All the media reporters looked at Zhuo Lin, this was truly a moment in the spotlight.
Zhuo Lin was a little bit nervous, it was his first time facing so many people, and they were reporters at that. He wasn’t someone who enjoyed attracting attention, and he was very unaccustomed to it.
But if he didn’t explain himself now, that old fox Zhuo Tang would muddle through.
"Mr. Zhuo, I think we haven’t yet..."
"Zhuo Lin, all the reporters are here today. I need to formally apologize to you on behalf of your brother. It was his carelessness that led to your design blueprint being leaked! We didn’t have time to clear your name, and you were expelled from school, which is indeed our fault. You are an excellent designer, and your talent should not be buried." Zhuo Tang was compelled to agree.
Not agreeing was a dead end.
"My mom..."
"Zhuo Lin, your grandfather kicked you all out because he had his reasons. As your uncle, I can’t override your grandfather’s decision. Even if you force me to my breaking point, I can’t agree. If you keep pushing for that ten billion, I won’t have a word to say, who let me fall into your trap. Nephew, the younger generation is indeed formidable!"
All the reporters said nothing! They quietly watched the two of them, these words were loaded.
The reporters understood, it turned out that young Mr. Zhuo had set this trap.
Secrets revealed.
This stirred up their hearts.
Zhuo Lin was left in an awkward position by just one sentence from Zhuo Tang, proving that an old ginger is indeed spicier.
What a brilliant tactic.
He Weng pushed aside Zhuo Lin to face Zhuo Tang, maintaining an unmoved expression. The old fox looked down on He Weng, not taking him seriously at all, treating him like a small fry.
In his heart, he believed all of this was orchestrated by his clever nephew, Zhuo Lin.
When people encounter disgraceful situations, especially involving ten billion, they easily get impulsive, and by being impulsive, they lose their rationality, and losing rationality leads to dead ends.
Not thinking things through, even if it was a setup, could it have been orchestrated so perfectly?
In fact, He Weng and the others really didn’t plan this. Who could have known they’d run into Zhuo Tang?
Such coincidences occur by chance.
He Weng’s courageous act was largely spurred by Zhuo Tang’s arrogant attitude, otherwise he wouldn’t have been prompted into such chivalrous behavior.
That bottle of wine?
He Weng also smiled bitterly, it really wasn’t intentional. It was because Bai Xiao mentioned last time how good this wine tasted, urging him to try it if there was a chance. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have drunk such expensive wine even at gunpoint.
He knows his money is hard earned; He Weng isn’t the type to squander it and never loses sight of himself.
It was all fate.
"Mr. Zhuo, your words are incorrect! You hold a significant position and are a renowned tycoon on Hong Kong Island, while we are all nobodies, especially your nephew whose reputation is about to fall into the gutter due to you. A light word from you, a jest, an accident, an apology, and you think that can clear his name?
The damages, the irreparable harm to his reputation, to you Mr. Zhuo, are mere light words. Joking? Then what do we need the police for? Kill someone and just visit to apologize, say it was an accident, sorry.
Then everyone can get away with it, the dead will be in vain, and the living continue to enjoy life! Wouldn’t that throw our society into chaos!
It is necessary to hold a press conference, to clarify this matter, letting everyone know, to clear Zhuo Lin of this unjust accusation.
Moreover, regarding your accusation of us setting a trap, I really cannot agree with you.
A trap?
Haha, who are these few here? Reporter friends, who are these people here?"
He Weng pointed at the four with Zhuo Tang.
A reporter answered for him.
"They are the CEO of Zhuo Group, the owner of He Family Company, the general manager of Fan Enterprises, and the executive director of Dowlin Technology. All four are famous business tycoons."
Zhuo Tang felt even more embarrassed, usually, he’d enjoy such attention but today, this was not spotlight glory, this was a face slap.
The old patriarch would certainly find out, whether he leans his head forward or back, trouble is there.
"Mr. Zhuo, look, everyone here knows you as the famous head of Zhuo Group. How old are you? How old is Zhuo Lin? A setup? Don’t make me laugh out loud as a junior, do we have the capability to know you would be dining here today at noon? Or have the foresight to predict you would reserve the place for a meal?
Can we force you to say out loud about a hundred billion times compensation for the meal? Your words come from your mouth; can we force you to say those things?
As soon as the bill was presented, all sorts of excuses and shirks appeared. Actually, there’s no need, ten billion is just a drop in the ocean for you and Zhuo Group, just a meal matter.
If you feel distressed and unwilling, Zhuo Lin is your nephew. Even if you refuse to let his parents be buried together, even if you are unwilling to return their belongings, much less let your own son apologize for framing Zhuo Lin, that’s alright.
You don’t give it, we can’t just forcibly take it. At worst, Zhuo Lin, think of it as your nephew’s filial respect money to his uncle. The reputation of Zhuo Group needs you to uphold it.
Even after the Zhuo family kicked you out, you’re no longer one of them, but you can’t watch your uncle’s credit being damaged.
Even if you have no money, spending ten billion to buy a good credit for Mr. Zhuo, buy a stable Zhuo Group stock price, buy your own conscience, worthy of your father’s family, not a bad deal. The ten billion spent is worthwhile!"
These words were recorded by the reporters.
Zhuo Tang’s face turned ashen, seething so much that his lips turned pale. If these words make headlines, Zhuo Group’s stock would plunge by tomorrow.
Damn stable Zhuo Group stock, damn good credit?
Isn’t this sarcasm?
This was essentially telling everyone that Zhuo Group doesn’t honor its promises, and there are issues with Zhuo Group’s shareholders.
How ruthless.
Reporters got excited; this was great material.
A topic to be continually discussed.
"Mr. Zhuo, is what this gentleman said true?"
"Mr. Zhuo, can Zhuo Group really not come up with ten billion? Is it financial strain, or a lack of funds?"
"Mr. Zhuo, is this gentleman speaking the truth?"
"Did your son really frame Mr. Zhuo? Was the plagiarism incident deliberate? Why do such a thing?"
"Is it because you’re unwilling to accept Mr. Zhuo’s inheritance rights?"
Zhuo Tang was infuriated.
At this moment, one of his words could be crucial, very deadly.
He Da and the other three were already preparing to sneak away quietly; at this moment, anything they said would be wrong. In a bad turn of events, their company could be implicated, and no one would gamble their company here.
Zhuo Tang gnashed his teeth.
"The ten billion was agreed upon by me and my three friends together. Since we’ve said it, we naturally can make it happen. Chairman He, Mr. Fan, and Mr. Li will issue cash checks to Zhuo Lin. The money, we can provide, and the other affairs concerning Zhuo Lin have nothing to do with us."
It’s just money?
I’ll crush you with it!