Fifty to sixty reporters had been left hanging in the auditorium for an entire day.
It was already seven o 'clock in the evening. After eight hours of waiting, they were tired and hungry. Some of them were even holding in their feces and urine. They were so uncomfortable that their faces were extremely ugly. During these eight hours, their minds and bodies had been tortured by indescribable pain. They were on the verge of collapse.
Midway through, someone tried to force his way out. In the end, he was beaten until his face was bruised and swollen. Furthermore, the other party showed no mercy to the women. They directly slapped them. In their eyes, Feng Wuhen and the other security personnel were no different from the yakuza.
Some of the female reporters cried. After eight hours of suffering, coupled with Feng Wuhen's ruthlessness, fatigue, hunger, and the urge to pee, their willpower was about to be destroyed. They were like prisoners in prison, dreaming and longing for the outside world.
"Good news, good news. The person you want to interview, President Xiao, is finally here!"
A voice as loud as a drake's rang out. It was Zhang Dashan's voice.
This sentence was like music to the ears of the reporters in the auditorium. They knew that this torturous wait was about to end. They would soon be able to leave this place. Each and every one of them immediately perked up.
Xiao Luo walked in leisurely and went straight to the front of the stage.
He was wearing a slim black long-sleeved sweater with red and white stripes on it. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing his arms. His smooth and fair face had a slight smile on it.
The reporters were all stunned. They thought to themselves, This is the boss of Lo Fong? How can he be so young?
It was no wonder they were so surprised. The bosses of typical companies were basically middle-aged men. They had never seen such a young boss before.
"You must be hungry, right? I've prepared dinner for you! "Xiao Luo looked at the crowd and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lo Fong's staff pushed a large amount of pastries and bread in a small cart. Every reporter present was given a few pieces of bread, and Xiao Luo also had one for himself.
He sat down gracefully and began to eat with relish in front of the reporters. As he ate, he said, "Lo Fong is a company that produces pastries and bread. This is the only thing we can serve you. Hurry up and eat. Only after eating will you have the energy to carry out your interview."
A male reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses had a mental breakdown. Although he was hungry, this hunger was nothing compared to the humiliation he had suffered today. He grabbed the bread in front of him and threw it on the ground. He stomped on it a few times and roared at Xiao Luo, "Stop pretending to be nice to us. You've imprisoned us here for a day. When we get out, you'll receive a summons from the court. Fifty to sixty summons, I don't believe you can't go to jail!"
The smile on Xiao Luo's face instantly disappeared and was replaced by a haze. "I hate people who waste food the most."
Feng Wuhen's face was fierce. He took a step forward and pointed at the man in black-rimmed glasses. He shouted, "Pick up the bread!"
Every word was spoken with a strong sense of threat.
The man in black-rimmed glasses trembled. Under Feng Wuhen's threat, he reluctantly picked up the bread.
"Eat it!"
Two faint words were heard.
It was not Feng Wuhen who said it, but Xiao Luo who was on the stage.
His voice was very soft, but it made every reporter present feel a deep tremor in their souls.
Xiao Luo had given them the impression that he was polite and amiable. However, this impression collapsed in an instant. They realized that the ruthless one was not the security guards around them, but the seemingly harmless young boss.
The face of the man in black-rimmed glasses suddenly changed. His eyes trembled as he looked at Xiao Luo on the stage. "You … You …"
He never thought that Xiao Luo, who was always talking and laughing, would be such a cruel and merciless person. He actually asked him to eat the stained bread. This was simply humiliating him in public.
"What about you? Brother Xiao told you to eat the bread. Didn't you hear him?" Feng Wuhen's face was ferocious as he spoke viciously. His body emitted a strong murderous aura.
The fear of WindWithoutTrace overwhelmed everything else. The man with the black-rimmed glasses did not dare disobey. He chewed the dirty bread in his hand into his stomach and cried. He was a grown man, but he was being tortured to the point of tears.
Xiao Luo smiled again. He was a completely different person compared to his previous gloomy expression. The former was sunny and simple, while the latter was sinister and ruthless.
The other reporters met his gaze and quickly lowered their heads to eat the bread.
"It seems that you are indeed hungry!"
Xiao Luo stood up with satisfaction. He waved his hand and Zhang Dashan handed him a document.
This document recorded the information of the reporters below in detail. Zhang Dashan had searched for the reporters' names through his connections. He did not do anything else for the day and just sorted out the information.
"Ding Xiaozhen!"
Xiao Luo said a name. "Who is Ding Xiaozhen?"
"It's … It's me …"
A sweet-looking female reporter stood up embarrassedly.
"Your hometown is An County in Hu Province. Both your parents are still alive and you have a younger brother who is still in school. Am I right?" Xiao Luo asked with a smile.
The female reporter's eyes widened and she nodded subconsciously.
Xiao Luo ignored her and read out the next reporter's name.
"Lu Dehua, you live in Tian City in He Province. You have a six-year-old son …"
"Luan Jinyuan, from Tang County in Jiang City …"
"Gong Lili, from Hehua County in Shan Province …"
One by one, Xiao Luo named their names and gave out their specific home addresses. The faces of the reporters who were family members all changed. Although Xiao Luo's tone was not threatening, they felt an indescribable sense of fear and crisis.
After Xiao Luo read out the information of more than a dozen reporters, he closed the document with a bang. His hawk-like eyes coldly scanned the crowd below. "Now, you can interview me!" He turned to Zhang Dashan. "Return their equipment to them."
“OK！”
Zhang Dashan ran out eagerly.
Not long after, the reporters' microphones, cameras, and cell phones were all returned.
Yet, they stood rooted to the ground, motionless …
Interview? How was he going to interview them?
The other party knew their home addresses and family members very well. This was clearly a threat!
At this moment, they seemed to be convinced of one thing, and that was that Lo Fong really had a background in the yakuza.
Although they were usually arrogant and looked down on celebrities and rich bosses, and were even confident that they could destroy the image of a public figure at any time if they wanted to, they were afraid of the yakuza from the bottom of their hearts.
The yakuza had no principles. If you provoked them, you had to be prepared for revenge at any time!
"No, no, we won't interview you anymore. President Xiao, I promise that there won't be any negative news about Lo Fong on any major media."
"Yes, yes, yes, the quality of Lo Fong's bread is up to standard. It tastes very good. We've tasted it with our own mouths. It's much better than Taste Buds'."
"We have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. President Xiao is magnanimous. I hope you won't lower yourself to our level."
They compromised. The group of reporters all put down their attitude and smiled apologetically to Xiao Luo.
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