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The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator. Some reporters who were not afraid of death chased the windy car, patted the window and asked what the wind was going to do.

Knowing that the car was on the ChuanLiu Road, fengchuchu and Kelly were relieved.

This is fengchuchu's mobile phone ringing. It's a strange number. Fengchuchu hesitated for a moment and answered it.

"Cora's wisest way now is not to argue and apologize seriously." Si Yeqing's magnetic and sexy voice rang out on the phone.

"I know, thank you," said Feng ChuChu and hung up the phone. She seemed to forget the embarrassment of being surrounded by reporters just now, and a trace of warmth appeared in her heart.

"Oh, which handsome boy called you? No, it should be a handsome boy." Kelly joked.

"Do you want me to throw you down?" Feng said expressionless.

Kelly is still very wise to shut up and discuss the solution with Feng ChuChu.

"Alan will definitely write about it. If we don't have enough evidence to prove that they did it, your position as general manager may not be guaranteed," Kelly said.

Feng ChuChu nodded. Feibu is now in a critical state. In case feibu can't stick to it, he must choose a home owner.

"I apologize for holding a press conference tomorrow."

Kelly nodded and immediately found several newspapers that had a good relationship with her to ensure that the reporters were not as malicious as the group of reporters at the door of the hospital.

After returning to the company, YAL asked fengchuchu what to do. Fengchuchu truthfully told YAL what he thought.

"But you can only do this kind of thing once. No matter what you do, they will think you are lying and your things are inferior," Yar said.

Feng ChuChu nodded. "I won't let this happen again in the future."

On the day of the press conference, many more journalists came than expected, because many of them came through various means.

Kelly quickly asked the security guard to drive out the reporters who didn't have invitations, but she was clearly stopped by the wind.

"If you do this, it will only make them feel guilty," Feng ChuChu said.

Feng ChuChu came to the stage and walked to Mai. Before she spoke, a reporter shouted below, "Ms. Phoenix, how do you want to compensate those injured consumers?"

"Sorry, not now..." Kelly tried to stop the reporter, but she was organized by the wind.

"This is really the wrong thing we did in Phoenix Contact. It was my negligent management, so there was such a big problem. Here, I sincerely apologize to those injured consumers," said Fengchu and bowed.

"So what are you going to do?" the reporter said reluctantly.

"We will recover all problematic mobile phones at their original price and give them some spiritual compensation. For those injured customers, we will reimburse all expenses, including medical expenses, board expenses, work delay expenses, and a very considerable spiritual compensation. For those old mobile phones, we will destroy them in front of the public to ensure that they will not appear in the future "Mobile phone" Feng said sincerely.

"Don't you think it's too late to do this now? One person's eyes are gone," another reporter asked.

"I'm deeply sorry for this," Feng made a clear bow.

No matter what difficult questions the reporter asks again, Feng ChuChu can follow good advice and answer them very sincerely, which makes some journalists who deliberately pick things difficult.

Unconsciously, the originally scheduled one hour press conference lasted three hours. Both the wind and the reporter were a little tired.

"Well, today's press conference is right here. We Phoenix Contact Group will properly handle this matter..." Kelly hurried up to finish the work.

Suddenly, the police in police uniforms came in. They went straight to fengchuchu's side and showed their ID cards. "Is this Cora Phoenix, please?"

"I am," Feng said, looking at the policeman.

The reporters took out their cameras and took pictures frantically. The police found them. This must be big news.

"Please come with us," said the policeman seriously.

Feng ChuChu nodded, turned to Kelly and said, "the company asks you."

So Feng ChuChu calmly followed the police. The press conference was originally held to restore his image. Because of the arrival of the police, it fell short.

Sitting in the police car, the wind was clear, with handcuffs on his hands, and his face rested peacefully on the back of the chair, closing the curtain to refresh himself.

"Don't you defend yourself?" a policeman asked curiously. His name is Jarvis. He is about 30 years old. He is very masculine and handsome. He is the police grass of the police force. Of course, his family background is also good.

"Excuse me, I don't even know what my crime is," Feng said clearly.

"Don't you ask?"

Feng ChuChu opened his eyes and gave Jarvis a faint look. "I thought you would say."

Jarvis choked. In fact, it should have been said that when they went, there were so many reporters in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble. So I didn't say.

"We suspect you're helping a gangster launder money"

Feng ChuChu listens and suddenly smiles. Tears of laughter come out, gangster? Money laundering? Is this the role of an old fool in Hong Kong.

"You know, once this crime is established, you will face a sentence ranging from 10 to 20 years. Aren't you afraid," Jarvis said.

"Why should I be afraid? I'm so rich. Am I crazy? I'm going to do that kind of thing, don't you say, officer." Feng's clear eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

Jarvis's face turned red. The woman was the devil in hell, full of temptation.

Less than one noon, there were wind windows on the Internet. Videos and photos taken away by the police were wildly circulated on the Internet.

Yar immediately contacted his contacts in the police station and tried to get the wind out as clear as possible, but Yar understood that first, the previous mobile phone time, and now there is a money laundering storm. Even if the wind comes out, it is difficult for people in the family to trust the wind again.

After arriving at the interrogation room, the police headed by Jarvis handed Feng ChuChu a picture and asked Feng ChuChu if he knew the people in the picture.

As soon as Feng ChuChu saw it, he couldn't help laughing. In the photo, a black uncle with a thick face had a Mickey Mouse tattooed on his face.

Feng ChuChu suddenly thought of a Hong Kong film he had seen before. This uncle must be like the gangster uncle in sweet honey. He is a man with a story.

Jarvis coughed. The wind immediately put away his smile and said seriously, "sorry, I don't know him."

"Don't know him, you smile so happy," said a young policeman next to Jarvis.