As soon as someone is not afraid of the beginning of death, more people immediately follow the questions.
"Vice President Nian, Mo Yongheng ordered his subordinates to make false accounts. Now they are making a lot of noise. What do you think?"
"I heard that you were able to enter Mohist group at the beginning because of Mohist's strong recommendation. Now that he has an accident, would you be worried about being involved?"
"Why do so many executives of Mohs group let you come out to preside over the conference..."
“……”
The reporters at the scene were noisy.
All get up from their seats and press forward with their microphones in their hands.
I wish I could connect the microphone to Nian Xiaomu's face and ask her to answer questions.
In the eyes of all people, young Mu still keeps calm and walks step by step to the stage.
The bodyguards arranged by her side had stopped all the reporters who wanted to be close to her conscientiously.
Until she came to the stage.
Standing upright, he looked down at the reporter, and his eyes fell on the first reporter who asked questions.
Smart eyes, slightly narrowed.
The first person to ask is a male reporter, dressed in professional clothes, looking very well dressed.
There was a work card around his neck, a microphone in his hand, and a photographer standing next to him.
Nian Xiaomu glanced at the information on his work card, searched the media notified today in his mind, and his eyes became indifferent.
Suddenly.
"Get him out of here!"
"Yes!" As soon as the bodyguard heard her order, he walked towards the male reporter without hesitation.
The male reporter didn't expect that Nian Xiaomu would be in front of so many people, only to drive him away alone, and quickly shouted.
"Vice President Nian, what do you mean? Did Mo's group invite such multimedia to come here without even basic respect? Everyone, look, someone is going to bully people! "
In a word, the mood of the reporters around was stirred up.
But not waiting for the excitement, Nian Xiaomu has sat in front of the stage, adjusted the microphone, and slowly opened his lips.
"Mohist group respects every invited media friend, but if someone is interested in making trouble, I guarantee that the end will be the same as him!"
"What's the trouble? I'm from Mohist group..." That male reporter also wants to splash dirty water on Xiaomu in the past years. The bodyguard has controlled him and turned out the fake invitation letter from his pocket.
High up in front of the crowd.
For a moment, the scene was silent.
I watched as the male reporter and his colleagues were dragged away by the bodyguard.
Throw it out in public!
See the scene to control again, Nian Xiaomu gently holding the microphone, said.
"Mohist group welcomes all media friends and is willing to answer your questions. The premise is that we hope you can maintain the order of the press conference and ask questions in an orderly and reasonable manner. If anyone is found to deliberately sabotage the press conference, I will never be merciful!"
The clear female voice, the word Abas.
Domineering words, a moment to suppress the scene.
The reporters on the scene all sat back in their seats.
Young Mu knew that Mo Kun would not only arrange one person to destroy the conference, and specially arranged a lot of bodyguards.
The bodyguards on the scene are more than three times the number of ordinary press conferences.
Almost stare at the reporters on the spot, as long as you find that there is something wrong with anyone, you can deal with it immediately.