If you are not afraid of real villains, you are afraid of hypocrites.

Obviously, this reporter who doesn't know which media outlet it is is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The question was so sharp that everyone looked at Yan Murong and wondered how he would answer.

Yan Murong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the reporter with a sneering smile in his eyes and asked. "What is your name, journalist? Which media is it from? ”

"What do you want to do?" Seeing Yan Murong's gaze, the reporter was a little uncomfortable, tilted his head slightly, and said. "You don't answer my questions, you still ask my name, do you want revenge?"

"Hehe, you're thinking too much." Yan Murong smiled. "I'm just trying to find out your name and place of work, so I'll send you a pennant when I get back - of course, it's okay if you don't want to say it, I'll answer your questions first, and I'll check it myself when I get back."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, the reporter's face changed. There was a faint regret in his heart, the seemingly simple task was to get a reward of 200,000 yuan just by asking a few questions, but he now understands that this 200,000 yuan is not easy to take, he can't afford to offend the person who gave him money, and he can't afford to offend the man standing on the stage either.

"Since your investigation is so detailed, then I think you should know about my relationship with the two chairmen of Huayuan Group and Minghua Group, right?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "One of them is my wife, and the other is my sister-in-law - you also said just now, Huayuan Group and Minghua Group have teamed up to snipe Thunder Investment, so what does it have to do with me spending my sister-in-law and my wife's money? Also, you ask me if it has anything to do with Zheng Wuming's death? Well, I'll admit, his death did have something to do with me. ”

"Wow-"

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the audience, and no one expected that Yan Murong would admit that Zheng Wuming's death was related to him.

It's not as simple as stealing two dollars from his father's pocket, if it is reported, his school, his hospital, and his people will all be ruined. Think about it, who wants to study in a school built by a murderer? Who wants to go to a murderer's hospital? No one wants to work with a murderer. What's more, the person who died was still Zheng Wuming, the first son of Yanjing in the past.

Is this guy crazy? Li Jianhua's face also changed, and he glanced at Duan Zixuan, but saw Duan Zixuan chuckling and shaking his head.

"Why are you still laughing?" Li Jianhua asked in a low voice.

"What if you don't laugh?" Duan Zixuan shook his head helplessly. "I know this guy too well, he's not the kind of person who doesn't speak through his brain, even if his words are sometimes too Meng Lang, it's all within his control."

Sure enough, just as Duan Zixuan said, the smile on Yan Murong's face did not decrease, he raised his hand, pressed it down, and waited until the reporters were quiet before speaking. "When I say that his death is related to me, it doesn't mean that I killed him, but that when I was talking to L'Oréal in France, he personally approached me and asked to meet me, and then -- and then you should know that he shot himself himself."

"Mr. Yan, who can prove what you said?" There was a ** voice asked.

"Do you need proof?" Yan Murong said with a smile, as if he had known that they would ask this, pointed to the door, and said. "The one who can prove my innocence is there."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, the reporters quickly turned their heads to look at the door. At the moment when they turned their heads, the door of the auditorium slowly opened from the outside, and in the sunlight, three figures appeared in the doorway.

"I think I should be able to prove Mr. Yan's innocence."

The person who spoke was a foreign man in a light gray suit, and this man was none other than Larson Capet of the Capet family.

"I can also prove Mr. Yan's innocence." Morgana said.

"Let you get a head start." In the end, Toshiaki Mitsui also stood up and said with a smile. "Zheng Wuming's death was indeed caused by himself."

The appearance of Larson Capet, Morgana, and Toshiaki Mitsui immediately caused an uproar.

These three people, one is the future successor of the Capet family in France, the other is the future head of L'Oreal, which founded the chemical empire, and the other is not small, the current head of the Mitsui Foundation in the island country. The weight of these three people appearing to testify on behalf of Yan Murong can be imagined - of course, no one questioned how they knew that Yan Murong was innocent, with the identity of these three people, they would not tell such a lie.

"Mr. Yan, they are your partners, everyone knows this, and their words can't be proved at all." The reporter who asked the pointed question was still not dead, and shouted loudly at Yan Murong.

"What about my words?"

Just when Yan Murong was about to speak, a calm and majestic voice came from the gate, Yan Murong looked at it, and immediately looked surprised, only to see an old man walking into the auditorium with vigorous steps under the protection of several suit-clad bodyguards.

Yan Murong didn't care about anything else, jumped off the stage directly, and quickly ran towards the old man, several bodyguards in suits also knew Yan Murong, and did not stop him, but observed the surrounding situation vigilantly.

"Ah, isn't that General Secretary Yan? How did he get here? ”

"yes, why is he here, quick, take pictures."

When the reporters saw the old man's face, their jaws almost fell to the ground in shock, and the flashing lights kept flashing, even more dazzling than when Yang Zhenxing took the stage to cut the ribbon.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Yan Murong ran to the old man and said with a smile. "You're still tossing back and forth on this hot day, this can't be done."

"Haha, don't worry, I'm a little older, and this old bone is still tough." Old Man Yan patted Yan Murong on the shoulder and said with a laugh. After speaking, he pulled Yan Murong and walked onto the stage under the protection of his bodyguards, and a pair of glowing tiger eyes swept around the stage before he spoke. "I, Yan Longteng, became a soldier at the age of sixteen, from a small soldier who relied on the protection of a company commander to the general secretary of a country, I have paid 64 years of hard work for China. Ask yourself, I have never done anything in my life that is sorry for the country, let alone sacrificing others for my own interests, and now, I can also tell you that my grandson, Yan Murong, will not do such a thing. ”

As he spoke, the old man turned his head to look at the reporter and said coldly. "Do it right, ask for a prize. If you do something wrong, you will be punished - if Murong is wrong, you don't need to say it, I can't spare him first. However, if anyone frames him regardless of right and wrong, I promise that I will definitely investigate it to the end. ”

PS: Today is also two watches, I went to the hospital for a check-up, migraine, bought a box of ibuprofen to eat, a medicine worked, go to bed early today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are four watches, make up for what I owe yesterday and today.