuan's words, the reporters fell silent.
For the first time, the press conference hall fell silent for ten minutes.
He Lingchuan's gaze swept over their faces, and he patiently inquired, "Is there nothing else? If not..."
"Mr. He, please wait a moment..."
A reporter who looked relatively young stood up from the audience. She took a deep breath and struggled with her thoughts for a long time before asking He Lingchuan, "If, and I mean if, you really leave Chengfeng Group, what are your plans?"
He Lingchuan curled the corners of his mouth; finally, someone had asked the right question.
Half of the purpose of his press conference was to announce his future plans.
However, he is not ready yet, so he cannot reveal too much.
But he wanted these people to know that he had a disagreement with Chengfeng Group over the robot issue and was planning to leave.
He Lingchuan smiled slightly, adopting the posture of a victor, and slowly said, supporting himself with his hands: "I haven't thought it through yet, but I won't be cooperating with any company in the short term."
"You mean, you're planning to start your own business?"
He Lingchuan tilted his head, pretending to think, "I don't have that ability yet."
"And after that, I'll wait for you..."
Before the reporter could speak, He Lingchuan gave the host a look. He was very perceptive and immediately interrupted the reporter: "Excuse me, this press conference is now over."
The interrupted reporter stared at the host in disbelief, his face instantly darkening with displeasure: "Is that all? I haven't even asked a question yet."
The host looked down at him with a cold expression: "I'm sorry, the press conference is only half an hour long. We informed everyone beforehand that we hoped you would take the time to ask your questions. As for the remaining hours, we need to verify the victims' families and prepare for the subsequent compensation work."
He Lingchuan stood next to the host, his eyes full of admiration.
This person is wasting his time as a host; he should be in sales, or at least in after-sales service.
His ability to soothe others and his adaptability are better than many others.
He Lingchuan was hesitating whether to invite him to his studio. Although he hadn't yet, He Lingchuan believed that day wouldn't be too far away.
He was touching his chin with one hand, just about to find a suitable time to tell the host his thoughts, when he heard the sound of the door opening.
It was less like opening the door and more like kicking it down.
The person outside the door was furious, his fists clenched, looking ready to fight at any moment.
Even from more than ten meters away, He Lingchuan could feel the anger emanating from him.
He stared at the person who had suddenly appeared at the door and asked very politely, "Who are you? Are you a reporter here for the press conference?"
The man remained silent, simply watching Zhang Ying.
His attitude puzzled He Lingchuan. Could it be that he was sent by Zhang Ying?
He Lingchuan stepped forward, looked up to meet his gaze, and deliberately probed, "Zhang Ying didn't come with you?"
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