C7 Rich Dog Cub

"It doesn't matter." Hearing this, Zhang Zheng's heart relaxed a bit: "Before I go back, just let them contact the higher-ups and then just get rid of these traitorous high-ups."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Zheng's eyes became gloomy: "If it wasn't for you all, at most, I wouldn't have been exiled from the family, I wouldn't have been able to see my father for the last time. "Now, it's time for me, Zhang Zheng, to come back."

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Sheng looked at Wang Lian, who was sitting beside him with a troubled expression, "Madam, Young Master told us to do as we please. We can deal with these higher-ups later."

Wang Lian lightly tapped her finger on her teacup and asked, "Does he want to change his team?"

Uncle Sheng didn't dare to reply. He lowered his head even more and said, "Madam, the Young Master doesn't seem to have such a deep foundation."

The room fell into a long silence. When Uncle Sheng felt that his breathing wasn't comfortable anymore, Wang Lian slowly said, "Do as he says!"

"Yes." Uncle Sheng respectfully left. When he arrived at the door, he quickly shot a glance at Wang Lian, who was standing by the window.

After closing the door, he could not help but shake his head. "What a sin!"

The next morning, before Zhang Zheng's car had even stopped, a group of people had arrived and surrounded the car so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

Not knowing what was going on, Zhang Zheng turned off the engine and dialed Ann Na's cell phone: "What's the situation outside the company!?" As soon as my car stopped, it was blocked. "

On the other side of the phone, Ann Na didn't seem to be in much better condition. "Me too. I was blocked the moment I stepped out of the door."

The flash was too sudden. Zhang Zheng turned his head away impatiently, in case his eyes were blinded.

He set fire to one hand and put on his sunglasses with the other. "Don't move while you're there. I'll go and get you now."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zheng looked at the reporters who were blocking the front of his car with no regards to their lives. He moved his fingers and opened the car door to get out.

"Friends reporters, I would like to know why you are blocking my car here."

Zhang Zheng's presence seemed to be natural. The reporters looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Zhang Zheng leaned against the car and asked in a cold voice as he watched the reporters raise their microphones one by one as if they had lost their voices.

Suddenly, a word stuck in his mouth, Zhang Zheng momentarily did not notice, his lips were knocked out.

The reporter acted as if he did not sense anything as he continued to ask, "May I ask if you have anything to say about your cheating on the female secretary?"

Zhang Zheng pushed away the faint red color on his fingertip and looked at him. After memorizing the man's appearance, he turned his gaze to the other reporters with an indifferent expression.

"Do you other reporters have any more questions? If not, then I'm leaving."

"I just asked a question. Why didn't you answer? Was it out of fear? " The reporter was not willing to be ignored, so he continued to ask.

Since the very beginning, there have always been people who refused to give up, so Zhang Zheng's face completely darkened: "Although I don't know how someone like you got your journalist license? But what you just said is enough to make you lose your footing in this industry. "

When the reporter heard this, he felt as if he had been given a beating. He once again put the microphone into Zhang Zheng's mouth: "Excuse me, is your anger now because I'm telling the truth?"

"You know you're wrong to do that, don't you?"

"If you are worried about what bad effect this will have on you, why did you do it?"

Zhang Zheng was thoroughly infuriated by the question. He sneered: "I'm just not answering some of your questions."

Seeing that the reporter's face had become awkward, Zhang Zheng clapped his hands: "Your method of amassing money is really something I admire. The people who came here today, other than you, were all decent reporters, regardless of what kind of magazines they were. "Everyone earns more than you do, but there's no one wearing Cartier shoes, Daniel Wellington watches, or even Armani cufflinks."

Everyone's eyes fell on the reporter. After a while, Zhang Zheng made sure they had seen enough. He coughed lightly and drew everyone's attention back: "My time today is limited, so I can only answer three questions."

When they heard that there were only three questions, the reporters immediately surrounded him: "Manager Zhang, may I ask why you broke up with your ex-girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry, but we've already broken up. The grudges and grudges have already passed. Furthermore, I do not wish to mention her again. " Zhang Zheng didn't have the slightest expression on his face. He looked like he was doing business, but his heart was still a little bitter.

"So it turns out that in the span of three years, I actually wasn't able to bring it up at all in the end." He sighed in his heart and quickly adjusted his mood.

Zhang Zheng realized that his words had changed the way the female reporters around him looked at him. He stopped thinking and said, "Next question."

"Everyone is very interested in what happened at your wedding. I wonder if we can introduce your family background?"

"This question." Although there was nothing to hide, he didn't want to answer. After all, this was his true battlefield: "They are just my friends' subordinates. They just happened to pass by that day."

Seeing the unwillingness on the reporters' faces, Zhang Zheng knew he couldn't give them too much time to react and quickly said, "Next question."

"I heard that your company's business isn't doing well. Do you have anything to say?"

Finally, Zhang Zheng heard a question that fit his needs. He stood up and said, "Our company's management has never been a problem. It's just that I did something wrong before, which led to the business difficulties. In the future, there will no longer be such questions. "

After answering the question, Zhang Zheng nodded and got into the car.

Seeing this, the reporters silently opened up a path for Zhang Zheng.

It wasn't until Zhang Zheng's car disappeared into the implementation that the reporters let out a sigh of relief: "How come this guy has such a strong aura? Even though it looked very gentle, there was still a sense of killing intent coming from it. "

"Yeah, I've prepared a bunch of questions, but I didn't dare to ask any of them in the end."

The reporters did not hear a single word from Zhang Zheng. At this moment, he was looking at Ann Na who was standing in front of the door quietly.

"Didn't you say that there was a reporter at your doorstep?"

"That's right!" Ann Na nodded. "I've already finished dealing with it. If it weren't for you, I would have been in the company a long time ago."