Tang Huanxi put down his coffee cup and stood up to leave.
"The matter hasn't been discussed yet, how can you just leave?"
Before the family members could speak, Zhao Li said angrily: "Are you going to shirk your responsibility and just leave us here?"
"What is my responsibility?"
Tang Huanxi looked back at her suspiciously: "The incident happened in the hospital. The hospital and the Liu family only used the platform of Huarong Group to release the truth. What responsibility do you intend to hold me responsible for?"
"In ten minutes, if the secretary cannot deliver the humanitarian condolence contract signed by you to my desk, you will not come to our group building again and we will not receive you."
Tang Huanxi strode away with her slender legs. Lu Fan also put down his water glass, stood up and followed him out.
Only these ten family members and Zhao Li were left standing there, looking at each other, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
"You absolutely cannot sign this."
Zhao Li's eyes were filled with resentment, she took a deep breath, and turned around and said, "Well, you guys come with me and follow me to the TV station's office. I'm going to do an exclusive interview with you. Then you just have to follow what I wrote.
Let alone 100,000, even if it’s 10 million! They still have to take it!”
"Walk!"
These talents left the group gate, and Tang Huanxi also received the news at the same time.
"According to the current plan, the content of today's press conference will occupy the headlines of major social media tomorrow and form a new wave of public opinion."
"Whether it is good or bad for us this time, at least there will be a wave of different voices on the Internet, and they will be on our side."
Tang Huanxi washed his face with water, and then looked at the people gathered here: "Today's things are almost over. It will be quiet for a while in the next two days, but you still have to be careful about the female reporter. It's best to say hello in advance.
It’s best not to let her make an issue out of these families of the deceased.”
"Then it's the thing I arranged for you. You'd better do it as soon as possible."
She looked at Chen Qing and said: "It would be best to release it at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon to coincide with this wave of public opinion."
"Okay, I'm talking to the people over there. It's not a big problem. We're just talking about the price now," Chen Qing said.
"There is no need to discuss the price. They will pay as much as they want to ensure that Huanxi's plan takes priority." Lu Fan said.
"Okay, I understand."
Chen Qing nodded: "I'll go tell them now."
"Aren't you curious about my next plan?"
Tang Huanxi looked at Lu Fan. She knew that the complexity of this plan was mainly related to money. Until now, she still had a question mark in her mind about how much money Lu Fan had.
"As long as it is your decision, I will support you unconditionally." Lu Fan smiled.
"Congratulations."
At this moment, the office door was pushed open, and Wenren Mu's snow-white figure appeared at the door.
"You're down."
Seeing Wenren Muxue, Lu Fan was surprised and said, "Didn't you say you didn't show up? Why are you down here before the reporters have left?"
Wenren Muxue had a special status, and Lu Fan didn't want more people to know about her existence unless he had to.
"I have something to ask you. Let me tell you."
Wenren Muxue stood at the door and did not come in. After speaking, he turned around and left.
Lu Fan also followed him out, and as soon as he closed the door, he saw Muxue turning her head to look at him and said, "People from the Martial Alliance have come to Nandu and said they want to see you."
