On December 28, at the juncture of the Gregorian New Year, Haina Company, which had been silent, finally took the initiative to hold a press conference. The venue of the press conference was not in Hong Kong and Taiwan, but in Yanjing.
On the morning of the 28th, the already relatively lively Guomao Building was packed with people today, and tabloid reporters were directly excluded. After all, the conference room of Haina's office is not small, but this time reporters from both sides of the Taiwan Strait and three places swarmed in, hundreds of them. Haina Company has meeting rooms, but does it have an auditorium?
Although he had informed the property management company in advance and had security guards at the door to maintain law and order, and Yang Dongxu had mobilized some people from the Blade Security Company, the entrance to the China World Trade Center was still noisy, with people everywhere starting at seven or eight in the morning.
The press conference started at nine o'clock in the morning, and Fulde walked onto the podium. There was a box-like machine in front of him.
"First of all, I would like to thank all the reporters for attending the press conference of Haina Company. Today, regarding some negative reports on some of Haina Company's artists in the recent past, I will..."
"I heard that your artists are all morally corrupt, and there are even cases of seducing female fans. Is this true?"
"I heard that Wu Qi likes to act like a big name. Not only does he charge a high price for every event he attends, he is the last one to arrive, and he also has a pretty boy in private. As the boss of the company, do you know that?"
"I heard that your big boss is behind the scenes from mainland China. Is it true that he used his background to suppress some record companies in Hong Kong and Taiwan?"
Before Fu Decai finished speaking, the following started to make noises. Just hearing these questions made you angry. They were all based on various hearsays. I heard that your sister has the ability to provide evidence. You heard it on the left and heard it on the right. If you report it like this, people will take it seriously. Do you know?
"Quiet, quiet..." Fu De was mentally prepared before taking the stage.
However, he was still irritated by these hearsay questions, and his face became gloomy. But the more he kept the silence, the more chaotic it became. Many reporters who were sitting stood up and rushed to the podium as others cheered.
"If anyone is making trouble, I will ask the security to ask him out." Fu Decai turned up the microphone volume to the maximum and shouted.
There was a brief silence below the chaos.
"Your Haina company is awesome. If you don't want us to ask questions, why are you holding a press conference?"
"That's right, it's just for fame and reputation. There's no need to ask about the conduct of the artists under your banner. They must all be terrible. Just look at the faces of your bosses and you'll know why they are so rampant."
The originally quiet scene began to become impetuous again as a few voices in the crowd coaxed the crowd.
At this moment, a commotion broke out in the crowd. A few men wearing press credentials suddenly squeezed into the crowd a few times, and then grabbed a reporter and was pulled out of the crowd before the reporter could react.
This scene happened in several places in the crowd. When other reporters noticed, three reporters facing ordinary people were pressed onto the podium by several men.
The sudden appearance of such a scene made the originally noisy group of reporters completely quiet this time. Some timid reporters even wanted to find out where the exit was.
"What do you want to do? I am a Hong Konger. You are illegally detaining me. I will sue you."
"I am a reporter and I am Taiwanese. How dare you do this? I will make your actions public."
"Asshole, let me go, what do you want to do?"
...
The person who was caught kept struggling, but how could he break free? These elite security guards from the Sharp Blade Security Company specially dispatched by Yang Dongxu were like wolves and tigers. The more they roared, the quieter it became below, which was in sharp contrast to their roaring.
"A reporter from Hong Kong Ming Pao." Fu Decai picked up the reporter's badge on the chest of the arrested reporter and took a look at it. "Are there any reporters from Ming Pao down there? Is this your colleague?"
Fu Decai's question made the reporters who were disturbed by the sudden appearance suddenly startled, and then everyone realized what they had realized.
"I'm a reporter from Ming Pao. Our newspaper sent me and three reporters here. It's the three of us. I don't know these reporters and have never seen them in the company."
"Taiwan Free Times, are there any reporters from the Free Times?" Fu Decai took another person's name tag and took a look at it and asked.
"I don't know him. Our newspaper office asked me to come here alone. I have never seen this person before."
"Hey, I'm from Youth Daily. No need to ask. I'm very familiar with your president. The reporters he sent seem to be the two below. Who are you? Or who are you? Why are reporters from other newspapers showing up? Sneaking in?" Fu Decai had a sneer on his face.
Seeing this scene in front of them, even reporters with slow brains understood what happened, and the shouts of these people were exactly the same as before.
"Take them all down." Fu Decai waved his hand.
"If you can do this, you are restricting personal freedom. I am a Hong Konger."
"Yes, yes, I am Taiwanese, you have no right to deal with me."
...
After their identities were revealed, the expressions of the people who were clamoring suddenly changed, and they kept struggling and roaring.
"Whether I have the right to deal with you or not is not up to me, it is up to the law. Even if you are overseas, you must abide by the laws of the mainland. I am also a Hong Konger. When you shout that you are a Hong Konger, I feel Blush, you know?" Fu Decai looked distressed.
