Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 246: The way a gentle man behaves?I can't? !

in the restaurant.

The atmosphere remains lively.

Uncle Deng and others looked at Wu Zhihui and Lin Huaile who had returned, and said with a smile: "It seems that the matter is settled."

Wu Zhihui and the others are back, and there are no people they shouldn't follow, which means they have taken care of these things.

Deng Bo's eyes slowly swept across the uncles present: "I think Ah Hui and Ah Le are definitely a very good combination partner."

He lifted up his belt and reached out to pat Ren Qingtian's arm: "A Tian, ​​Hui Zai will be ours and Liansheng's from now on. Whatever happens to your Hong Kong Aberdeen is ours and Lian Sheng's business. What's the matter?" Just tell the story."

Dumble is obese and the belt problem is very difficult to solve. Even when he is sitting on the seat, even the custom-made pants always go down, which is very inconvenient.

His words are undoubtedly telling everyone present and Liansheng: Wu Zhihui and Lin Huaile are a good combination, and I am very optimistic about them.

It's a bit clear about the meaning of the platform.

"Just a few policemen."

Listening to Uncle Deng's words, Kuanbao pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and laughed: "Who among us and Lian Sheng has not dealt with the police for many years? It's simple."

He must be supporting the fish head mark below him, so of course he will not follow Dumble's words. After he finished speaking, the venue suddenly became quiet.

"I think so too."

Ren Qingtian laughed, answered the question naturally, raised the wine glass in his hand, and pointed at one of the people present: "From now on, Hui Zai will depend on everyone to take care of him."

"Everyone please help me. I think with Hui Zai's mind, from now on we can make money and enjoy the scenery together, hahaha."

Uncle Deng said it was Uncle Deng who said that Ren Qingtian would definitely not follow him on such an occasion, but just changed the topic. Although he had a good relationship with Uncle Deng, he did not want to directly make Wu Zhihui serious on such an occasion. In the place where the target is, too many eyes are focused on Wu Zhihui.

"Come on, cheers."

Everyone raised their wine glasses.

Someone noticed clearly that Wu Zhihui and Deng Bo must have been in contact in advance, and Wu Zhihui came to assist Lin Huaile in fighting for the speaker.

It's just that no one will say anything at this juncture. It doesn't matter who the speaker is. What matters is whether everyone can get the benefits they want.

"Humph."

The fish-headed creature snorted with a heavy breath, silently raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass. He lowered his head and looked down at the plane sitting on the table downstairs with a look of disgrace on his face.

He was so dissatisfied that he was so dissatisfied that he now more or less hated the bastard like Airplane.

During this meal, we basically saw the main theme of He Lian Sheng. Uncle Deng supported Lin Huaile with all his words, and Wu Zhihui seemed to be his helper for Lin Huaile.

The second echelon, headed by Explosion, followed closely and had an attitude of competing with them.

As for Guan Zisen, he also kept a low profile very wisely. It would be better not to follow the others in this situation and let them fight first.

New record of this table.

When Lao Xu listened to the conversation with Liansheng at the table, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Daquan Hu Shi Zecheng who was sitting next to him: "He Liansheng is a bit interesting."

Shi Zecheng smiled and said nothing when he heard this, and looked at Lin Huale, who was sitting with his back to him, with twinkling eyes, thoughtfully.

Uncle Deng publicly expressed his support for Lin Huaile. With Uncle Deng's leadership, he is afraid that it will cause a series of chain reactions. If Lin Huaile has a greater chance of winning, then it is necessary for him to get in touch with him.

Shi Zecheng's eyes fell on Wu Zhihui, a little puzzled, but why was Wu Zhihui so willing to get involved with Lin Huaile?With Wu Zhihui’s character, he is not this kind of person, right?

Thinking of this, his brows knitted together, puzzled.

The next banquet went much smoother, with basically no other interruptions. After an hour and a half, the banquet was almost over, and the other people basically dispersed one after another.

