A press conference on the neonatal deaths at Nandu First People's Hospital was scheduled for the next morning.
Venue, Huarong Building Press Hall.
Publisher, Tang Huanxi.
As soon as this news was spread, it almost detonated all major media outlets across the country.
Tang Huanxi's title as the number one goddess CEO in Nandu has disappeared in Nandu for such a long time, and finally came into the eyes of the world again.
Before the press conference even started, reporters from all walks of life blocked the entrance of Huarong Building.
Almost all bars, restaurants, convenience stores, and every street corner are occupied by media personnel.
The entire Huarong Building is also preparing for the press conference to be held tomorrow morning.
Wu Xiongfei took control of the overall situation, while Jiang He led Zhang Zihao, Wang Li, Mu Kang, and Liu Qingqing to arrange security work.
Wenren Muxue was also assigned a stable position in the entire building.
On the other hand, Lu Fan was a bit idle, wandering around the building alone, and there was no place where he was needed.
"May I come in?"
Lu Fan hesitated for a long time and finally knocked on the door of the president's office.
"Enter."
The cold voice of the goddess CEO came from the room.
Lu Fan opened the door and saw Tang Huanxi sitting at his desk, leaving a silhouette of Lu Fan, immersed in brushing dots on the paper with a pen.
She has a curvy figure and a beautiful profile. Viewed from the side, she wears a set of exquisite black uniforms, which conceals some of the glamor brought by her explosive figure, but also adds a lot of intellectual beauty to her.
Seeing Tang Huanxi working seriously, Lu Fan felt a little dazed for a moment, as if he had gone back in time a few months ago, when Tang Huanxi was still the cold and glamorous goddess CEO, and he was the one at home who only knew how to clean the house and be there at any time.
The useless son-in-law who came to visit was bullied by her.
Tang Huanxi wrote like this for half an hour, and Lu Fan stood at the door and looked at her for half an hour.
It wasn't until Tang Huanxi put down the pen, leaned on the chair and stretched slightly, her beautiful eyes were surprised for a while, that she noticed Lu Fan's presence: "When did you come?"
"I just came."
Lu Fan walked over and said, "How about it, do you have to work overtime tonight?"
He saw a lot of coffee and chocolate bars on the table. This was a habit that Tang Huanxi had developed over many years of working overtime. Lu Fan had specially prepared it for her in the past.
Tang Huanxi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the things on the table and smiled softly: "That's about it. When I was in school, I used to stay up all night writing manuscripts. There isn't much to prepare this time, so I just focused on the key points.
It’ll be fine soon.”
"What do you see me doing?"
Seeing that Lu Fan didn't speak and just stood at the door looking at him, Tang Huanxi asked in confusion: "What do you want from me?"
"It's okay. I just came to see you. You can continue writing. I will stand guard at the door for you. If you need anything, call me immediately. I will come in soon."
After Lu Fan finished speaking, he patted his butt and left. After closing the office door, he lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He leaned against the wall alone and started smoking silently.
It was dawn the next day.
When the group door opened at eight o'clock, countless media reporters rushed in and rushed into the press hall. All kinds of cannons and small cannons were set up, radios, microphones... all pointed at the news platform, just waiting to speak.
As soon as people arrive, they can record and live broadcast immediately.
"There are a total of 73 media registered here today, including 25 local media in Nandu, 30 provincial media, and the rest are large national media and some foreign media."
"Everyone went through detailed security checks before entering the building. We even took apart the tripods and looked at them, and we found nothing suspicious."
Jiang He looked at the time and said, "There are still ten minutes left. When Miss Tang arrives, the press conference can officially begin."
Lu Fan stood in the background, looking at the people who had filled the entire press hall, and then waved, and saw Wang Li, who was guarding the entrance, running over in a hurry:
"What's wrong, Brother Lu?"
"Are there any familiar faces?" Lu Fan asked.
"No."
Wang Li shook his head: "I checked them all one by one. There are no people from the Martial League, and there are also no familiar faces from the Ghost League. There should be no problem."
