Chapter 152
Two or three newspapers were spread out on the black elm square table.
Shao Qinghe sat on one side with his thin lips tightly pursed.
Will you be angry?
Would she be as furious as her sister and not want to see him?
Will it be...
It had been a long time since he felt so uneasy, as if the dark cloud that had hung over his head in his childhood was once again weighing heavily on his head. At that time, he was young and ignorant, and he sneaked out to go to the amusement park with his father.
We had a great time, and when we came back, as soon as we got out of the car, our mother, Miss Su, crossed her arms, her face as pale as paper.
She held his hand, not wanting to say a word to Shao's father, and walked into the door in silence.
The sky is gloomy and it looks like it's going to rain.
The door closed, and the mother quickly withdrew her hand, saying coldly: "You disappoint me so much."
Then, for a whole week, she didn't speak to him, no matter how Shao Qinghe cried or tried to please her.
Although from the perspective of an adult now, he was wrong. His mother had every reason to be angry, as she only then knew that Shao's father had a mistress outside and had a child.
But that uncomfortable feeling, as if thrown into the dark seabed, still makes him feel palpitations to this day.
Now, he seemed to smell the damp rain again.
No, I can’t let that imagination run wild.
Shao Qinghe nervously fumbled with the ring on the necklace, looking at Chen Lanjun, catching the changing expressions on her face.
She didn't look angry as expected. Her slightly tired face showed no joy or sadness.
The newspaper was opened and the pages were turned, making a rustling sound in the air. Chen Lanjun calmly turned a page of the newspaper and put it down.
"So that's how it is."
Unsure of her attitude, Shao Qinghe made a self-examination: "I'm sorry, I didn't supervise her well. I've already ordered someone to deal with it."
It's just because it's a gossip and not a serious rumor, so we can't use tough measures and can only negotiate.
Even big newspapers are good at public relations, but tabloids have an attitude of being fearless. Even if they receive a lawyer's letter, they will only hide the full name and replace it with a nickname like Mr. So-and-so, and continue to report the story as usual.
Shao Qinghe couldn't bankrupt so many tabloids at once, so he was stuck in this situation for a while. Before he came to Chen Lanjun, he had contacted a well-known public relations company and was thinking about countermeasures.
Chen Lanjun glanced at him, stood up, walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.
"I know it's not your fault."
This short sentence made Shao Qinghe feel relieved.
He took a deep breath, turned his head, and kissed the back of her hand: "I feel a little relieved with your words."
Chen Lanjun chuckled and said, "Since I have chosen you, I will not let you go easily."
She put her arms around his neck affectionately and said, "Look at what the newspaper says. I'm like a beauty who brings disaster and a peerless enchantress. I can't be scolded for nothing."
Shao Qinghe held her in his arms and said, "Okay, whatever you want to do, I'll accompany you."
He pondered, "How about we hold a press conference together and announce it to everyone in a formal way?"
Chen Lanjun smiled at him and tapped his forehead: "Mr. Shao, you actually have selfish motives as well."
This man, who had been so nervous just now, immediately changed his attitude after realizing that she was really not angry. He felt relieved and started to think about other things.
"What selfish motives do I have?" Shao Qinghe's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"You know it well enough."
I just want to make it public.
Shao Qinghe smiled and rubbed his head against her collarbone.
"Our Alan is the smartest."
"Of course." Chen Lanjun said.
The two of them stayed together for a while, and Shao Qinghe asked, "So what are you going to do?"
"What to do? Go home for New Year's dinner!"
She seriously took Shao Qinghe back to have the New Year's Eve dinner.
Feng Jun was a little stunned when the door opened. Seeing Shao Qinghe behind Chen Lanjun, he wanted to say something, but Chen Lanjun said, "It's New Year's Day. Let's talk after dinner."
But it was Sissi in the house who came to the rescue. She cheered and came over to them, pulling them to set off fireworks.
Feng Jun secretly pulled Chen Lanjun back to the house and asked, "Do you know about those rumors?"
"I know," Chen Lanjun said, "Don't worry, sister. I will take care of it."
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The year ends with the sound of firecrackers.
Atang felt that he had great luck in the new year and had a good start.
Atang is the editor-in-chief of a tabloid.
After the meeting, he saw the latest newspaper circulation figures, hummed an out-of-tune song, and wanted to dance in the company on the spot.
The Hong Kong people love to read about the secret affairs of wealthy families. The scandal of the eldest son of the Shao family has greatly stimulated the sales of tabloids.
At first, it was the second son of the Shao family who had someone give him money and buy advertising space to publish the book. When he saw the sales increase greatly, Atang instructed the writers to add fuel to the fire and write a lot of messy stories, all of which were far-fetchedly attributed to Shao Qinghe and Chen Lanjun, just like a serial novel.
Although they received a lawyer's letter, based on previous experience of making up stories about other wealthy families and celebrities, it doesn't seem to have much of a deterrent effect. At most, they will be fined. After all, the law does not punish everyone, and it's not just their tabloid that is talking about it. In addition, with the support of the second son of Shao behind them, they are even more unscrupulous.
When Atang returned to the office, the phone suddenly rang. A middle-aged woman's voice lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "I have exclusive information about Shao Qing and his lover. Do you want to buy it?"
Upon hearing this, Atang became as alert as a shark smelling blood and continued to ask questions.
The middle-aged woman said she was from the mainland and knew a lot about Shao Qing and his lover Chen Lanjun.
"Everyone says she's a Cinderella, but that's not the case at all. She's a first-generation rich girl who made her fortune from scratch. In just six or seven years, she went from being a pauper to a multimillionaire."
"Is it true?" Atang was skeptical.
"How could it be false? Do you know Xingshiji and Fengchaji in Hong Kong? They are her family's businesses. There is even an industrial park in the mainland, right next to Shao Qinghe's. I guess it was at that time that the two of them hooked up. I heard that it was Young Master Shao who pursued her relentlessly..."
The middle-aged woman spoke with saliva flying all over the place, like a storyteller, and it was very exciting.
Atang felt that a new stimulus for selling newspapers had arrived, so he offered a satisfactory amount and exclusively bought the details of the revelation.
After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged woman turned around and said, "Wow, this paparazzi boss is quite generous."
Inside the room, Chen Lanjun was sitting on a chair holding a bowl of sugar water. She smiled when she heard the words, "Yes, heavy bleeding."
Feng Jun, who was sitting beside her, still had a sullen face: "You are really optimistic."
He actually used his own affairs to expose information and make money!
"I can't just be scolded for nothing," Chen Lanjun said, "Since you've already scolded me, just give me some money."
I want to scold her. I have to compensate her for the mental damage.
Black and red are also red. No matter what happens, as long as it can be operated, it can actually be regarded as a rare opportunity to promote one's own brand to the onlookers.
Chen Lanjun said: "Sister, please ask all factories to stock up more recently. There will definitely be a new sales peak."
She finished drinking the sugar water and went to find Yin Yu to continue promoting the development of various game consoles.
As a new electronic brand, Wanzhutang must catch up with this trend of being criticized.
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