The candidates for the three major election talking points stood at the door of the restaurant to see off everyone, and also saw off the uncles and Liansheng. The strong smiles on their faces disappeared, and they greeted the others in a neutral tone, and then went their separate ways. leave.

"Go first!"

Lin Huaile looked at Yu Toubiao and Guan Zaisen leaving, and greeted Wu Zhihui: "We will talk about things later. That's it for today, Ah Hui."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded in response, looked at Lin Huale's low-key Santana disappearing on the road, and then prepared to leave: "Let's go back, Big D. We've been tired for a day, so let's find a nightclub to sing and relax."

A group of people came out of the restaurant, smoking cigarettes and chatting, and stood at the front gate waiting for the car in the parking lot to drive over. Their own car did not wait, but Jin Mengyuan's news truck did.

The door of the news car opened, and Jin Mengyuan got out of the car. She held the microphone in her hand and stepped forward, almost inserting it into Wu Zhihui's mouth.

Behind.

The assistant carried the camera and pointed it directly at Wu Zhihui.

then.

Other media who were summoned by Jin Mengyuan also followed out and blocked the entrance. This was the moment they were waiting for.

He Liansheng is a big club, they won't block up people from He Liansheng stupidly. Others don't know how they were beaten, so they waited for the people to leave before blocking Wu Zhihui.

In the Santana sedan.

Lin Huaile was sitting in the car, looking at Wu Zhihui in the rearview mirror who was surrounded by reporters from the news media. He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and lit a cigarette, leisurely.

The car quickly disappeared onto the road.

These people blocked the way and did not speak later. Instead, they gave Jin Mengyuan the opportunity to speak, which they had negotiated in advance.

"Wu Sheng!"

Jin Mengyuan held the microphone in her hand, looked at the handsome and capable Wu Zhihui in front of her, and asked directly: "I heard that Wu Sheng recently opened a security company called Huiyao. As a security company, he must be quite professional. .”

"But why did Wu Sheng appear in such a place this afternoon? According to the news, the people in the restaurant today are all members of the society. As the person in charge of a security company, how could Wu Sheng get involved with the members of the society."

She had already prepared a draft and spoke very quickly. Her awl face matched her expression as she spoke and she looked sharp-tongued: "Besides, some police officers came just now, but they were repulsed by your security personnel. The person was pushed away, obviously because of the reputation of your security company."

"Excuse me, is Wu Sheng using the name of a security company to carry out social activities behind the scenes? The security company is just a tool for Wu Shengqian to whitewash himself?"

Jin Mengyuan's question seemed very sharp as soon as she opened her mouth, and she directly pointed the finger at Wu Zhihui. At the same time, the assistant played the video of the fight between Aji and Ma Jun just now.

They hid behind and took pictures of the scene just now, waiting to be used at this time.

They hid in the car, and there was no sound when filming. They edited it themselves afterwards, and added it to the black script written in advance. You can say whatever you want.

The cameras of other media nearby were focused on this scene, waiting for Wu Zhihui's answer.

"You are the senior chicken worker, right?"

Wu Zhihui glanced at Jin Mengyuan and listened to her pointed question. He was not angry: "I have heard your name a long time ago, but you spoke in such an irresponsible tone when you saw me. I am very unhappy."

"Although Xiangjiang is a city that supports freedom of speech and supports the media, you are still a reporter after all. If you speak without any knowledge, I can reserve the right to pursue your legal responsibility."

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Jin Mengyuan listened to Wu Zhihui's words and looked at his reaction, which was somewhat unexpected.

In a normal script, shouldn't Wu Zhihui get angry when he hears his words, get angry directly and let his men snatch his camera equipment?Why can he be so calm.

Moreover, when he opened his mouth or shut up, he reserved the right to accuse himself, and he directly acted like a polite person. No matter how he sounded, he didn't sound like a member of a gang.

Should not be ah.

