Just when this group of reporters were about to stop, the door to the conference room was opened.
The four bodyguards in black suits were leading the way, looking murderous.
And behind them, the people who followed in, all the reporters present were stunned.
Damn.
This is……!
What does it mean?
What to play?
Behind the bodyguard, a group of people followed in dejectedly.
Bluish nose and swollen face.
A bandage wrapped around his head.
Arms hanging around the neck.
With crutches.
Even... in a wheelchair.
Each of them is their peers, and they are all famous figures in the media circle.
Isn’t that the editor-in-chief of Huaqing Entertainment?
And the deputy editor-in-chief of Southern Entertainment?
This is the boss of Wujing Media.
Eight of the ten journalists present had their faces turned green.
Damn.
They suddenly remembered the reward that Xie Yutong issued.
Could it be?
Many guys with ghosts exchanged glances with each other, and their faces gradually became a little weird.
The man who pushed in the end had his whole leg covered in plaster, his right hand was hanging around his neck, his face swollen into a pig's head, and his mouth was still humming.
When they saw this person, all the reporters present gasped.
This is the... Executive President of the Imperial Capital Media Group.
Peat.
Is this kind of big shot also involved in the frame-up of Qingcheng Entertainment?
If so...!
Oh my God.
The door to the conference room was closed again.
A row of guys who were escorted in were all lined up in front of the rostrum, and behind them was a row of bodyguards in black.
The reporters present all shrank their necks and dared not complain.
Just kidding, one of the people present counts one, and even the bosses behind them count, how many of them can compare to the unlucky guys who were beaten into pig's head in the row in front?
Stay honestly.
Time passed minute by minute, until almost half past afternoon, when the conference room door was opened again.
During the whole two hours, no one sent water, and no one was allowed to go to the toilet.
At the gate, a group of bodyguards in black surrounded by several people and walked in quickly.
Everyone suddenly became quiet.
The person who came was An Haimei, as well as two bigwigs in the director industry, Zhang Yimo and Li An.
An Haimei had a calm face and said nothing.
At this moment, another burst of rapid footsteps came from the door of the conference room.
Everyone turned around and their eyes almost fell out of surprise.
The person who came was Cheng Gang, the executive member of the Supreme Committee of the entire cultural industry industry.
Whether it is movies, TV, songs, variety shows, literature, or media, any content output must be reviewed by the committee.
Any work can be determined by the committee.
This is the real top tycoon in the industry.
Cheng Gang is even more a big shot among the big shots.
A big man of this level actually came to stand up for Qingcheng Entertainment?
Although Qingcheng Entertainment has a prominent reputation and strong strength in the industry, it has never been heard that there is such a way to go.
This time, those guys who are playing tricks behind their backs are in trouble.
They thought they could push everyone down, step on Qingcheng Entertainment, and then divide it up.
But this kick hit the iron plate.
Or iron plate with steel.
Cheng Gang walked directly to the rostrum, nodded to An Haimei, and then sat down with a cold face.
Even Zhang Yimo and Li An had to get up obediently and nodded and bow.
The atmosphere on the scene became more and more weird.
Qingcheng Entertainment, is this a day?
What is the specification of this peat?
Is Executive Committee Member Cheng actually here?
Just when everyone was secretly shocked, the door of the conference room, which had just been closed, was pushed open from outside.
Another rapid pace came.
This time, there were a group of... policemen.
After these policemen came in, they directly controlled the entire conference room.
"Damn, what are you going to do?"
"Yes, what the hell happened?"
"Do you want to arrest people on the spot?"
"Damn, is there any big news behind this?"
"In the entertainment industry, this is going to be a big earthquake!"
"Don't you see it yet? The seats of Mr. Cheng and Mr. An."
"Yes, there is still an empty space in the middle. Who? Could it be...?"
"Damn, who else is better than Mr. Cheng..."
"Who is it? So awesome?"
"Shh, stop talking, there must be a shocking melon."
In front of the rostrum, a row of unlucky guys were dejected. Behind them, Zhang Yimo and Li An sat on the edge, Cheng Gang and An Haimei sat in the middle, but the main seat in the middle was always empty.
After the police entered the venue, many people with ghosts appeared in their hearts. At this time, cold sweat broke out.
They actually participated in the online storm against Qingcheng Entertainment yesterday, but they were still secretly lucky that their secret transactions were not found out.
Time passes by minute by minute.
Finally, the person who is time to come is here.
Mo Zongheng and Chen Sichen walked on both sides.
In the middle is Xie Yutong.
Needless to say, Xie Yutong's identity is.
Many people took a breath when they first saw Mo Zongheng.
Isn’t this the chairman of the Dongyang Special Zone Construction Committee who took office not long ago?
This was officially announced by China.
He actually... can only stand beside Xie Yutong?
Isn’t Xie Yutong just a film and television star?
And, another person…!
The reporter's sense of smell is the most sensitive. Although they cannot reach the top circles of the imperial capital, it does not mean that they do not know it.
Inland Sea... Nine Great Masters!
The two top young men stood beside Xie Yutong.
So, what is Xie Da Qingyi’s identity?
Some of the reporters present were still true followers of professional ethics, and they had no ghosts in their hearts.
Thinking of today's situation, once you report it...!
Oh my God.
Thinking of this, they suddenly got up and their bodies trembled.
As soon as Xie Yutong appeared, Cheng Gang stood up.
This made these reporters' hearts thrilled.
She swept everyone indifferently and sat in the middle, Mo Zongheng and Chen Sichen leaned against her and sat down left and right.
Mo Zongheng glanced at everyone with a cold look and spoke directly:
"Who is Liu Chunlin?"
The huge conference room was silent.
Mo Zongheng's voice was not loud, but it was deafening.
Among the reporters, a man stood up with a panic expression:
"I...I am!"
Mo Zongheng waved his hand and said:
"Broken his hands."
boom!!
There was a loud bang in the entire conference room.
Everyone was stupid.
Did I hear it wrong?
Just kidding?
In front of the police, he actually...!
Two bodyguards in black came to Liu Chunlin, who was so scared that he was in a state of terror, and took action directly.
Click!
Two clean and neat sounds of fractures sounded.
Liu Chunlin howled like a pig:
"Do you... still... I... I want to accuse you... I want to call the police...!"
"Call the police?"
Chen Sichen smiled, pointed at the police circle, and said with a smile:
"Report!"
Liu Chunlin's hands were obviously useless. Even if they were cured, they would affect their function. I'm afraid they couldn't even hold them in pinching chopsticks.
Many reporters looked angry and dared not speak, and some even were taking photos in secret or recording.
Liu Chunlin's miserable situation is simply shocking.
Mo Zongheng raised his hand, and a black-clad bodyguard behind him handed over a document directly.
He picked it up and took a look, threw it on the table, and said coldly:
"You can send three representatives to see what Liu Chunlin has done. This information is recorded in detail. After you read it, you still think there is something wrong with me. I allow you to expose this matter, and I accept it.
Legal sanctions.”
After saying that, there was a sneer on his lips:
"When you finish watching, there are still surprises waiting for you."