Spare Tire is Gone

Manju Entertainment and Qi Yin posted blogs at 8:30 in the morning, a time when Weibo slowly began to liven up.

From 8:30 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon, nearly six hours, enough time for many things to happen.

For example, let most of the netizens who go to bed early last night and their memories remain on the topic of #戚淙控制狂#, see the topic of #戚淙维权#, which is the number one hot search, and number one on the popular list. A statement and lawyer's letter issued by Manju Entertainment, the second-most popular Qi Yin video, the monitoring and recording of the third-popular Manju Entertainment, and the recording of Jiang Zhaoqiang and Han Lan of the fifth and sixth popular A segment of surveillance, and the eighth "Nightmare Comeback" video.

For example, let netizens verify the authenticity of those inspection reports and the authenticity of Jiang Zhaoqiang's recordings.

For example, let netizens dig out the details of the public relations company mentioned in Manju’s statement, and follow through to find out that the first blogger "Entertainment New Information" who stood up and said that the Yanhuang incident was reversed was a marketing account maintained by this company. He posted several reports on Weibo, regardless of his parents and the accounts he owes the credit card. They are all suspected to be the company’s water soldiers.

For example, according to Qi Yin's guidance in the video, some netizens found out several newspapers in Haicheng that year about the incident of Qi Cong jumping off the building. I found that in other regular newspapers, Qi Cong jumped off the building because the reason was "the patient is emotional and resists treatment", instead of "the man is crazy for love" written in the pheasant report that was first exposed.

For example, more and more Yanhuang employees are affected by Han Lan, and their real names have come forward to support Qi Cong, saying that Jiang Zhaoyan's attitude towards Qi Cong is really bad in the company, and Qi Cong has never controlled Jiang Zhaoyan or anything. It can be said to be obedient to Jiang Zhaoyan.

For example, Jiang Zhaoyan's neighbors couldn't help but came out and sent out a few pieces of surveillance at the door. Due to the angle of the monitor, you can see a picture about two meters away from Jiang Zhaoyan's door. In his monitoring, Qi Cong did often come to Jiang Zhaoyan's door at very late hours and wandered in and waited, but after every long wait, Qi Cong would eventually be put in the door, and then carried garbage and papers. , Or left with other things, or bought something back after leaving empty-handed, it was obviously called to run errands.

For example, let a lot of media rush to Dingli like flies smelling meat, and surround the hotel.

Qi Cong walked out of the elevator with Zhao Zhenxun, and at a glance saw the masses of media and reporters stopped by the hotel security. The media and reporters also found him soon, and immediately became agitated, raising the camera door and shooting at him non-stop.

Qi Cong frowned when he didn't expect that there would be so many people.

Zhao Zhenxun signaled Qi Cong to stop, and beckoned to the bodyguards of Xiao Han and Shen Jia who were waiting in the lounge area of ​​the hotel lobby. Xiao Han and the bodyguard walked over immediately, and skillfully surrounded the two of them.

Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong: "After going out for a while, the media will surround you to ask questions. Questions will basically revolve around Jiang Zhaoyan, Yan Huang, your condition, and the relationship between you and Jiang Zhaoyan. You start from the exposure of the incident. Being silent all the time and in a state of complete loss of voice, it is easy for the public to guess your thoughts based on their own thinking. Now you must let the media and the public hear your voice and see your attitude clearly. I suggest You choose five questions to answer. If you answer too many questions, the public will lack memory. If you don’t have a press conference, you will be unwilling to write. You don’t need to answer too much. You only need to express an attitude, one that is definitely powerful. Attitude. If you have any questions, I suggest you choose..."

Zhao Zhenxun quickly enumerated several questions that the media might ask, and then explained how to answer these questions is the most appropriate, and then asked: "Understand?"

Qi Cong nodded.

"Let's go." Zhao Zhenxun looked at the masses of media outside, and then at Qi Cong's calm profile, his tone eased, "Qi Cong, this is your first step into the circle...Come on."

Qi Cong stopped walking, looked back at Zhao Zhenxun, and smiled at Zhao Zhenxun: "Thank you, Brother Zhao."

A group of people walked towards the entrance of the hotel, Qi Cong walked in the center of the crowd-this was the location of Shen Jia before.

This is a very novel experience, but Qi Cong will not be stage fright because of it. He looked directly at the mass media blocked by the door, remembering the video that Qi Yin had posted this morning, raised his hand, and shook the crown pendant on his neck.

It's all over.

When the revolving door turned open, the flashing lights that were originally blocked by the glass were connected into pieces, bright as if they wanted to blind people's eyes. Numerous short cannons tried to reach in front of them, but they were blocked by bodyguards from a safe distance.

"Qi Cong! Are you still in touch with Jiang Zhaoyan?"

"Qi Cong, what is the old account that your mother said in the video to turn over?"

"Have you really been mentally abused by Jiang Zhaoyan?"

"What the **** did you get? Did you really lose your memory?"

Questions overlapped with questions, and everyone rushed to talk to each other, and on the contrary, no one's question could be heard clearly. Suddenly, a slightly sharp female voice, with its timbre advantage, strongly overwhelmed all the voices, and conveyed the problem to everyone's ears: "Qi Cong! Push your mother to come out and help you wash your whites. You think this is what you should do for the son of man." !"

