The ups and downs of the outside world and the volatility of the stock market have nothing to do with this.

Because the press conference is still going on...

Although reporters are very curious about Guan Zu's identity, paparazzi will surround his exposed home address within 20 minutes at most.

And who lives inside, they will naturally find out. It doesn't matter, there will definitely be time to publish the newspaper.

Seizing the time to ask more questions is the most important thing at this moment.

"Sir Zhou, now that the identities of several people have been identified, do the police have a corresponding arrest plan? How long do you think it will take?"

"Since the case is still under investigation, the arrest plan is a secret of the police. In order to prevent the criminal from becoming alert, you understand."

"No comment?"

Zhou Yu smiled and nodded.

"Next question."

Liang Ziwei stretched out her hand to select one person and made a gesture of invitation.

The fat male reporter was a little excited, it was finally his turn.

Clear your mind. The important points that need to be asked have already been asked by others. Asking them again is a waste of opportunity. You have to ask something else.

He has already thought of a wonderful question with an absolutely tricky angle and is about to speak.

"Found it!" A reporter shouted loudly: "Guan Zu, that Guan Zu, the son of the Chief Superintendent of the North District!"

"What?!"

"Really or not?!"

"The son of the Chief Superintendent of the North District?!"

The attention of all reporters was instantly drawn to him, and the flames of gossip burned like an uncrowned king.

The reporter who spoke out was extremely excited. He turned on his mobile phone screen with great dignity, raised his nostrils and said: "The frontline battle report is absolutely true!"

What does this prove? This proves that their ability to spy on information is the best in the world!

None of you can!

Highlight moment.

There is also a chain of contempt among reporters.

"Wow? Chief Superintendent of the North District? After searching for a long time, he turned out to be the son of the Chief Superintendent?"

“A policeman’s son killed a policeman? Breaking news!”

"If you want to kill a policeman, why not kill his father?"

"Maybe his dad is the mastermind?"

"It makes sense, it makes sense, it makes so much sense, I admire it."

"I've thought about tomorrow's front page headline, "Shocked! The murderer of the police officer turned out to be the chief superintendent of the police force..."

Jingle bells, jingle bells, more and more reporters are receiving battle reports from the front, and they are sure.

This is the home of the Chief Superintendent!

The identity of the last person is revealed, Guan Zu, the only son of the North District Chief Superintendent!

In an instant, the reporters were surrounded by an even more intense thirst for knowledge, and Zhou Yu was their best exploration target.

"Sir Zhou, what do you think about this matter?"

"Sir Zhou, did you deliberately not reveal his identity just now because you were afraid that the image of the police force would be damaged?"

"Sir Zhou, are you under any pressure from above?"

"Sir Zhou, is the Chief Superintendent still in office? Has the police force taken any measures in this regard?"

"Sir Zhou..."

"Sir Zhou..."

"Don't grab it! I was here first! It's my turn!" the chubby reporter howled angrily.

"Sir Zhou..."

"Sir Zhou..."

Thumb thump.

"It's 3:50 now, and there are still 10 minutes until the end. If everyone can't keep calm and ask questions in an orderly manner, then feel free to do it yourself." Of course it was Liang Ziwei who spoke. The short-haired and cold-faced goddess patted the microphone and looked like you.

I don’t stop my indifferent attitude.

The scene gradually returned to quiet, and whispers were unavoidable.

"It was me just now, it's my turn!" The chubby reporter waved his arms hard, trying to get Liang Ziwei's attention.

"You can ask questions." Liang Ziwei has a good memory and raised her hand to signal.

The little fat man took a breath and smiled. He was about to ask a question but was interrupted again. A person next to him who had just asked the question pulled his hand and whispered to him.

Xiaopang's eyes lit up and he immediately abandoned his original question and asked Zhou Yu very excitedly.

"Sir Zhou, Guan Zu's father is the chief superintendent and his mother is a real estate developer. There is also news that he also has a grandfather who is a retired justice of the High Court. How can the police ensure that he will not be involved in the subsequent trial?

Received preferential treatment?”

"What? Retired justice?"

"The background is so strong?"

It became noisy again, and the atmosphere gradually escalated. This family with this background is simply the pride of heaven.

There are now more than 20,000 police officers in Xiangjiang, but there are only 42 chief superintendents, and his father is one of them. This is already an extraordinary family background.

Who are the people real estate developers come into contact with? They are all consortiums, big banks, and various institutions. She might as well give in to her mother's influence.

More importantly, this retired justice of the Supreme Court is simply a king!

Don't think that people have no power just because they have retired, which is a big mistake.

What kind of place is the High Court? His disciples and disciples, and all kinds of famous people he comes into contact with, are all coaxing him every day.

He retired, but his successors are still there, and the lawyers are still there.

Inheritance is orderly, this is no joke.

There are people from the police force and people from the High Court.

Is this possible without favoritism?

"Sir Zhou, please answer."

"Yes, Sir Zhou, don't avoid the question."

Aggressive urging came from the reporters' mouths, and guns were aimed at Zhou Yu.

Liang Ziwei glanced at Zhou Yu secretly, the problem was very difficult.

In fact, they roughly discussed the entire meeting process before the meeting, and the Public Relations Department also drew up plans for some issues.

I also knew how to control the entire time.

For example, it was expected that Guan Zu's identity was discovered. The difference was sooner or later.

The closer to the end, the better. In this way, the police force will face fewer questions and the pressure will naturally be reduced.

But this question is still unexpected. The reporter dug too fast. It depends on how Zhou Yu answers.

"Don't worry, everyone. If you just say something like this to each other, I won't have a chance to interrupt."

Zhou Yu pressed his hands, stood up, and scanned the audience with cold eyes.

"I know that everyone is very concerned about the fairness of the legal system. I have also heard several issues raised by everyone just now, such as pressure from the top, etc."

Then he raised his hand towards the chubby reporter: "Including this reporter's question, it is actually this question in essence. Time is limited, so I will answer them all at once."

"good!"

"good!"

There was loud applause, the reporter's face glowed red, he responded positively, and he was full of expectations.

Zhou Yu's expression remained unchanged, still stern.

"I just want to say that no matter what they do, I am a policeman. Since the case is in my hands, I will handle it impartially and will not be biased because of anyone's relationship."

"How to guarantee it?"

"Isn't this just empty talk? It doesn't say anything?"

The reporter was dissatisfied because the gap was too big.

Zhou Yu slapped the rostrum with his palm, opened his eyes wide at the reporter who was speaking, and said angrily: "More than twenty policemen have died, and there are more than 20,000 policemen outside looking at me! Do you think I dare to show favoritism?

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To be continued...