Chapter 113

After participating in the charity donation, Chu Jiang drove to the company, and various TV stations in Haishi have been broadcasting the charity donation.

But ye Qingcheng even turned off his mobile phone and would not watch TV. She felt the office was stuffy and wanted to breathe outside.

Reporters are a gang of invisible guys who jump out when they should appear.

When ye Qingcheng walked to the door of the company, a group of reporters immediately surrounded him.

"President ye, I'm a reporter from Haishi Santao. It's said that the chief designer of your design department has changed his job. Is it true?"

"Miss Qingcheng, I'm a reporter from the southern economic news. I heard that the Minister of the Finance Department of your company absconded with the money. Is there anything like this?"

"President ye, I'm Haishi evening reporter. I heard that your company will apply for listing soon. Will this financial scandal have a negative impact on your company's listing?!"

……

The reporters threw a lot of questions as soon as they appeared. Even if ye Qingcheng had seen the world, he was suddenly suppressed.

Originally, she was in a bad mood. When facing a lot of problems, ye Qingcheng was a little angry.

"It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, and the staff are going to change jobs, which are all normal things. Why should you make a fuss? I'm sorry about other questions, no comment!"

When ye Qingcheng turned around and wanted to leave, these reporters who had already received red envelopes were not willing to let her go easily, and all surrounded her with microphones as weapons.

"Mr. Ye, paper can't contain fire. If it's really in addition to financial scandals, why hide it..."

"Yes, Mr. Ye, you have the obligation to talk to us..."

what?

Obligations?

Who do these reporters think of themselves, the police?

Even the police are not qualified to say so.

"No comment!"

Ye Qingcheng gently pushed away a woman who was almost going to poke the microphone into her nostril.

Ouch.

The woman stumbled and fell down directly. The woman behind her was also knocked down. The microphones of both of them were thrown on the ground and smashed directly.

Click click.

At this point, countless flash lights up.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned and just pushed it gently. Unexpectedly, both of them fell down and couldn't even hold the microphone, smashing it.

When did I become a Wulin master?

Because ye Qingcheng likes to read martial arts novels in her spare time, she naturally associates it with martial arts.

Or... Do you meet someone who touches porcelain?

"Don't shoot, I didn't mean it!" Ye Qingcheng certainly knows that if the instant picture is taken, it will have serious consequences after the reporters' eloquent polishing.

"Ouch, the boss of Qingcheng group hit someone!"

The two female reporters sitting on the ground shouted loudly, like two resentful women who were abandoned by others.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned and just pushed it gently. How did it become a hit.

What is the nature of beating people?

That's administrative detention.

At this time, several security guards quickly surrounded under the leadership of the army, trying to rescue their boss.

When the security guard just came into contact with a male reporter.

Ouch.

A male reporter also fell down, and at the moment of falling down, he also knocked down another male reporter, and the microphones in their hands were also smashed.

Click click.

At this time, countless flash lights up again.

"Ouch, it's amazing. The security guard of Qingcheng group hit someone!"

Two male reporters sitting on the ground also shouted loudly, like two men who were abandoned by others.

The security guard just pulled it gently. How did it become a hit?

This time, ye Qingcheng fully understood that he had encountered high-grade touch porcelain!

"It's so hateful to hit people!"

"Yes, we must expose this woman!"

"Yes, we must expose Qingcheng group!"

The surrounding reporters attacked the Qingcheng group and ye Qingcheng one after another.

It was also the first time for the army to encounter such a scene, and several security guards were confused and dared not act rashly there.

Ye Qingcheng's face was pale, and the aura of the boss of the big group had completely disappeared on weekdays. To be exact, at the moment, she looked like a helpless little lamb.

"Surround me, and they can't take any of the cameras!"

At this time, a simple order came, and the army moved.

It turned out that their boss came back.

Chu Jiang opened his perspective eyes and saw that each reporter had a red envelope in his pocket. The four reporters who fell to the ground had two red envelopes in their pockets, which seemed to be the reward for the extra play.

There are eight hundred yuan bills in each red envelope.

Hum, it's so cheap that they sold their personality for hundreds of red envelopes!

At the moment, with the efforts of several agile security guards, more than a dozen cameras were all put away.

Chu Jiang ignored these cameras and asked coldly, "who sent all the red envelopes in your pocket?"

The reporters were all stunned. The red envelope was in his pocket. How could he know? Won't he see it or film it?

They, who like to calculate others, are of course afraid of being calculated by others.

"You have two red envelopes in your pockets, which should be the reward for the extra play. The microphone can be replaced after you return to the unit." Chu Jiang continued to ask coldly.

The four reporters sitting on the ground almost shivered.

Well, it seems that he must have seen it. Otherwise, how would he know that we received two red envelopes!

"It's only 800 yuan, and you sold your personality. Is it worth it?" Chu Jiang continued to question.

Ah!

He even knows that there are 800 yuan in the red envelope. It seems that he really saw everything.

Thinking of this, the group of reporters completely wilted.

"If you dare to report casually, I'll send out the photos you just received the red envelope. President ye, at most, is to explain that after a period of time, it will be calm, and you, a good job, will be gone. You can weigh the pros and cons!" Under the deterrence of the previous words, Chu Jiang suddenly made a move to deceive the world.

All the reporters immediately turned pale.

"We'll delete it now, delete it now!"

"We don't report anything!"

"Please, let us go!"

More than a dozen reporters immediately made promises and then begged.

Chu Jiang saw that their photos had been deleted, so he murmured, "get out!"

So the group of reporters disappeared in an instant, and the four reporters sitting on the ground ran the fastest.

Chu Jiang walked to Ye Qingcheng, who was a little lost, and asked, "are you okay?"

"I... nothing." Ye Qingcheng recovered, "is the charity donation over?"

"Well, it's just over." Chu Jiang replied.

"How much did our company donate?" Ye Qingcheng asked casually.

In her opinion, she should donate tens of thousands or more than 100000.

"Not much, not much, just 50 million!" Chu Jiang laughed and replied.