The show was supposed to be a live interview broadcast, but it turned into an introduction to the up-and-coming talents of Diyang, leaving the viewers baffled, feeling like sothing was off!
But what exactly was off? The Executive Director speaking in front of the cara was quite handso too.
And then everyone’s focus was sidetracked.
On the live broadcast’s bullet screen, people began to co to their senses, "What we wanted to see was the affair between Yuran and Bo Yan, and the gossip about Yuran. Now who wanted us to be introduced to Diyang’s grand strategy?"
"Right, what were we planning on watching again? Why are we here listening to soone talk about Diyang’s developnt strategy?"
"Although that being said, why am I still finding it so interesting?"
"..."
Comnts like these were countless, and after Situ Jue had pulled a stunt to gain presence, the reporters finally snapped out of it. What opportunity had they missed?
The press conference was only an hour long, and now more than forty minutes had passed by. Hence, their ti to ask questions would be significantly reduced.
One by one, the reporters gritted their teeth as they looked at Situ Jue, who remained unfazed; Qi Feng and Xie Cheng couldn’t help but laugh, "Situ, you’re really sothing else, too clever indeed."
Situ Jue gave them a cold and noble profile, "No need for pleasantries. You two clowns wouldn’t understand."
The two clenched their teeth, who the hell are you calling clowns?
Reporter, "Miss Yu, regarding the rumors about you online, can you provide solid proof to show that you’re not such a person? That you haven’t seduced Bo Yan at such a young age, haven’t bullied classmates, nor have you taken any stimulants?
Is it because the Bo Family has always protected you that all of your past misdeeds have been overlooked? Pretending they never happened?
Now that soone has exposed you, does Diyang, with its imnse wealth, start retaliating against the brave people who ca forward to report you?"
Regarding all these questions, what do you have to say, Miss Yu?"
Yuran raised an eyebrow, smiled at the questioning reporter, and suppressed Bo Yan’s ready-to-rise posture by pulling on his hand, "Which company do you work for?"
The reporter was unflinching, "Miss Yu, are you going to suppress our company after knowing which one it is?"
This sharp question caused an uproar in the room. Qi Feng, Xie Cheng, and Situ Jue all kept a straight face. Is it really categorizing as suppressing or not in the world of capital?
It’s not discordant at all.
Big fish eat little fish, ever heard of that? Perhaps it’s ti to get inford?
The three felt that this kind of question was too childish and looked at the reporter with derision. After Yuran had cald Bo Yan down, she finally spoke, "Suppress your company? Who told you that?"
Reporter, "If not, why are you asking for the na of our company?"
Yuran raised an eyebrow, as if it was the most natural thing, "It’s to get your boss to fire you. First, I’ll give you a heads up, speak to them with logic. If your boss doesn’t fire you, then I’ll press on with suppressing your company; it won’t be too late. A delay of a day or two doesn’t bother ; I’m in no rush."
The reporter’s face showed a sudden change.
Situ Jue couldn’t hold back, her lashes lowered, her lips curved into a smile. Qi Feng and Xie Cheng exchanged looks, both seeing a mix of challenge and resignation in each other’s eyes.
This is getting interesting.
Bo Yan’s face remained unchanged, his expression impassive as he watched everything unfold. The reporter’s face turned cold, "Indeed, the rich are so bold. They dare to say anything, unconcerned about others, not caring whether people live or die."
Yuran shrugged her shoulders, "You speak as if you cared about my life and death. If your family is so wealthy and powerful, why don’t you take a shot at Diyang? What era are we in? Of course, it’s survival of the fittest. Who knows, maybe your boss is hoping that Diyang acquires your company. Why not ask them?"
Live broadcast comnts.
"Holy shit, I suddenly got Yuran’s point. What do I do if I’m starting to like her?"
"General Yuran’s commanding presence and the dignity befitting a mother of the nation combine to make her super cool. She truly deserves it."
"Bo, the great actor, sits to the side like a consort waiting for favor."
"Wait a minute, why has everyone’s style suddenly beco so powerful? Am I the only one who thinks that Yuran is simply the queen of cobacks this year?"
"Her retorts are so refreshing to the spirit. I just love that look on her face, that air of ’if you don’t agree, show your money.’ She simply leaves no room for others to maneuver."
"Although Yuran might be a bit too arrogant, this kind of confidence-backed arrogance... I just can’t find it in to dislike it!
If I had that kind of confidence, I could be arrogant too."
"Exactly, think about it, that reporter’s questions were very problematic, so sharp, right? It’s like they were desperately trying to pin sothing on Yuran."
"Yuran’s replies are like textbook examples of face-slapping, so satisfying. So people just have no sha, and you can’t afford to give them any."
...
The sudden shift in style amongst the live broadcast comnts was unexpected. Yuran, who had been thoroughly vilified in the trending searches, inexplicably managed to gather so neutral fans, baffling everyone.
Xie Cheng and Qi Feng were the first to notice this change. Watching Yuran in disbelief, could this be the so-called Koi effect?
How eerie.
During the subsequent press conference, they weren’t worried about anything else. Anyway, it seed that whatever issue ca up, Yuran would be able to handle it well.
Seeing the reporter so frustrated that they looked on the verge of fainting, Yuran loudly shouted, "Hold on, don’t pass out, our eting room can’t accommodate an ambulance, and with your unpopularity, who would carry you out if you collapsed? Still hoping to bla Diyang, huh?"
The reporter was so angry that their face turned purplish, unable to utter a single word.
Yuran then withdrew her gaze, looked at everyone and addressed the previous question, "About the rumors concerning online, I would like to clarify a few things. School violence — I was a participant, I did wrong, and I don’t wish to use my youthful impetuousness as an excuse for my mistakes, but I do owe an apology to the girl I bullied. I know this apology might be too late, and she might not care for it. I don’t want to put on a show in front of you all and say I apologize here, forcing forgiveness. What’s done is done, I won’t try to whitewash or deny it;
Second, regarding the doping issue, I need to defend myself. It’s true I went to Bo City chasing after Bo Yan, but in other words, I was half-enticed into going;
I can display the evidence with the projector for everyone to see clearly, the course of events, surveillance footage, and the final outco of being seriously injured. Of course, I’m not seeking forgiveness; as I’ve said, a wrongdoing is a wrongdoing, and I received the punishnt that I deserved for my actions. Look, how fair is heaven, right?
I almost destroyed my vocal cords with a nail piercing my throat. Even after being saved in the aftermath, singing is no longer possible for . Singing one song is fine, but if I sing another, I will lose my voice completely. Look, this is karma. Has the heavens spared anyone?
The last issue, about sed
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