The reporters were silent.

Zhao Zhenxun frowned, glanced at the logo on the microphone that the reporter was holding, and then looked at Qi Cong.

With the help of bodyguards, Qi Cong stood in the center of all the shots and looked at the female reporter who was questioning. Her expression was not angry or happy, and her tone of voice did not back down. He replied: "If you think that explanation and clarification are just whitewashing, then My answer to your question is nothing to comment. Also, in order to live up to my mother’s dedication and expectations, I will not respond to any questions related to Jiang Zhaoyan, nor can I respond, because this person is a stranger to me. Man, I know everything about him from a bystander. I was indeed a party before, but I am now a bystander."

When the voice fell, whether it was the reporter who was answered or the other reporters, they showed a look of astonishment and unresponsiveness.

Wait, this newcomer... how does it look like this? This kind of problem actually returned? The attitude of the return is still so...decisive and tough.

Isn't it a mentally abused, sick patient? According to common sense, shouldn't it be sold badly at this time? Why don't you play the cards according to the routine.

Zhao Zhenxun's frowned brows immediately relaxed after hearing Qi Cong's response. He regained his gaze and said to the reporters: "Qi Cong has to go to work. You can't delay it for too long. Five questions. You can discuss what you want to ask. It is not good for us to keep blocking the door of other people's hotels."

The reporters regained their senses. They looked at Qi Cong again, and after looking at each other, they really started to discuss.

They are all eaten in the entertainment circle, and the number of encounters in the future will never be less. Journalists can be rude to newcomers, but Zhao Zhenxun still has to give it face.

Soon, the reporters discussed the results and began to ask questions, with a much more polite attitude than the previous female reporter.

The questions asked by the reporters were similar to what Zhao Zhenxun had guessed. Qi Cong responded one by one, with concise language and neither overbearing nor overbearing attitude. After answering the five questions, the bodyguard prepared to protect Qi Cong and leave.

The reporters get out of their minds.

Xiao Han quickly took out the key and unlocked the babysitter's car parked not far from the hotel entrance. Just as he was going to pull the car door, a black car parked next to it suddenly opened the door, and Gu Xun stepped out of the car. Qi Cong, who walked out of the reporter's encirclement, smiled and said, "Cong Cong, I'm here to pick you out."

Qi Cong was stunned, Zhao Zhenxun frowned fiercely, while the reporters rushed toward this side excitedly after a pause.

The sound of shutters and interrogations were overwhelming again.

"Gu Xun! Are you here to see Qi Cong?"

"Gu Xun, what is the relationship between you and Qi Cong?"

"Gu Xun, how did you and Qi Cong meet?"

Zhao Zhenxun’s face turned black to the bottom of the pot. He ignored Gu Xun and said, “Raise your hand and say hello to Gu Xun. Do as much as possible when you meet with an old friend, and then get into the nanny car. I will take care of the rest."

Qi Cong returned to his senses and looked at Gu Xun who was smiling softly. He hesitated for a moment. He raised his hand obediently and waved to Gu Xun. Then he walked towards the babysitter car and pointed to the babysitter car and said, "I will first Get in the car, we will wait for a moment--"

The smile on Gu Xun's face deepened, and suddenly he stepped forward, relying on his tall and long hand, over the blockade of the bodyguard and Zhao Zhenxun, and accurately grasped Qi Cong's hand that pointed to the nanny's car, took advantage of Qi Cong's defense, and pulled him to his side. Turning around and blocking Qi Cong with his body, holding Qi Cong’s shoulder with the other hand, he squeezed Qi Cong into his car with lightning speed, then made a phone call gesture towards Zhao Zhenxun, and finally looked towards the already surrounded. The reporters who came over replied: "Qi Cong and I are looking up and being looked up to." After we got into the car, we slammed the door.

Kevin, who was in the driving position, immediately started the car, reversed, turned, and took the road. He walked in one go, spraying Zhao Zhenxun and the reporters with car exhaust.

Zhao Zhenxun never expected that Gu Xun could be so shameless, and he robbed people in public, gritting his teeth with anger. But now is not the time to lose his temper. He took a deep breath, waved his hand to the bodyguard to stop the reporter, and then quickly stepped into the nanny car.

The reporters were blocked, and the nanny car started and chased after Gu Xun's black car.

Ahead, inside the black car.

Qi Cong didn't recover from Gu Xun's series of operations until the car started. He turned around and looked at the reporters and the nanny car that was getting smaller and smaller behind the car. Then he looked at Gu Xun and said, "Why are you— —"

A piece of chocolate was pinched by slender fingers and pressed to his lips.

Gu Xun leaned closer and rubbed Qi Cong's lips with chocolate: "Congming, open your mouth."

What kind of weird communication and behavior is this. Qi Cong was choked back at all his words. He glanced at Kevin who was driving in the front seat. He lowered his head and raised his hand to pick up the chocolate in Gu Xun's hand: "Don't be like this, Zhao-uh just now."

Gu Xun took advantage of Qi Cong's time to speak and fed chocolate into Qi Cong's mouth, and rubbed his thumb over Qi Cong's lips, smiling: "I just came out of prison, and I have to eat something sweet to get bad luck."