Chapter 172

When Ouyang Muhan heard song Jueyi say this, he couldn't help but feel funny, but he didn't show half of it.

Song Jueyi holds Ouyang Yuesheng in Ouyang Muhan's arms and says, "you are welcome to wait for me here with your baby. I'll arrange something and take you back."

Ouyang Muhan did not respond, but did not refuse, standing in the same place did not move.

When song Jue Yi saw her like this, she said nothing more and turned to the reporters who were surrounded by the security guards.

The reporters were the people who knew most about the gossip in qucheng. At this time, when they saw song Jueyi coming towards them, their faces could not help showing fear and subconsciously hugged the camera in their arms.

For song Jueyi's character, they know better than anyone else. If they really annoy him, a group of them can't afford to go.

At this time, they can't help regretting. How could they take this clue and come here?

But at this time, it's too late to regret. Song Jueyi walks slowly to these people, and there is still no expression on her face.

Walking in front of the group, song Jueyi looks at their faces one by one and keeps them in mind. Then she takes out her mobile phone and calls her assistant.

"Hello, President, I already know about the seaside playground. Now the convener is going there. What else do you need me to do now?" As soon as the phone was connected, the assistant's voice came.

"Don't bring too many people, you just need to be on the scene." Song Jueyi nodded with satisfaction, and he knew that his assistant could do everything, so he had nothing to worry about in public relations.

"Good, president!"

Song Jueyi hung up after arranging, put away her mobile phone, went to the group of reporters and asked in a cold voice, "OK, now please tell me, who sent you?"

“……” Song Jue Yi scanned the people below, but all of them looked at each other and didn't know how to answer his question.

"Don't you answer me?" Song Jue Yi cold voice asked again.

"Even if you don't answer, I will find out everything, but at that time, you won't have any chance!" Song Jue Yi cold voice reminded again.

"When I find out everything, you will pay more!" At last, song Jueyi was very impatient.

"So are you going to keep your mouth shut?" Song Jue Yi continued.

"Tell me the truth As soon as song Jue Yi's voice fell, the security guard beside him roared angrily.

The reporters were yelled by the voice of the security guard, and the whole group shivered, but they still looked at Song Jueyi timidly.

Their idea is very simple. Anyway, there are so many journalists here. Even if they don't say it, it will be said.

So in this way, all people dare not speak rashly, and no one wants to be the first shot bird.

Song Jue Yi knew what they were thinking, so she didn't worry. She raised her lips and laughed the next second.

"I know you don't dare to say. Do you think there are too many people, so I don't dare to do anything to make you so familiar?" Song Jue Yi asked word by word.

"In that case, I have to find some charges, put you all in prison, and then slowly investigate by myself."

Song Jue Yi said quietly: "anyway, you still have your company behind you. There will always be clues, won't there?"

"But in that case, you'll have bad luck. You can't help losing your job and being put into prison for a false charge. Do you think you can still find a good job after you come out?"

"I don't want to talk so much nonsense with you, but if you want to die like this, I'll have to trouble myself, anyway, you know Yes, I haven't appeared in qucheng road for nearly four years, so I don't mind standing in front of the public again. "

Song Jue Yi made it clear to these people one by one, but in fact, his heart was almost impatient. People who are familiar with song Jueyi all know that at this time, it just shows that his anger has been overstocked to the extreme.

But these reporters still look at each other, thinking that as long as there are many people, song Jueyi will not do anything to them.

When song Jue Yi saw their expressions, she immediately saw through their careful thinking.

"Good, very good, very good!"

Song Jue Yi said three good things in a row, clapped along her words, and finally looked at the reporters with a smile.

"President, here I am!" Just at this time, the assistant finally arrived.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The assistant walks to song Jue Yi and asks.

Song Jue Yi nodded and then pointed to the reporters, "check their press cards and record the companies they work for one by one. I want to make these companies disappear in qucheng in the shortest time."

"President, this..." The assistant is in a bit of a dilemma.

"What? What's the problem? " When song Jue Yi hears the assistant's embarrassment, she looks cold and asks in reply with a cold hum."No problem, it's just that the president, with so many newspapers, really wants to finish it all?"

"Is there anything you can't do?" Song Jue Yi raises her head and continues to ask.

The assistant can best detect song Jueyi's temper. He knows that at this time, song Jueyi is on the verge of patience, so he quickly nods and agrees to song Jueyi's request, "president, I'll do it right away!"

After the assistant finished, he arranged for his subordinates to check their work cards one by one.

Ouyang Muhan looks at all of song Jueyi's actions behind her. With her understanding of song Jueyi, she knows that song Jueyi is really angry. I don't know whether I'm angry with him or her, or both.

And she can also detect that song Jue Yi is throwing her anger on these reporters. Ouyang Muhan shakes his head. Song Jueyi has lost her judgment in anger.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the assistant had recorded all the reporters' newspaper companies. After recording these things, the assistant turned and walked up to song Jueyi, "president, these people's companies have been recorded, you see."

"Yes." Song Jue Yi took over the information recorded by her assistant and looked over it. She found that there were more than 30 newspapers on it, almost covering the whole Qu city. Song Jueyi frowned faintly, then threw the information to the assistant, "before tomorrow, call all the people in charge of the newspaper."

"Good!" The assistant didn't ask much. After receiving the information, he looked at the group of reporters and said, "what about the president and the group of people?"

"Why don't you ask me that? What else do I want you to do? " Song Jue Yi did not look at the group of people, directly threw the problem to the assistant. Assistant dumb, he knows song Jue Yi angry, but did not expect, he was so angry.

It seems that the future of qucheng will change.

In the past, I would rather offend Yama than song Jue Yi.

Now it may be that he would rather offend song Jueyi than Ouyang Muhan.

Offended song Jueyi, he may see mood, whether to let people pay the price. But if she offends Ouyang Muhan, song Jueyi will make the party pay a heavy price.

As for this group of journalists, they should have had a bright future, but now they seem to have been destroyed.

But when you think about it, aren't those newspapers and media companies the same?

How do they know that any clue will make them pay a heavy price?

Thinking of this, the assistant can't help shaking his head in his heart. It seems that the president of our company has been looking for Miss Ouyang Muhan for four years, and hasn't appeared in qucheng for a long time, so people here have forgotten his code of conduct.

I think the assistant also knows song Jueyi's plan. He is ready to take this opportunity to let people in qucheng remember his code of conduct and teach them a lesson.

The assistant shook his head again. Why do these people like to die so much?

The assistant ordered the surrounding security guards to confiscate the reporters' cameras and mobile phones one by one, because they wanted to ensure that the information just taken would not be circulated. But when these security guards did all this, they didn't notice that one of the reporters was using his mobile phone when people didn't pay attention.

After a while, his mobile phone screen showed that the photos had been sent out