Inside the presidential suite of the Marriott Hotel.
Feng Chengjin sat like a cold, silent lion. Opposite him, Wang Yikun had already been scolded earlier. If it weren’t necessary to deal with the matter first at this moment...
Wang Yikun truly didn’t understand after knowing Feng Chengjin for so many years that his temper would be this terrifying. Whether he could survive was still unknown.
Currently, the entire public relations team of Fengyi Company, along with the secretariat, had all arrived at the inner study of the presidential suite to reduce the impact on the company.
In an instant, all the necessary calls were made, the necessary outbursts had occurred, dealing with every large and small newspaper, website, and TV station. In less than half an hour, tens of thousands of news posts were frantically reposted. No matter what method was used, they were told to take down the news immediately.
In the center of the living room, Feng Chengjin sat cross-legged, cold and silent.
He turned a deaf ear to the bustling operations of the nearby team.
Beside him sat Qi Miao, the editor-in-chief of the Economic Vision magazine, who was also called over due to the sudden explosion of news in Rong City today.
He and a few editors under him were flipping through articles submitted by Gu Zixuan over the years, preparing to create an internal scoop column.
Even though this kind of move was somewhat gambling with the future of the magazine, if the public got angry, wrong decisions could lead the entire magazine to be implicated.
However, those in media news understood that it’s best for news to have both voices, with both positive and negative opinions. A one-sided approach was definitely not the rigorous attitude a journalism professional should have.
Feng allowing him to do this wasn’t considered a betrayal of his professional ethics.
Besides, concerning how much Feng Chengjin cared about Miss Gu...
Qi Miao looked up for a moment. Although he knew it was inappropriate, he couldn’t help but smirk.
Opposite them sat President Zhou from the Entertainment First Look newspaper, the initial publisher of this news.
At this moment, he was shivering, already covered in cold sweat.
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With trembling legs, President Zhou quickly and tremulously said, "President Feng, Feng, I really didn’t know the other party was your fiancée. Someone was trying to harm you. If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared to release it even if I had a hundred times more courage. The man who delivered the photo was wearing a hat. Although I can remember his face, our newspaper is small; we don’t have cameras installed. You ask me to provide a complete description of the other party’s appearance, I really can’t describe it..."
President Zhou was really about to cry, speaking stutteringly.
Confronted by Feng Chengjin’s even colder and more piercing gaze, he felt completely crushed by the pressure, "President Feng, what I’m saying is true. I can only remember that the other party was about 1.78 or 1.80 meters tall, looked ordinary, no special features, had a northern accent, moved very quickly, about 30 years old. I just felt his gaze looked sinister, and there was a scar on his right wrist..."
Wang Yikun completely lost his cool upon hearing this, rushed over, holding the phone, and regardless of the ongoing call, he rebuked, "How dare you take photos from someone you think is a bad guy! Even though the other party’s father currently faces penalties, and his status hasn’t been restored, she is still the daughter of a former Vice Governor! Aren’t you afraid the other side has other connections, leading to upper-level conflicts, and destroying you! How dare you run an entertainment magazine with such awareness!"
President Zhou was so frightened by the shouting that tears almost burst out. He took out a handkerchief and anxiously said, "Hasn’t it been rumored in the circle for months that Vice Governor Gu had offended some higher authority, and others wanted to bring him down, so I thought maybe someone wanted to take down their family, that’s why..."
Upon hearing this, Feng Chengjin darkly cast down his eyebrows...
Without answering, he paused and asked coldly, "What does the scar on the wrist look like?"
"About five or six centimeters, like a centipede... oh no, no, like a cross flower," President Zhou strained to recall.
Wang Yikun exploded in anger, immediately roaring, "What does it look like? One is an animal, the other is a plant! Are you bad at intelligence or eyesight?"
This time, President Zhou really shivered in fear and shed two tears, "Director Wang, it’s truly not my fault. The scar was clearly stitched up before, but it seems to have been made to not be seen clearly, scraped by some blunt object."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yikun was completely out of temper.
Damn, thirty years old, nearly 1.80 meters tall, ordinary-looking, northern accent; in a cosmopolitan city like Rong City, there are tons of people fitting that description!