People like them, who are in mixed societies, should open their mouths and shut up to fight and kill. "Wu Sheng!"

Jin Mengyuan's mind was also spinning very fast, and instead of answering Wu Zhihui's question, she asked again aggressively: "Are you avoiding something by avoiding answering my question? Or do you feel guilty?"

She tried to continue to irritate Wu Zhihui: "We have already filmed it just now, aren't you ready to give some explanation?"

However, Wu Zhihui did not have any emotional changes because of her words. Not only Wu Zhihui was like this, but Big D and the others standing next to him were also the same, without any reaction.

Everyone acted very indifferent. They were blocked at the entrance of the restaurant by this group of reporters, which attracted passers-by to watch. They didn't care, it didn't matter.

Just then.

There was a sudden sound of brakes.

A news van came to a sudden stop outside, the door opened, and Le Huizhen, dressed in professional attire, stepped out of the van, followed closely by her assistant carrying a camera.

"Let one let go, let one let go!"

The assistant responsible for clearing the way took the lead and violently pushed the pheasant reporters outside, forcing a way for Le Huizhen.

These pheasant reporters were not happy either. They began to mutter and push back, cursing: "Why are you squeezing!"

Le Huizhen walked quickly towards Wu Zhihui on the opened road. Looking at Jin Mengyuan who was blocking the front, she raised her high heels and kicked Jin Mengyuan's butt without any courtesy. She kicked her for a while. I staggered and almost fell.

The scene was so chaotic that Jin Mengyuan couldn't find who kicked her.

"Le Hui Zhen!"

"The Leda reporter is here!"

"Leda reporter, I am your fan. I watch your show every night. I am your loyal fan!"

"Me too!"

"I have to watch your reruns every night and fall asleep listening to your voice."

"Hahaha"

After seeing Le Huizhen, the passers-by onlookers shouted enthusiastically. No matter what era, fans are always a fanatical group. Even unrelated passers-by wanted to get together and take a look when they saw the excitement.

Le Huizhen listened to the greetings around her, with an approachable expression and smile on her face, nodded to everyone, and then started to do business.

"Wu Sheng!"

She raised the microphone and came to Wu Zhihui: "I heard that you met with Senior Inspector Ma Jun here tonight. How did it go?!"

When Le Huizhen's assistant Xiaopang gave the news that Jin Mengyuan would besiege Wu Zhihui, she didn't sleep. After getting up, she followed him out, waiting to help Wu Zhihui to rescue him.

She had been waiting outside for a long time, just waiting for Jin Mengyuan, the idiot, to show up, and she didn't even look at what she was worth.

How dare you stab my man, who is Le Huizhen?Your mouth will be torn apart!Stinky [-]!

"Miss Le!"

Jin Mengyuan hurriedly regained her balance, stood up straight and came closer: "Interviews must be on a first-come, first-served basis. You rushed in so unreasonably, is this your attitude towards doing things?!"

"What's wrong with you?!"

Le Huizhen raised her eyelids, looked at Jin Mengyuan coldly, and asked directly and vigorously: "As a journalist, you made baseless and irresponsible remarks without any evidence. I Look at you, you don’t deserve to be a journalist at all!”

"it is good!"

"The Leda reporter said it well!"

"I see Wu Chang is so handsome, and he doesn't look like a club member like she said!"

Immediately, someone started shouting. Jin Mengyuan was so angry that her teeth were itching, and she felt that these people were in the way.

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui pressed his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. Looking at the sharp-tongued Jin Mengyuan, he chuckled and shook his head: "You are so persistent, so I might as well tell you. Just now, the policeman you were talking about was Bei Senior Inspector Ma Junma of the District Police Station.”

He pointed at Aji who was standing next to him and motioned for Aji to take two steps forward: "This is the security manager of my security company, Aji. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has good skills and has also obtained professional qualifications." Certification.”

"Tonight, I heard that many Xiangjiang citizens were gathering here, and they came over immediately. Do you know why I came over?"

