Reigns took back his words and walked into the office with a heavy heart. He listened to the final resolution of the shareholders' meeting.
After two or three minutes, the phone was hung up. Reigns walked out of the office again, but he was not as calm as before.
It was as if his spirit had been sucked out and he had lost all his fighting spirit. At the conference table, when he was facing his subordinates, he only said one sentence.
"Try your best to make up for what you have done. I will hold a press conference tomorrow to apply for my resignation..."
As soon as Reigns finished his words, his subordinates, who had been noisy and ready to go out to work overtime, all quieted down. A huge mistake could lead to unbearable consequences.
And their own chief editor's road to promotion was completely ruined because of this incident. Thinking of this, the staff gnashed their teeth and cursed Blair, who had implicated their boss.
Could it be that this fellow saw that the matter had been exposed, so he packed up and ran away?
No, how could it be possible?
Blair still didn't know that his information had been leaked. He was now in the police station of Queens, waiting to be bailed out.
This was the result of the cooperation between Rongzhi and Xu Xiaoxiao. Rongzhi had sent Blair's schedule to Xu Xiaoxiao on his computer, and Blair's men had been following him.
Not to mention that such a high-end and classy thing like faking an accident was self-taught, Han Zhujiu's subordinates bumped into him, rubbed against him, and acted shamelessly, which infuriated the black reporter.
In order to save face in front of his beautiful date, Blair had pushed him, and the man had rolled on the ground. He had a headache, a stomachache, a sore foot, and a sore butt. His whole body was twitching. He acted like he was about to die.
Blair's lover was scared away, and his companion called the police. The actor was now being examined in the hospital, and poor Blair was first put in the temporary detention center of the police station.
What kind of people were in the detention center of Queens?
Haha, that's complicated. There are drunkards, thieves, gangsters, and addicts. In short, there aren't any good people.
Filled with righteous indignation, Han Zhujiu, who wanted to see Blair being detained with his own eyes, stood outside the cell door Blair was locked in.
"Sigh, Zhong Yuesheng … it is I, Han Zhujiu …"
A man in the innermost part of the temporary detention cell slowly stood up. His tower-like body gave people a sense of oppression.
"Here comes the job. Five hundred dollars. Let this black man have a taste of his power without any injuries!"
Han Zhujiu took out a roll of cash from his pocket and waved it in front of Zhong Yuesheng.
"After you're done, you'll be in charge of bailing me out …" The man did not have any expression. He only glanced at the 'Little White' who had just entered, wanting to get more benefits for himself.
"No problem! How long will it take for me to come and protect you? "
"Thirty minutes later, go to the front and bail me out. I'll take half of the fee first …"
"Done. Han Zhujiu quietly stuffed a few bills into Zhong Yuesheng's chest pocket, ending the conversation that Zhong Yuesheng had been whispering ever since he got up. The two were still speaking in Chinese.
Blair was confused, but his heart was filled with endless disdain. I knew this Asian was not a good person. You deliberately wanted to blackmail him. Look at the people he talked to. They were all in the cell.
When he got out of prison, these yellow people would not get a cent of compensation from him. He would rather hire the best lawyer and spend all the money on him.
Unfortunately, Blair was too optimistic. He did not notice that Zhong Yuesheng was looking at him as if he was a gold ingot.
It was another busy night in the Queens police station. For an area with a lot of cases, the number of police officers at night was quite high.
While everyone was busy with their work, they didn't care about the screams that came from the detention area …
Han Zhujiu walked out of the NYPD unhurriedly and smoked a cigarette outside the door. He used an ECCO soft bottom to crush the cigarette butt of a Liqun cigarette given by a friend in China.
It was 13 yuan a pack. It was much better than American Camel.
A short-haired Asian man stood by the window of the Queens police station's foreign affairs office. He calmly knocked on the table and said the following words.
"I'm here to bail out my friend … Um … His name is Zhong Yuesheng …"
"Okay, sign here …" "This stowaway is also his former subordinate. Please take him in and advise Zhong Yuesheng not to be so self-respecting …"
The light at the corner of the street flickered a few times, but it finally resisted the fate of being extinguished. Two equally tough figures walked side by side. If one did not observe carefully, one would not be able to see the big guy. They slightly moved away from each other.
"How's Blair inside?"
"Well, it hurts for a while, but I can't find out. He did not hurt his tendons or bones …"
The next morning, even the paperboy on the bicycle couldn't help but be serious. He threw out today's newspaper and hurried away.
All the newspapers in New York and outside of New York had the same headline: "The New York Times Falsifies News".
There were countless ways to write headlines and countless versions of news content, but all of them shockingly reflected the same problem: the credibility of the news reporter and the authenticity of the news media.
The clamor on the streets of New York, the explosive news, and the people who were worried about the country and the people made every newspaper related to this news on the street sell quite well.
As for the source of the news, the New York Times, their newspaper was sold out as soon as it was placed on the shelves.
This was a huge increase in sales, which directly crushed the Post and several other newspapers.
But the New York Times did not want to see this kind of sales, because this was their biggest scandal and credibility crisis, and it was the most real reaction from the public.
Their competitors must have woken up with a smile that morning. The New York Times would need a newcomer to turn the tide in the future.
Qin Guan was walking on the campus of Columbia University. His classmates greeted him as if they were familiar with each other. They were curious about the magical turn of events that had taken place in the past two days.
They were curious about the miraculous turn of events, but as high-quality students, they did not ask any rude questions.
His female classmates liked him even more after he had been cleared in less than a day.
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