"Then don't let the media make random comments!" Nie Qixing said harshly.
“…” Zhou Zheng didn’t dare to say anything.
Nie Qixing rubbed his brows again, raised his eyes and apologized to him: "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood."
Zhou Zheng had already seen his hideous and deformed face and the vicious look in his eyes. How could he dare to offend him? He immediately laughed it off and said, "I understand. Don't worry, Master Qi. I didn't take it to heart."
"Yeah." Nie Qixing was just being polite. In his heart, he didn't really take Zhou Zheng seriously. His hypocritical words were just for the sake of maintaining his own image.
Seeing that his face was still very ugly, Zhou Zheng reminded him: "Master Qi, do you want to find someone to suppress the news?"
Nie Qixing knew without his reminder that the most urgent task was to suppress public opinion first, otherwise no one could guarantee whether something would be dug up on the Internet.
"I'll go find someone right away." He stood up, picked up his phone and made a call.
…
Nie Qixing first called the royal family.
John received news last night that reporters were surrounding the club, and this morning he learned from news outside that Nie Qixing was also privately involved in the human trafficking business.
In her heart, she was very ashamed of his behavior, but she had to perfunctorily answer him: "Mr. Nie, I can't intervene in this matter..."
Nie Qixing didn't give him a chance to refuse: "You told me yesterday that it was inconvenient, and today it's not convenient for you to show up. For the royal family, suppressing the news is just a small matter, right? You won't even give me this face?"
John was immediately speechless, and said awkwardly: "It's not that I don't want to give face to Master Nie, it's just..."
"Mr. John, you must be aware of my last name, right?" Nie Qixing reminded him gloomily.
John swallowed his words again and said awkwardly: "I'll try."
Nie Qixing then thanked him politely as if nothing had happened: "Thank you very much."
John couldn't smile anymore. He didn't force himself to smile since they were on the phone anyway. He could only say with a fake smile, "It's okay. This is what I should do."
He said that and hung up the phone.
The royal butler just brought him a document. Seeing that he was frowning, he put the document on the mahogany table in surprise and asked him, "Sir, what's wrong?"
John was concerned about Nie Qingru's power, so he had to put down the intercom. He raised his eyelids and said to him, "Go find someone from the News Department."
"Okay." The butler went out without saying anything.
Soon John met the person in charge of royal news who came over.
The man, dressed in a suit and tie, stood straight and greeted him, then asked why John had called him.
John didn't beat around the bush and told him directly about Nie Qixing's situation, then asked him, "Can you suppress this news?"
"This..." The royal family's spokesperson was a little embarrassed, and after a moment of hesitation, he told him the truth: "In fact, we tried to reduce the heat of the news this morning. After all, this is not a good thing. But who would have thought that there was someone behind this."
"who?"
John had a vague idea of who it was.
really.
The fat white person in charge told him a name: "Ji Lin."
John closed his eyes, loosened his hands on the table, and sat back on the leather chair, "It's him."
They themselves are from a hidden family.
Naturally, we know that there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.
(End of this chapter)