After leaving Yuzhuxuan, Zhao Xiaohan drove to Starbucks alone. In fact, the reason why Zhao Xiaohan wanted to see the boss of the media company was very simple. It was not to let them delete the news posts, nor to make some transactions with them. He just wanted to know where these photos came from.

At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, after Zhao Xiaohan parked his car in the parking space, he arrived at the second floor of Starbucks. On a position next to the window, a middle-aged man who looked white and fat was sitting there, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and kind, but his eyes revealed a cunning and glittering light.

"Mr. Zhao, here." The man next to him stood up and waved at Zhao Xiaohan. When he heard the sound, Zhao Xiaohan turned his head and saw the fat man for the first time, he already knew the other party's identity. The boss of the news media he came to meet today was him.

Zhao Xiaohan stepped forward, walked to the position next to the window and sat down, snapped his fingers, asked for a cup of coffee, raised his head, looked at the fat man, and said softly: "You are Mr. Luo, are you?"

"It's just below." The fat man spoke in a very literary way, looking like a scholar who devoted himself to studying ancient culture. However, whenever Zhao Xiaohan saw the light in his eyes, he would dispel his illusion. After hearing the fat man's words, Zhao Xiaohan nodded gently and said, "My surname is Zhao, Zhao Xiaohan, I think you should know who I am, right?"

"Of course I know." The fat man smiled and nodded and said, "In our Yanjing, few people don't know Mr. Zhao's identity. Han Shao, one of the four young masters in Beijing, the chairman of Zhao's group, the creator of Creation Studio, the fiancé of the chairman of Sun's group, and in our Yanjing, at least half of the territory is up to you. No matter which identity, stomping your feet in our Yanjing will cause an earthquake. How could I not know your identity?"

The fat man's words were very pleasing, and there was a hint of flattery. He was wearing everything but not wearing flattery. It's a pity that Zhao Xiaohan didn't eat this set. Listening to the fat man's introduction, Zhao Xiaohan smiled, picked up the coffee the waiter had just sent, and took a sip and said: "Those are false names. I have only one identity, that is, the chairman of the Zhao Group. Let's get straight to the point. The purpose of my visit today is very simple. I want to know how those photos fell into your hands. Don't fool me. You should know my temper. The consequences of fooling me are very serious. You may not be able to bear it."

"This..." After Zhao Xiaohan's words fell, a hint of embarrassment flashed across the fat man's face: "Mr. Zhao, you also know that the most basic principle of doing our business is to keep secrets for those who contribute. I dare not fool you, but if you make me violate professional ethics, I can't do it."

Listening to the fat man's hypocritical words and looking at his hypocritical appearance, Zhao Xiaohan looked at him impatiently and frowned: "I don't want to know who instructed you to send these photos. I just want to know how those photos fell into your hands. Don't talk to me about professional ethics. In your career, you have never had professional ethics. If there is any, I will not send out my photos silently. You know, I can sue you for slander."

"Mr. Zhao, don't be embarrassed by me. I really can't tell you. If you really want to sue me for slander, I have nothing to say." Seeing Zhao Xiaohan's expression, the fat man simply threw apart. He didn't believe that Zhao Xiaohan dared to make a big deal. If the matter really gets bigger and bigger, it will only be more and more unfavorable to Zhao Xiaohan. For him, it will increase his popularity. Why don't he do it?

"It seems that you are punishing the wine if you toast or not." It is obvious that the other party gave up and got it right. Zhao Xiaohan dared not make things worse. Unfortunately, he didn't understand Zhao Xiaohan's temper and Zhao Xiaohan's personality too much. After hearing the other party's words, Zhao Xiaohan smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Luo, tomorrow morning, you will receive my lawyer's letter. Similarly, I would like to advise you to be careful when going out in the future and not be hit by a car, otherwise it would be not good to die young. It's better to make so much money and not be taken away even if you die. It's better to live. Make less money and spend more."

"Zhao Xiaohan, what do you mean? Threat me?" As soon as Zhao Xiaohan said, the fat man became angry and slapped on the table. Looking at the fat man's angry look, Zhao Xiaohan still smiled calmly and said, "It's not a threat, it's just a reminder. I hate others' toast and not eat and drink. Don't forget, this time, you provoked me first. If you have heard of me, you will know that I don't like to cause trouble, but if others provoke me, I will let him know how the word "death" is written."

"Okay, Mr. Luo, since I don't have any speculation, I won't say much. I hope you can do it yourself." After the words came, Zhao Xiaohan stood up, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to the fat man, saying, "Mr. Luo, if you figure it out, just make this call. I welcome you at any time. If you still can't figure it out, it's better to write a will, don't your wife and children can't even eat because you can't."

After a sentence came, Zhao Xiaohan turned around and left, regardless of the expression of the fat man behind him. Since he had the courage to provoke him, he had to have the courage to bear the consequences of provoking him. Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's disappearing back little by little, the fat man sat on the chair with a gray face, but his face was full of uneasiness. He had heard of Zhao Xiaohan's tricks more than once or twice? Well, he couldn't provoke anyone, but he just provoked Zhao Xiaohan. Isn't this a birthday boy hanging himself, and he thought his life had lived too long?

Walking out of Starbucks, Zhao Xiaohan narrowed his eyes and took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took out his phone, and called Kunzi's phone number. This matter is probably the most suitable person: "Kunzi, let A Niu ask you about Fatty Luo's home address. Before tonight, please ask his wife and children to travel. Remember, don't touch them, don't hurt them, treat them as guests, but remember one thing, don't let Fatty Luo know their whereabouts."
Chapter completed!