Wu Zhihui talked eloquently and continued facing the camera: "I am here to promote my security business. When there are too many people, accidents will inevitably happen. I strive to use the most compliant and legal security company to provide services." The best security services to maintain everyone’s safety and order.”

He spoke and behaved politely and spoke clearly: "After Chief Inspector Ma Jun of the North District Police Station heard about it, he immediately offered to compete with my people to let the citizens see. Everyone was also very curious, so they looked at Chief Ma and me. Ajibi, the security manager of the company, gave it a try."

Wu Zhihui looked at Jin Mengyuan and asked: "It's such a simple and beautiful thing, how come it turns into some kind of monster when it comes to your mouth?!"

"A bunch of nonsense."

Jin Mengyuan hesitated after hearing this, and asked again: "I photographed you at Sansheng Palace in Fanling in the morning. There was a gathering of community members there. What kind of inauguration ceremony was held? You participated in it and you said it has nothing to do with you?!"

"Zhaozhi? I don't know what zhaozhi means."

Wu Zhihui curled his lips and glanced at Jin Mengyuan: "Didn't I say that chaos can easily occur when there are many people? I went to promote my security business, and everyone held a sacrificial activity and it turned into a club meeting in your mouth?!"

"I see, according to your imprecise remarks, be careful if some members of the society really come out to kill you. Speaking of killing you, we have to mention the security business of our Huiyao Security Company."

After Wu Zhihui finished speaking, he took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to Jin Mengyuan: "Call me if you need it. I see that you journalists are working very hard. If you need it, please call me. We at Huiyao Security will provide you with The best security services to ensure your safety.”

"Hahaha"

"Wu Sheng said well, support Wu Sheng, Wu Sheng is so handsome, he will definitely not be a bad person."

The cheerleaders who had been arranged in the crowd for a long time were called rhythm-makers in later words. A few words of shouting immediately lifted the atmosphere. Coupled with the effect of Le Huizhen, the rhythm of the scene was almost one-sided.

Under Le Huizhen's lens, Jin Mengyuan suddenly felt very stressed. It seemed that she had been plotted by them today, and she could only run away with a blushing face.

When the other paparazzi and pheasant media she called saw her running away, of course they would not stay here any longer and left with them.

"Humph!"

Wu Zhihui snorted coldly, looked at Jin Mengyuan and his group leaving in despair, stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of his suit: "Trying to act like a gentleman with me? I, Wu Zhihui, can't do it?"

"Public opinion media? I don't know how to do it. If you just find a few rhythmical ones, you won't be able to resist them!"

He has never seen anything in his two lifetimes.

The unscrupulous self-media starts with a picture, makes up all the text, and starts making trouble as soon as they open their mouths. The best way to deal with these people is to find the media to suppress them as well, and then arrange for some trolls to attack them casually to make them frightened.

Another point is that many people basically avoid talking to the media and drive reporters away. Wu Zhihui does not use this method. There is nothing he dare not face.

The more you avoid, the more guilty you appear. Facing the camera openly can give people a sense of being aboveboard and more real. It is much better than those who send out a cold announcement in the name of the company, and can actually achieve more. Better results.

Wu Zhihui said a few more words to the camera of Le Huizhen, and then left the scene with a smile on the camera, and got into the Mercedes-Benz car that had been waiting for him. He did not forget to wave goodbye to everyone before getting in the car.

Get in the car and drive away.

Wu Zhihui looked at the crowd in the rearview mirror, the smile on his face disappeared and his expression turned cold: "Call Changmao and ask him to have a good talk with the senior chicken worker for me."

"I hate people like her the most. She opens and closes her mouth. Can she be eloquent? Then I will tear her mouth apart!"

Paused.

He added, tapping his fingers vigorously in the air, word by word: "Whether it's the mouth above her or the mouth below her, give it to me, tear it! Rotten! It!"

(End of this chapter)