The banquet was over, and Fei An was taking his test equipment with his subordinates. At this time, Wang Lu came over from behind Fei An.
"Thanks to Editor-in-Chief Fei for your hard work."
Feian turned around and looked at Wang Lu. Wang Lu still wore Nayef gold-rimmed glasses on his face, which were exactly the same as the one on the bridge of his nose.
Fei An was disdainful on the inside, but he still had to put on a smile on his face.
"Boss Wang."
Wang Lu nodded, his face still a little pale: "What does Editor Fei plan to write about this banquet?"
As if he didn't understand, Fei An tilted his head, frowned and asked Wang Lu: "Boss Wang invited Chairman Chen to this banquet, isn't it just to get Miss Ding a place in a movie?"
Wang Lu's movements froze, apparently not expecting that Fei An had simply ignored the scene where Huo Tingyu pointed a gun at himself and Ding Qing.
But Fei An is not stupid. Once he writes about Huo Tingyu, not only himself, but also the entire Northwest Evening News will not be able to save it.
But Wang Lu was obviously unwilling to give up and kept staring at Fei An.
Fei An didn't say anything, just silently watching his men pack their things.
"Editor Fei is afraid of Yongzhou's revenge?"
"Why aren't you afraid?" Feian asked him quickly.
Wang Lu looked back and saw that Chen Jinjun and Huo Tingyu had left long ago, and those from Yongzhou had also left the banquet.
"Then let me tell you straight, there are people above who want to attack Yongzhou." Wang Lu lowered his voice and said to Fei An with a calculating look on his face.
Fei An nodded: "Didn't this happen a long time ago? How long has it been since the first seven days of the one who proposed to invade Yongzhou?"
With that said, Fei An looked Wang Lu up and down, as if he was mocking Wang Lu for not knowing this bit of information.
Wang Lu was startled, obviously he didn't expect such a thing to happen.
However, Wang Lu now has a lot of resentment towards Chen Jinjun and Huo Tingyu. This is the first time that he has been pointed at a gun.
"Tell me, if Chen Jinjun really has nothing to do with Huo Tingyu, why is Huo Tingyu so angry? Aren't you unwilling to say it out for fear of ruining his reputation?"
Wang Lu curled his lips, looking very disdainful.
But Wang Lu didn't know that Fei An had long been disgusted with him for indulging Ding Qing.
Fei An didn't want to see Wang Lu from the beginning, especially since he was able to attract so many people with great fanfare for the sake of a movie star.
"We agreed before that I will only report on your banquet according to my own ideas. As for... that matter, I didn't agree on it before, and I won't listen to you now."
Afterwards, Feian left the banquet with his men.
Wang Lu obviously didn't expect that Fei An really didn't take him seriously and actually watched Fei An leave the Wang family.
Fei An also walked in a hurry, fearing that if he took a step too late, he would see Wang Lu's face again.
When he returned to his newspaper office, he saw a familiar figure sitting in the room.
"Hey, why is shopkeeper Ning here? How long have you been waiting?"
Fei An quickly waved his hand and asked his men to go aside first, then walked into the room to greet shopkeeper Ning.
Shopkeeper Ning raised his eyes and looked at the dusty Fei An: "How was the banquet?"
Fei An hesitated, obviously not expecting that shopkeeper Ning would get the news so quickly.
But then I thought about it, if it was Chen Jinjun's instruction, it wouldn't be surprising.
"What happened at the banquet?"
Seeing that Fei An didn't speak, shopkeeper Ning continued to ask.
Fei An immediately forced out a smile: "It's nothing, it's just Boss Wang's personal matter."
Shopkeeper Ning turned his head, looked at the dim sky outside the window, took out an envelope from his wide sleeves, and placed it on the table at his hand.
"What does Shopkeeper Ning mean?"
Fei An looked at the envelope and had a bad feeling in his heart.
Could it be hush money?
Shopkeeper Ning looked at Fei An's expression and knew what was going on in Fei An's mind.
"Look at your money-obsessed look," Shopkeeper Ning shook his head helplessly, "This is an article I just wrote. You can publish it immediately."
Fei An took a breath of cold air.
This is something unprecedented. As soon as the banquet on the front foot ended, Chen Jinjun’s people on the back foot immediately sent reports about the banquet?
He walked forward tremblingly, picked up the envelope that shopkeeper Ning had just placed there, and opened it and took a look.
Taking out the paper, Fei An took advantage of the slightly bright sky and took a quick glance at it.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Shopkeeper Ning who was sitting aside.
Shopkeeper Ning looked at Fei An with a smile: "No problem, right?"
Fei An swallowed a sip of saliva and looked at Shopkeeper Ning's extension with disbelief.
"Is this... what you just wrote?" Fei An really couldn't imagine what kind of speed this was.
Especially here, it is about Wang Lu and Ding Qing.
Shopkeeper Ning still smiled: "You don't know that Wang Lu's wife is not something Wang Lu can control."
Feian nodded immediately: "I understand."
"Now that you understand, I'll take my leave."
Shopkeeper Ning dusted his sleeves, stood up and went out.
Behind Shopkeeper Ning, Fei An looked at the envelope in his hand blankly with fear on his face.
Just inside the envelope, there was a banknote and a thin razor blade lying quietly.
Fei An pursed his lips and felt that he already understood what he should do.
Ever since Chen Jinjun came to the northwest, the Wang family has been declining day by day.
If you don't show your side now, how can Chen Jinjun and Huo Tingyu not kill you when the time comes?
Thinking of this, Fei An couldn't help but touch the cold back of his neck.
Head, move.
Outside the door, the young reporter who had just put down his camera ran over and looked at Fei An holding the envelope tightly in his hand.
He thought again and again, and finally called Fei An: "Editor in chief?"
Fei An immediately came to his senses and hurriedly handed him the article in his hand that shopkeeper Ning had just sent.
"Here, put this on the front page of the newspaper."
The reporter took the paper from Fei An's hand, glanced at Fei An's pale face, and asked with concern: "Editor-in-Chief, are you okay?"
Fei An immediately shook his head, but his eyes were still a little empty. He held the envelope tightly in his hand and walked to his seat.
The reporter was obviously worried about Fei An's appearance, so he quickly poured a cup of hot water for Fei An and placed it in Fei An's hand.
Fei An remained motionless, but took several deep breaths.
It's okay, as long as you can understand the situation, you can still have a life.
He finally calmed down, looked at the reporter on the side, relaxed, and shook his head: "I'm fine, go and send this article over."
The reporter turned around and was about to leave, but Fei An seemed to have thought of something else: "Come back."
The reporter could only turn around.
Feian picked up the pen on the side and corrected the article.
After looking at it again and again, Fei An solemnly handed the article inside to the reporter.