Gossip King

"Who?" Liu Xuan's expression immediately became nervous when he heard it: "These days, the media has been digging into shady scenes. There are so many goods here. If it is exposed, we will all have to go to jail."

Today, the empire has dealt a severe blow to food safety issues, especially the exposed food safety issues. Not to mention this inventory.

What's more, this is related to the behind-the-scenes cooperation of more than a dozen companies.

When it comes to the big news, the media love big news the most.

Ai Miao frowned and thought for a while, and shook his head: "A reporter was actually checking me recently..."

"Who? Which media?" Liu Xuan immediately leaned to the side of Ai Miao, becoming more nervous.

"Gao Leng, Xingsheng Magazine." As soon as Ai Miao's words were taken, Liu Xuan was taken aback. After a while, he muttered: "Gao Leng? This name is so familiar."

"Familiarity is normal. This kid has made a lot of headlines recently. There are headlines in the entertainment industry and Huang Cong's birthday dinner in the financial industry." Ai Miao said.

"Oh..." Liu Xuan squinted halfway, and then thought about it carefully: "How do I think this person is familiar? It's not because of these headlines..."

In the teahouse of the hotel, Gao Leng followed Liu Xuan and Ai Miao to take photos, and asked Teng Jiazhi to lead Ai Miao away. He saw Liu Xuan alone and gave him his business card, but Liu Xuan didn't care.

He is busy with business, how can he remember a reporter? Even some well-known reporters, you know, most of the people he meets are wealthy.

Just what Ai Miao said, Gao Leng's name was originally unique, and he seemed to think of something for a while, but he didn't.

Thinking hard, seeing Ai Miao shook his head: "Gao Leng was in Xingsheng Magazine. The kid was really trying to dig out my news some time ago. He even called a team to conduct street interviews. The scale was huge. Well, fortunately, we got the news, and it was difficult to go to their magazine to post an advertisement."

As Ai Miao said, he took a wine glass and filled it with wine again, and smirked: "In recent years, many media don't rely on this to make money for advertising? It's all difficult, tomorrow their advertising manager will invite me to dinner. The detailed rules should not be them."

Nowadays, the media industry is full of flowers, good and bad. Many media claim to dig shady scenes, which seems to be awe-inspiring. In fact, the main reason for shady digging is not to expose to the public and promote social progress, but to use shady scenes to exchange advertising expenses with enterprises.

To put it bluntly, I took the shady scene and exchanged money with the company.

As long as a company grows larger, there will always be loopholes. Almost everyone's first pot of gold will probably not be particularly clean, not to mention that after the company grows, the stalls will become bigger and there will be more loopholes. It is common for people to grasp the handle.

To be precise, as long as you are targeted by the media, you will not run away.

Therefore, every year, companies allocate a portion of the money for media public relations expenses. One part is for the actual need for promotion and advertising; the other part is to block the media's leisurely mouth.

I'm advertising for you. I'm your long-term cooperative enterprise, so don't make me shame.

Xingsheng Magazine now ranks among the first-class private magazines in China, but at the beginning of its establishment, it also relied on connections, relationships and some shady advertising business. This is known to anyone who has dealt with the media circle.

"Moreover, this kid has ruined half a million labor and capital." Ai Miao said that, and put the wine glass on the table with a bang: "The imperial people are really greedy, the magazines are not counted as corrupt, but he himself is still corrupt. Me. Fuck."

"Oh?" Liu Xuan's expression eased a little when he heard this: "It's a good thing to be able to come and frustrate you, I'm afraid that there will be a gun in the back. Forget it, let's go to Donggang and see the situation. "

Ai Miao nodded.

"Mr. Liu, I'm... I'm so sorry."

Rushing.

Brushing the ground, the second child of the blade gang with dozens of blade gang disciples from behind bent down and bowed deeply.

"What's the situation in the warehouse?" Liu Xuanhan said with a face, ignored them, got out of the tour bus, walked towards Warehouse No. 98, and waved at Brother Zhao as he walked: "Old Zhao, you have helped me guard the yard so many times. , Why did someone make it like this this time?"

In the crowd, old Zhao heard the sound.

His face was bruised, his arm was broken, his bandage was put on, and his five gun-holding fingers burst one after another, and his bones were barely exposed. It seemed that he had not had time to seek medical attention.

Looking at the few people he was carrying, they were all scarred, either with a broken head or broken hand bones.

It can be seen that the approach of the visitors is brutal.

Liu Xuan glanced, feeling panicked, and quickly turned his attention away, but the anger in his heart was a little less.

It seems that people have tried their best.

"I don't know where those people came from, they are all pretty...very powerful. Fortunately, I helped you hold the field, otherwise I really don't know how to end it." Lao Zhao said with a low eyebrow, "The warehouse door was not opened. , This requires fingerprints to unlock, you see, my hand."

As he said, he raised his right hand and saw a bone in his little finger, not to mention fingerprints, even his fingers were cut in half.

"Seeing that I couldn't fight, I couldn't help it, so I cut off my finger and left it in the corner. The man couldn't open the door. Seeing our support came, I left first."

Obviously, Old Zhao lied.

...

half an hour earlier.

"Brother Zhao is awake! Brother Zhao is awake!" The dozen or so members of the Blade Gang who had gathered were excited when they saw Old Zhao wake up.

As soon as Lao Zhao woke up, he looked down at himself, and then he understood. He looked at his little finger subconsciously, and, apart from anything else, he ran to the gate of Warehouse No. 98 even without clothes.

Run to the door, the door is closed properly.

But there was a thump in his heart.

Although I was knocked out and lost my memory, I was always worried.

"Brother Zhao, did those people enter the warehouse?!"

"Don't talk nonsense! If this goes into the warehouse, we won't have a chance!"

The dozens of people who came were all from Old Zhao. The last group left was listening to the movement in the distance, and people were still coming one after another. The ones who came from behind were Blade's Edge helping others.

Old Zhao's face changed, with a cold face, he walked to the side of the road and picked up a brick.

"Brother Zhao? What are you doing?" One of them saw him holding up a brick high, with a vicious expression on his face, and he quickly stopped.

"You all remembered that when you saw labor and management, labor and management were injured, dare to say a little more, don't blame my old Zhao's gun, I don't recognize people!" Lao Zhao raised his hand and pulled it. His man shook off a few steps away, looking murderous.

With the hand raised high, the brick that was holding it slammed down.

Snapped! There was a muffled sound, accompanied by a crisp sound of cracking bones.

Old Zhao's face was sweaty, and his hand bone was broken without saying a word.

He took a dagger from his waist with his left hand and pressed it on his little finger that could open the warehouse fingerprint lock.

Hand up the knife and drop.

It's bloody.

The crowd shivered, bowed their heads and dared not look up.