At the same time, a white BMW was parked on the side of Qingda Road.
The window of the BMW was rolled down, and the people inside could just see the farce happening at the school gate.
"The reporters are here."
On the passenger seat, Zhou Yang lowered his voice and said to the driver, "I saw someone with a camera passing by."
'boom'!
Wen Ziyu slammed his fist on the steering wheel. His handsome face was full of anger. He stared at him with blazing eyes: "Are we just going to watch them throw dirty water at us?"
Zhou Yang turned around and saw that he was angry. He shook his head and sighed, and said, "Then what do you want to do?"
Seeing Wen Ziyu's angry look, he quickly held his hand to prevent him from impulsively getting out of the car to cause trouble for that family: "Mr. Wen, don't do anything rash. Impulsiveness won't solve any problems! Principal Liang can't do anything about them. If you rashly run over and beat them up, it will only bring more trouble to Professor Jiang."
Wen Ziyu's chest rose and fell violently, but he still had some rationality left in him. He pushed his hand away expressionlessly: "I know, I'm not that stupid."
"I'm just afraid that you'll do that for Qiao Nian..." He was halfway through his words when he met Wen Ziyu's gaze. He quickly raised his hand and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this."
Wen Ziyu took out a pack of cigarettes from the car, poured out two, threw one to him, then took out a lighter and lit it. He lowered his head to take a puff, then tilted his head back and exhaled a thick smoke ring.
"It's okay. There's nothing I can't mention." The smoke blurred his face, and it was unclear what he was thinking in his eyes.
Zhou Yang glanced at him, pursed his lips, patted him on the shoulder silently, and comforted him with a wry smile: "Brother, you didn't lose to Master Ye."
Wen Ziyu looked much more mature. He glared at him, then laughed angrily and punched him back: "I want you to say it."
Ye Wangchuan is not on the same level as them in the Beijing circle, especially in the circle of their generation.
If it were someone else, Wen Ziyu would still want to fight for it.
Ye Wangchuan...
The mere thought of this in his mind made him feel like he was courting death, with no chance of success at all!
Zhou Yang looked at him with sympathy.
Wen Ziyu took another puff of his cigarette, holding it between his fingertips, the bloody red cigarette butt burning. He saw the reporters interviewing him in the rearview mirror, raised his head and asked Zhou Yang: "Don't you have any other solution? I don't want Uncle Jiang to be ruined by these people."
“Uh…” Zhou Yang knew Qiao Nian, but he was not very familiar with her.
He lowered his eyes and thought seriously for a moment, then put his hand on the man's arm: "Why don't you go find your aunt?"
Wen Ziyu looked at him with a question mark on his face: "Why are you looking for her?"
Zhou Yang shrugged calmly and looked him in the eye. "How many connections can we have after we just graduated from school? It's too difficult for the two of us to handle this matter! Aunt Wen is a big shot in the news industry. If you want to suppress the news or help Boss Qiao, you can only ask her to see if Aunt Wen has any good ideas."
Wen Ziyu has not relied on his family or looked for Wen Ruxia since he graduated half a year ago.
If Zhou Yang hadn't mentioned Wen Ruxia to him this time, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a relationship in his family.
He was not vague and turned the car around and drove towards the TV station without saying a word.
*
Wen Ruxia’s office at the TV station.
The assistant knocked on the glass door: "Mr. Wen."
(End of this chapter)