"Who——" Shen Wenqian turned his head angrily, wanting to see who dared to stop him.
But when he saw the man's face clearly, Shen Wenqian was stunned.
"Mr. Gong?"
"It's me." The man in a white Tang suit smiled slightly and put down his hand in front of Shen Wenqian, "Mr. Shen, I'm here to help on the order of the head of the family. You go in first, and I'll handle it here."
After that, he raised his hand, and dozens of bodyguards in black suits rushed into the crowd with murderous intent.
These bodyguards are all secret guards carefully trained by the Xi family. They are all experienced in many battles, and they can feel the bloody smell from a long distance away. Those media reporters who want to get big news dare to be arrogant in front of Shen Wenqian, but they are I didn't dare to fight these bodyguards, and within a moment, I was rushed aside by the bodyguards.
When Shen Wenqian saw that the crowded crowd finally separated a path, he immediately walked into the hospital gate with his assistant.
The reporter who was almost beaten just now looked at his back, rolled his eyes, and made a plan in his mind to follow him secretly.
But as soon as he bent down and sneaked through the crowd to the hospital gate, he was blocked by a person.
The reporter raised his head.
Gong Qi, who was dressed in a white Tang suit and gold-rimmed glasses, was looking down at him with a smile.
"Sir, where do you want to go?"
The reporter froze for a moment, straightened up, and said nonchalantly: "I have a stomachache and want to go to the hospital for emergency treatment."
Gong Qi raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Sir, the emergency room of the third hospital is at the east gate. This is the south gate. You are in the wrong place."
When the reporter's lie was exposed, his expression froze and he held his neck and argued loudly: "I just want to enter through the south gate, can't I? This hospital is not run by your family, why don't you let me in? I want to enter, let me Open!"
Lies cannot be exposed twice as hard, so reporters simply tear themselves apart and insist on rushing in.
But before he could take a few steps, Gong Qi raised his hand, and two tall bodyguards rushed up to him, one on the left and one on the right.
The reporter, who was only 1.7 meters tall, instantly lifted his feet off the ground.
He was startled, and after reacting, he immediately struggled and shouted: "What are you going to do? I want to go to the hospital for treatment, why do you restrict my personal freedom? I want to sue you! I want to sue you!"
The reporter made a fuss and threatened Gong Qi with confidence.
Gong Qi is not angry.
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, put on the most perfect smile on his lips, and told reporters elegantly and gracefully: "As a Chinese citizen, it is your freedom to sue anyone you want, and I have no right to interfere. However, before that, , please allow me to introduce myself."
As Gong Qi spoke, he took out a pure gold business card with his white-gloved right hand and handed it to the reporter.
"My surname is Gong, and I have one single name. I am currently working as the general housekeeper of the Xi family mansion. There is my contact information on the business card. If Mr. reporter wants to sue me, remember to notify me 48 hours in advance so that I can arrange my own.
Itinerary in order to appear in court."
Gong Qi smiled and handed over the business card.
The reporters’ shouts suddenly stopped.
He looked at the word "Gongqi" on the business card in disbelief, and his blushing face gradually turned pale.
"Gong, Gongqi?!"
Everyone in the Chinese media industry knows that Xijiajia Chairman Jiu lives a reclusive life and rarely appears in front of the camera. But he has two spokespersons——
Chief Special Assistant of Xi Group, Assistant Mu.
And, Gong Qi, the chief butler of the Xi family mansion.
These two people are Xi Jiu's most trusted right-hand men. Among them, Assistant Mu is mainly responsible for the affairs of the Xi Group, while Gong Qi is responsible for other Xi family forces besides the Xi Group.
It can be said that in the entire imperial capital media circle, there is no one who does not know Assistant Mu and Gong Qi. Even if they have not met them in person, they have at least heard their names.
Naturally, I have heard of this troublemaking reporter.
He looked at the name on the pure gold business card, his face became paler, and cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.
"Gong, palace steward...you, you are the palace steward of the Xi family?"
"It seems that Mr. Reporter knows me." Gong Qi smiled like a spring breeze, but the words he spoke were as cold as the twelfth lunar month, "Miss Ruan Qi was seriously injured. Our head of the family was afraid that someone would cause trouble, so he sent me to the hospital to take charge of the overall situation. Who knows what a coincidence, I just
When I got off the car, I ran into you and questioned Mr. Shen. Dear journalist friend, where did you learn that Miss Ruan was going to die? And where did you learn that Shen Wenqian was preparing for her funeral?"
The reporter broke into a cold sweat when Gong Qi asked him questions one after another.
There have been people on the Internet saying that Xijiajia Chairman Jiu likes Ruan Qi, but he has never taken it seriously. After all, men all like beautiful women, but it is not certain how sincere this love is.
Having been in the entertainment industry for a long time, most people don't believe that there can be true love between a rich man and a female star. This reporter doesn't believe it either, he just thinks that Xi Jiu is interested in Ruan Qi.
But now, he panicked and discovered that his guess might be wrong.
If Xi Jiu was really interested in sex, why would he ask the top manager of the Xi family to personally come to the hospital to take charge of the overall situation? How could Gong Qi stand up for Shen Wenqian, a small manager?
The more the reporter thought about it, the more frightened he became. When he recalled the question he had just asked Shen Wenqian, his legs began to tremble.
"I, I heard that too..."
"I heard?" Gong Qi smiled, his eyes cold, "It's just hearsay, and you dare to curse Miss Ruan to death? You dare to talk nonsense and say that you are preparing for a funeral? My family head wants to give his life to Miss Ruan, where did you come from?
How dare you speak nonsense here?"
Since the scandal between Ruan Qi and Xi Jiu, no insider has ever responded positively to their relationship.
Gong Qi is the first.
The originally noisy crowd fell silent, and what Gong Qi said clearly reached the ears of all media people.
Everyone was shocked. The reporter who said Ruan Qi was dead had his legs weak, his arm slipped out from the hands of the two bodyguards, and he fell to the ground with a 'dong' sound.
"I, I didn't mean it, I just, just..."
"You just want to step on Miss Ruan's blood and achieve your own success." Gong Ji looked at him condescendingly and said in a cold tone, "Mr. Reporter, human blood steamed buns are not that delicious. As a media, you don't need to speak out with facts and spread rumors randomly.
A person's life and death, this is called dereliction of duty and morality. Xi's Group will not tolerate the existence of such people. Remember to turn on your mobile phone recently and wait for the court summons."
No one knows better than the media circle how terrifying the legal department of Xi's Group is. If Xi's legal department does not move, it will definitely peel off a layer of the opponent's skin as long as it takes action.
The reporter originally just wanted to exaggerate Ruan Qi's injuries, step on her to gain the upper hand, and attract traffic.
But I never thought that stealing a chicken will end up losing a lot of rice.
His career and even life were completely over.
The reporter collapsed and collapsed on the ground, no longer as arrogant as before towards Shen Wenqian.