The Hong Kong reporter in the audience looked a little unhappy when the other party called out that he was a Hong Konger. But after listening to Fu Decai's words, I felt my cheeks were getting hot. This shame was all brought to the mainland.
"Don't worry, Haina Company is a formal entertainment company. We naturally have no right to deal with you, but they do." Sensing the change in the eyes of the reporters in the audience, Fu Decai showed a smile and pointed to the door of the conference room.
Only then did the reporter discover that four policemen were standing at the door.
"Okay, these people who sneaked in to cause trouble have been caught. We will continue to hold the press conference. I don't want everyone to exercise restraint this time. Don't worry, after I finish the report, I will leave enough time for everyone to ask questions. Now it's best for everyone to return to their original positions and not crowd together to avoid any accidents." After sending a few troublemakers out, Fule pressed his hands downwards.
This time the reporter became very honest and cooperative, and Fu De couldn't help but cursed in his heart, saying, "You don't listen to me even though I can tell you the truth, and you have to give me a slap in the face to be honest."
"First of all, I want to explain the incident of Wu Qi's bodyguard beating someone up. Let's look at some photos." Fu Decai turned on the projector in front of him, and a photo was projected onto the curtain behind him.
"This is a photo from the scene of the previous incident where Wu Qi's bodyguard beat someone. It can be seen from the photos at the scene that the situation was very chaotic. And this, please pay attention to this fan..." The photo kept switching, and as the From the progress of the photo, anyone who is not a fool can see that the original chaotic situation was deliberately caused by someone, just like their noise just now.
After showing the photo, Fu De did not explain that this was a fan riot plan deliberately planned by someone to frame and smear Wu Qi. Instead, he directly played a recording.
"Hello, hello, I'm Fu Decai from Haina Company. Could you please stop reporting on the incident where Wu Qi's bodyguard beat someone up just now?"
"If you don't report it, fine. Whatever price you pay."
"Do you think 100,000 is enough?"
"100,000? Manager Fu, are you sending away the beggars?"
"It's not that I don't want to pay a high price. This matter is obvious. Someone deliberately found trouble to frame Wu Qi. You were at the scene at the time. You probably know the situation better than me. We are also victims."
"Someone deliberately found trouble to frame Wu Qi. I saw it with my own eyes. Not only did I see it, I also took pictures of it. But what does that have to do with me? So what if you are the victim? I didn't do it."
"Then how much do you want?"
"The price is 1 million."
"Isn't this a little too much?"
"One million is not much at all to you. Any album you release will sell more than one million. Besides, I didn't get the money myself. It was for our editor-in-chief. If you just want photos of the scene, , I can sell it to you for 100,000, but if our newspaper doesn’t report this matter, I can’t guarantee it.”
...
After the recording was played, there was silence in the conference room. Paid reporting, or paid silence, has always been an unspoken rule of major newspapers. When it was suddenly revealed, the reporters present felt as if the last fig leaf had been torn off.
There were also a few reporters who were filled with indignation and were particularly shameless about this kind of thing. These people looked like newcomers at first glance.
Seeing the reporters in the audience blushing coquettishly, Fu Decai's smile became even stronger, but his eyes were a little weird.
"Okay, now is the question and answer session. Reporters who have questions can raise their hands to speak." After the recording fell down for a while, and it was still extremely quiet for a long time, Fulde spoke to break the calm.
But look at me below, and I look at you. They were originally eager to ask the first question, but at this time, not one of them raised their hands.
"No one asked a question?" Fu Decai asked again. No reporter in the audience dared to look at him. "Okay, let's move on to the next topic. Does anyone want to know who is the reporter who made this recording? From the newspaper?"
boom!
It was as if the originally quiet hornet's nest had been poked and suddenly became buzzing. Several reporters looked panicked, apparently thinking that the recording was from their own newspaper reporters, because there were colleagues from their newspapers at the scene when Wu Qi's bodyguard beat him, and they had first-hand information at that time.
But more reporters were excited, and it was obvious that their newspaper colleagues were not present at the time. So at this moment, their enthusiasm exploded instantly, just like those who were booing just now.
Although the sound engineer's revelation of the unspoken rules of reporting made them lose face, and they might even be shouted at and beaten by everyone. But if the newspaper where the recording was made is exposed, that would be the best shield.
With him standing in front of him, his newspaper will instantly transform into a warrior in the camp of justice. He is very shameless for this kind of extortion. Such newspapers are a cancer in the industry and should not be removed, and even legal action should be taken. public prosecution.
In this way, the public's anger can be completely diverted, and he can kill two birds with one stone and occupy a part of the market.
"It's just..." Fu Decai stretched out his voice.
The quiet reporters below all have long necks, like ducks waiting to be slaughtered.
