Agni Group: Good Morning Black Boss

Do you want someone to inform Mrs. Feng of the situation here?

The servants were sweating profusely, and all lost their minds.

"Where is the child now?!" Sikong Lingge gritted his teeth, wanting to shoot and kill Fang Yiren immediately, but in order to find out the whereabouts of the child, he could only endure it.

And Fang's...

Fang Yiren raised his eyes, looked at the gun on his forehead, and suddenly smiled, "How dare you point a gun at me, Sikong Lingge, you have become more and more courageous recently."

"Stop talking nonsense, where is the child? I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. After ten seconds, if you don't hear the answer, don't blame me!"

"Are you sure you want to shoot?" Fang Yiren said lazily, not threatened at all.

Sikong Lingge frowned: What does she mean by asking that?

"Sikong Lingge, do you know how many media outlets there are in S City?"

730 five.

The instinct of a professional screenwriter made Sikong Lingge have an answer in his mind in an instant.

and many more!

That's not the point of the conversation at all!

What they want to talk about is children!

Sikong Linge's face turned cold, he pointed the gun at it forcefully, and said sharply: "Don't look around and talk about him, where is the child?"

Fang Yiren's red lips curled slightly, and she smiled slightly. She didn't care at all that the gun was on her forehead, and she might die at any time. She said to herself, "There are 730 five media outlets in City S. Among them, foreign media accounted for Ten percent, that is, about 73 companies; media that specialize in catching rumors, without any lower limit, and just to attract attention and hype and gimmicks, accounted for 30.00%, that is, more than 200; entertainment media accounted for about 50.00%, That’s more than 300; and the rest are the legal system, business newspapers, etc. The media that women will fall asleep immediately after reading, can be ignored directly, that is, Say, there are more than 600 media outlets left..."

"I don't want to hear you rambling here, hurry up and hand over the child!" Sikong Lingge used to be a screenwriter, and she knows how many media outlets there are in S city, so Fang Yiren doesn't need to worry about it!

"How can this be long-winded? This is a major event that concerns everyone?"

"What do you mean?"

"It means that at the moment Fengjia is surrounded by more than 600 media reporters, and they are doing a live broadcast. They have more than one camera and communication tools in their hands." Fang Yiren paused before continuing. , "At this time, a gunshot suddenly rang out... Tell me, what would their reaction be when they heard it?"

"..."

"I guess, those reporters will definitely point their cameras at this place in the first place. Maybe someone will sneak in to shoot in order to grab the headlines, and then organize them into the headlines of the day... "Fang Yiren paused at this point, raised his eyes, and took a deep look at Sikong Lingge, "Sikong Lingge, don't say I didn't remind you. At this moment, the building opposite is home to Master Feng. My good friends are all very important figures in the political and business circles, do you think they will thoroughly investigate the unprovoked gunshots in the Feng family?"

Sikong Lingge bit his lip, unable to answer.

If there were not so many people living in Feng's house, Sikong Lingge would not have any hesitation at all, and would directly refute Fang Yiren.

With the power of the Feng family in the political world, let alone a gunshot, even if the entire Feng family collapses, no one will take care of it.