Huaxia had already dispatched a press team to Princeton by plane this morning.
At this moment, sitting in front of Qin Luo was a reporter from China, with shoulder-length hair, exquisite and three-dimensional features, wearing a black professional suit, and a faint smile from beginning to end.
White skin, beauty, and long legs were Qin Luo's first impression of him.
"Hello, student Qin, this is Ma Fanshu, a reporter from Yanjing TV Station." As she spoke, the woman smiled and stretched out her right hand.
"Hello." Qin Luo stretched out his hand and shook Ma Fanshu: "Thank you for coming and helping me."
As the saying goes, there are three happy events in life: when the gold list is inscribed, the bridal chamber spends candles at night, and meets old friends in a foreign country.
Qin Luo hasn't felt the first two items yet, but he now feels the third thing.
At this moment, in a foreign country, surrounded by media criticizing him, but now, he feels the power from his hometown.
Although he and Ma Fanshu are not in the same country, they are in the same country.
"Student Qin is polite, you can rest assured that all the people of China Media will be on your side this time." Ma Fanshu raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Student Qin, before the press conference, I can simply Ask you a few questions?"
"of course can."
Although time is tight and the task is heavy, for the Huaxia reporter, Qin Luo will squeeze time even if he is squeezed.
A few minutes later, Ma Fanshu let out an exclamation: "Student Qin, do you think this is the ghost of Bowers?"
"No, Bowers is just a chess piece, the real gold master has someone else."
"Someone else?" Ma Fanshu's eyes flashed with a hint of light.
She felt as if she had found something extraordinary.
"Does Qin know who that person is?"
"I guess that person should be the president of Infiniti, Mrs. Caitlin." Qin Luo shrugged and said, "You should also know that I personally sent his son to the prison."
The fact that Tesla kidnapped Qin Luo and was eventually killed is not news throughout China, and the entire Yanjing media circle knows it.
Caitlin?
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Ma Fanshu nodded in agreement.
Overnight, the direction of public opinion can suddenly change, and all the media began to criticize Qin Luo. This not only requires a huge network of connections, but also a lot of money.
As the president of Infiniti, Caitlin fits these two points perfectly.
As one of only a few hundred-year-old companies in the United States, Infiniti has a huge influence in the business circle and the media circle. In addition, Caitlin is worth hundreds of millions. As long as she speaks, the major TV stations will give him face.
"Student Qin can rest assured that we will report truthfully and give Qin a fair deal."
"By the way, does Qin have any evidence that Caitlin is behind the scenes?" Ma Fanshu asked after a pause.
"No!" Qin Luo shook his head.
"Uh..." Ma Fanshu's mouth twitched. He thought that Qin Luo was so sure that he must have some evidence in his hand. As a result, all this was Qin Luo's guess.
For a while, Ma Fanshu felt speechless.
...
In the reception room, Charlie and other professors from Andrews were chatting with great interest.
"I didn't expect a Qin Luo to let the five Princeton tigers come forward..."