Mr. Liu was getting angrier and angrier. “I don’t care what method you use, you have to get this done! If you mess it up, none of us will have a good life!”
Mr. Liu had just hung up the phone when his cell phone rang again.
When he looked at it, it turned out to be an unfamiliar number.
He was already in a very bad mood, and after listening to a few words, he realized that it was a mysterious person who called.
Mr. Liu's face changed drastically after hearing this. After the mysterious man hung up the phone, he remembered that the call was over.
Then he angrily threw his phone on the table. The phone bounced on the table several times and almost fell to the ground.
He was breathing heavily, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.
He knew that he was in a difficult situation. On the one hand, he was under pressure from the Tan Group, and on the other hand, he didn't know who the mysterious call was from, and whether it would bring him more trouble.
He regretted deeply that he shouldn't have gotten involved in Su Yingxue's affairs in the first place.
Now I am caught in the middle, with no way out.
He sat in a chair, put his head in his hands, and fell into deep anxiety.
After half an hour of thinking, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.
…
In the media world of Pengcheng, a storm is quietly brewing.
The offices of major media outlets were like a lit powder keg, and instantly exploded.
The editors shouted at the top of their lungs, "Hurry! President Liu is going to hold a press conference. It's about the love affair between Yin Meng, Su Yingxue, and Tan Zhengchu. This is breaking news. We can't miss it!"
Reporters heard the news, dropped their work, grabbed their interview equipment and rushed out like arrows.
The TV station's interview car was speeding on the road.
The shrill sound of sirens pierced the sky, and the wheels raised up clouds of dust like billowing smoke.
The reporters in the car looked nervous and excited.
While keeping a close eye on the road ahead, he communicated with his colleagues through the intercom: "We must get exclusive news this time. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"Yeah, I heard the inside story is very complicated, maybe we can dig up the biggest melon of the year!"
Online media reporters were on their way, their fingers swiping rapidly on their mobile phone screens, nervously coordinating with their colleagues behind them: "How are your preparations? Have you checked all the equipment? We have to go all out for this report, and the traffic depends entirely on it!"
Photographers carried heavy equipment and hurried along, muttering: "I hope to get a good position at the scene to take the most stunning pictures. I don't want these equipment to go to waste."
The press conference was like a boiling ocean, extremely lively.
The crowd surged like surging waves, and the noisy voices echoed in the venue like thunder.
The security guards at the door were already sweating profusely as they tried hard to maintain order.
But the crowd continued to pour in like a tide.
"Make way, make way, we are from Pengcheng TV station, let us in first!" A TV reporter shouted loudly, trying to squeeze through the crowd, his face full of anxiety.
"Stop pushing! My equipment is about to be broken! If it breaks, can you afford the compensation?" A photojournalist complained angrily while protecting his camera.
Inside the venue, flash lights flashed one after another like lightning in the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire venue as bright as day.
The reporters were like old friends who had met again after a long separation, or like fiercely competitive rivals. They greeted each other, their eyes flashing with a burning desire for news.
"Hey, what explosive news do you think we can dig out today? This is really interesting." A young reporter excitedly asked his colleague next to him.
"Who knows, but it's definitely not simple. Look at the scene, it must be a big fight among the rich and powerful." A colleague responded while organizing his notebook.
The makeshift seating area was already full.
People were packed tightly together, and even the aisles were filled with reporters holding microphones and notebooks.
More people kept squeezing in from the door, and the entire venue was so crowded that it was almost impossible to get in.
The staff shouted at the top of their lungs with a megaphone: "Everyone, please don't crowd, pay attention to safety! Maintain order!"
However, the faint voice was soon drowned out by the thunderous noise.
Backstage, Mr. Liu stood behind the gap in the curtain, silently watching the bustling venue.
His forehead was slightly sweaty, and his eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and determination.
He took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up.
Then he adjusted his tie and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes with his hands.
As the exciting music sounded, the lights on the stage focused on the entrance like sharp swords.
Mr. Liu walked onto the stage with steady but slightly heavy steps.
The audience was silent for a moment.
This was followed by more intense flashes of light and shutter sounds, which hit the table like dense raindrops.
Mr. Liu walked to the microphone, forced a confident smile on his face, and bowed deeply to the audience.
He stood up and glanced at the reporters in the audience, his eyes showing a bit more determination.
Then he said in a resonant voice: "Dear journalists and friends, hello! Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend this press conference.
I know that everyone is curious about the theme of this press conference. Yes, today we are going to talk about the incident involving Su Yingxue and Tan Zhengchu that recently caused an uproar on the Internet.
As a leader in the advertising industry in Pengcheng, this incident has had a huge impact on our advertising business, like a sudden storm that almost drowned us.
But we cannot sit idly by. We have the responsibility and obligation to step forward and clear up the confusion for the public and restore the truth.”
At this time, in her warm home, Su Yingxue was eating breakfast quietly.
The sunlight shines through the window and gently falls on the dining table, adding a touch of warmth to this tranquil scene.
Suddenly, the sharp ring of a cell phone broke the silence, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
Su Yingxue frowned slightly, put down her chopsticks and picked up her cell phone.
When she saw the notice about the press conference, a hint of surprise and nervousness flashed in her eyes, her heart beat faster unconsciously, and her hands began to tremble slightly.
She quickly opened the message and read the content carefully, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Mr. Jonathan noticed her strangeness and asked with concern: "Mr. Su, what's wrong? Is there any bad news?"
Su Yingxue took a deep breath and looked up at Mr. Jonathan: "Mr. Liu held a press conference, which is related to my matter."
Jonathan frowned, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "It seems that something big is going to happen, let's see."
As they spoke, the two of them quickly stood up, walked to the computer, skillfully turned it on, found the live link of the press conference, stared at the screen intently, waiting for the meeting to begin.
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