"Pretend, just keep pretending for me." Tan Jiajia said angrily.
"Let me show you this photo. It was taken when we were at the airport today. Maybe it was done by the person I bumped into. The code was not thick enough for me, so eighteen generations of my ancestors were exposed. "
Tan Jiajia picked up her phone again and wanted to show him the photos, but the next second she screamed in surprise: "Huh? Why is this website getting 404?"
Zeng Qi quickly came over and saw a prompt on the previous page:
"The page cannot be found."
The two looked at each other in confusion, and the next second they both said at the same time: "Shen Jie (Master) moves very fast."
On the other side, Shen Jie was struggling under pressure and arranged for people from the public relations department to tamper with the manuscript overnight.
I hurriedly rushed out an announcement and was about to publish it. The people below told him that the overwhelming news on the Internet had been forcibly deleted. Not only that, the publisher’s account has also been blocked.
When Shen Jie was wondering, Zeng Qi's call came in.
"Hey, Mr. Zeng..."
"..."
"It's not me... Our manuscript has just been prepared."
"..."
"OK……"
Zeng Qi hung up the phone and said to Tan Jiajia, who was balled up on the sofa, "It's not him."
"Then who else has such ability?"
"Maybe it's Murong... Only the Murong family can be so generous as to ask the other party to delete the news and lock the account." Zeng Qi speculated.
Hearing what he said, Tan Jiajia looked surprised and said, "But don't you suspect that the Murong family and the Zheng family have formed an alliance..."
"That's different." Zeng Qi interrupted her with a slight smile. "The one who formed an alliance with the Zheng family is ancestor Murong, but the one who helps us is young master Murong."
"This..." Tan Jiajia didn't quite understand it at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
The crisis was temporarily lifted, Zeng Qi's tone became cheerful, and his frown relaxed.
"Now that the news of our return has been deleted, I can continue to live here."
"..."
Tan Jiajia looked confused, and it took her a moment to react. It turns out that just now, this guy was worried about whether he could still live in his own home. I really convinced him.
………
Haonan Public Relations Department.
"Brother Shen, do you want to send this announcement yet?" the clerk asked Shen Jie.
Shen Jie waved his hand and said, "No, someone from above is taking action. You can get off work."
After saying that, he walked to his office. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the public relations department, someone stopped him from behind.
"Xiao Shen..."
Shen Jie turned around and saw Wang Qiyang, who was well-dressed and smiling. He hurriedly greeted him.
"Mr. Wang, have you finished the meeting?"
Wang Qiyang is over forty years old and not very tall. He is about the same height as Shen Jie standing next to him.
He raised his hand and patted Shen Jie on the shoulder. Instead of answering his words, he asked instead:
"Xiao Shen, your Mr. Zeng really abandoned Haonan and took that woman on vacation as the rumors said. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to interfere in his personal affairs, it's just that this matter has become a way for others to deal with us. I’m a little curious about the barrel of the gun.”
Shen Jie could figure out the other party's thoughts. He said seriously: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Zeng and Assistant Tan were on a business trip and were invited by the eldest son of the Murong family to attend a banquet on a cruise ship. Who knows what will happen next? They encountered a shipwreck and lived on an isolated island for half a month. They were rescued by a rescue team a few days ago. It can be said that they narrowly escaped death. The rumors outside are just that the Zheng family is deliberately retaliating. "
While Wang Qiyang listened to him, he kept staring at his eyes, trying to tell whether the other person was lying, while Shen Jie looked at him in a neither humble nor condescending way.
After a long while, Wang Qiyang asked again: "If that's the case, then why didn't he come over and report it as soon as he came back? Instead, there were rumors like that..."
Shen Jie smiled: "Mr. Zeng naturally has his concerns when he does this. Mr. Wang, you have worked with Mr. Zeng for many years and you have some understanding of his temperament."
Only then did Wang Qiyang put on his smile again and said, "Yes, I have always been trustworthy when Zeng Qi does things. He doesn't seem to be the kind of person who is so ridiculous that he neglects his official duties for personal reasons." At this point, he changed the subject and added He smiled and seemed very happy.
"You haven't seen how ugly Xie Peisheng's face was when he heard the news. When Zeng Qi comes over this time, I will definitely kick this careless person out of the board of directors."
Shen Jie didn't say anything, just smiled.
Wang Qiyang was happy for a while, waved to him and said, "Okay, go and do your work."
"Okay." Shen Jie responded.
………
The other side of the ocean.
After Murong Ranchun accepted his father's stormy criticism, he received the gentle and gentle teachings of his ancestor Murong.
"Grandpa, I really didn't do this. I'm overseas. If dad hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known about it."
"...Yes...I asked the rescue team to retrieve them...why rescue people...you never told me to let me attack them..."
"...We have cooperation with the Zheng family? What's the point of cooperating with them... Come on... You were deceived by that little girl Zheng Muyue, and the Zheng family itself is in danger..."
"...What...I won't get married...Okay, okay...I'll get married...You old man, please rest quickly..."
After hanging up the phone, Murong Yuchun let out a long sigh, and then shouted: "Someone is here!"
All of a sudden, the eight bodyguards from the southeast, northwest, left, right and the old housekeeper who were cleaning the house, watering the flowers, cooking, reading documents, walking the dog, all dropped what they were doing and quickly appeared in front of Murong Yuchun.
Old housekeeper: "Report the number."
The big men in black lined up in a row, reporting from left to right: "East, south, west, north, up, down, left, right."
The old housekeeper was leaning on a crutch, his face smiling like a flower: "Master, please give me your instructions."
Murong Ranchun flirted with his cool hairstyle handsomely, and then said: "I will go back to China tomorrow and help me book a flight ticket."
"No problem, Master." The old butler replied.
But Adong, the head of the eight bodyguards, showed hesitation.
"Master, I..."
Murong Ranchun raised his delicate eyebrows and asked, "A Dong, do you have any questions?"
A Dong gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and said respectfully:
"Master, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you this time. Miss Tan is in China. If she sees me, she will probably be unable to control herself again and fall in love with me. That would be so unfair to Mr. Zeng. I once felt so sad in my heart. I promised to bless them silently."
"..."
After hearing these sincere words from Adong, Murong Ranchun's face turned dark and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.
He clasped his hands together, exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes and gave the last command:
"K him!"
