Chapter 622

When Gao Leng saw the news, he immediately began to look for a picture of Wang Hui, the general manager of Dongfang food group, who has been at the helm for eight years, and relevant information about Zhao Yi, the new general manager of Dongfang food group.

Also, Dongfang food group, like Caesar group, is a supplier enterprise. It does not face the public, but only the enterprise. It does not need a lot of advertising, so it receives less interviews.

With the background of state-owned enterprises, it is more mysterious.

Gao Leng immediately turned off his computer and drove there.

Dongfang food group is on the Fourth Ring Road of the imperial capital. Gao Leng drove there. He had a hunch that the man in black was a member of Dongfang food group, and he had to find this person.

In the meeting room of Dongfang food group, there were seven or eight heads of food enterprises, all with secretaries and office directors, and a large room of people were talking about it. Wang Xingguo, general manager of weishixi noodle group, just took office, sat near the door and looked eagerly at the door of the general manager's office of Dongfang food group.

Gao Leng made a routine check-in at the gate and went directly to the conference room. As soon as he entered, he found that several media reporters were blocked outside the conference room.

"Reporter Gao."

"Master."

"Wow, Mr. Gao."

As soon as reporters from various media saw Gao Leng, they showed their admiration and surrounded him. For the public, the case of carrion is very popular. For journalists, because they know the industry too well, they know more about the difficulty of secret investigation and the difficulty of successful exposure. They admire Gao Leng not only, but also.

The circle of journalists is a circle of literati. Since ancient times, literati have been proud of themselves. Only when they face the strong, they will bow down. It needs strength to be affirmed by journalists and colleagues.

At this time, Gao Leng has the strength to make the whole reporter circle respect him, including several senior reporters in their 40s who are now in this circle.

"Reporter Gao, this Oriental food group won't be interviewed." A reporter reached out to hold Gao Leng's hand: "we are the media of Guangnan. I don't know if Gao can interview them."

"Yes, we've been waiting for a long time and refused to interview."

Gao Leng looked at the camera signs they were carrying. They were all media from other places. After laughing, he shook his head: "I have to listen to the propaganda department. I just come to get the documents, not the interviews."

If you listen to the Propaganda Department, it will be a loss of hope for these people. It's also true that the headquarters of Xingsheng magazine can be located in the imperial capital. We have to listen to the Propaganda Department of the imperial capital. The Propaganda Department of the imperial capital says that we can't interview, so Gao Leng can't interview.

That's the rule.

The crowd groaned.

At this time, the door of the general manager's office of Dongfang food group suddenly opened, and several managers in suits and shoes came out. After a look at the reporters, a nearly 60 year old man came out and walked towards the reporters with a smile.

Many journalists know the old man. Mr. Zhang, an academician of a communication university in China, as long as the students with Journalism background have studied the professional texts edited by him, one or two of these reporters graduated from this university. Facing Mr. Zhang, they have to call the president respectfully.

The others are not graduates of this school, and some of their superiors are Taoli of president Zhang, so they have to call president Zhang.

President Zhang is full of talents. Every good media has his students. After retiring from school, he still continues to teach in school, but he has more positions in enterprises, such as honorary executive officer of Dongfang food group.

Some of these scholars, who are very authoritative in China, have lived in peace for thousands of years after retirement, some have been re employed by schools to continue teaching, and more have come out to make a little money in enterprises.

The so-called honorary executive is that he comes out when he is needed, such as now.

"Dean Zhang, how are you?" One of the reporters asked respectfully.

"All right, all of you have made great achievements." As soon as president Zhang came over, he opened the window and pointed to the general manager's office: "give me some thin noodles. I really don't accept interviews today. Later, ah, later, in a day or two, there will be a special publicity meeting. Then everyone will come. After the publicity meeting, the teacher will drink with you."

Well, honorary executive officers spend money to support them on weekdays. It's a big use at this time. It takes skills and identity to persuade them not to offend reporters. President Zhang is the most suitable one.

The reporters looked at each other face to face. Everyone said this, and the Propaganda Department of jiashendu didn't agree. It's not that there's any negative news here, and there's no need for hard news. So they nodded and left one after another.

High cooling station in place, do not go.

After everyone has gone, Gao Leng still stands in the same place and looks at the door of the general manager's office. Today, he must see who the man in black is, whether his judgment is wrong, and whether he is really a member of Dongfang food group.

Gao Leng is a member of Dongfang food group, which has made the biggest profit. But he needs to be sure.

"Reporter Gao." President Zhang, who was originally in this business, naturally knew Gao Leng. Seeing that he would not leave, he quickly held out his hand."I'm not here to interview. I don't have the equipment." Gao Leng said politely, after all, this is an elder in the industry, and I have to respect him.

"Oh no, Mr. Wang asked you in." Surprisingly, president Zhang looked at the back of the departing reporter, lowered his voice and pointed to an office next to the general manager's office: "President Wang has been waiting for you there for a long time."

Mr. Wang?

Wang Hui, the former general manager of Dongfang food group and just a few days after leaving office.

The man in black should be him, Gao Leng thought. He nodded, politely nodded to president Zhang, and then walked quickly to a room next to the general manager's office.

Knock, knock.

"Come in, please." Inside came a slightly tired voice: "reporter Gao, please come in." Before opening the door, we had already called the roll. We can see that we have been waiting for a long time.

Gao Leng pushes the door and enters. He raises his eyes and jumps in his heart.

Wang Hui was sitting at his desk with dark brown glasses, and he was holding a pen to sign on the materials. Seeing Gao Leng come in, he speeded up his hand. After writing, he waved to Gao Leng and pointed to the sofa: "please sit down, just a moment."

As soon as the voice dropped, the phone rang.

Wang Hui picked up the phone, locked his eyebrows and gave orders. After a while, he just pulled off the phone, and the phone rang and answered again.

Gao Leng has been busy for more than 15 minutes since he came in. He hardly stops for a few seconds. Sometimes he answers the phone and signs information with a pen.

It's a man in black. As soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was a man in black, not to mention the thick cocoons on his ten fingers and middle fingers, the blue black thick cocoons with a little ink.

Nowadays, there are not many people who use pens. Wang Hui is one of them.

Once again, there are a lot of paintings and calligraphy in the office, many of which are hard pen characters. It can be seen that he is good at this. Only when he is good at this, and practices repeatedly, can he have a thick cocoon.

Wang Hui, the former general manager of Dongfang food group, is the man in black who repeatedly helped him get secret information.

"Gao Leng, you are all right." After a while, Wang Hui stood up and went to the sofa. He still wore his dark brown glasses without taking them off. He said with a faint smile, "I have something to look for you. It's important. You'd better listen to the arrangement."

With that, he took an iPad and pointed to the photo above. Gao Leng took a look and his face changed.

It's mu xiaoleng, standing alone on the street, with exotic customs and lonely face behind him.

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