Song Jun was very annoyed, because these reporters couldn't help but deduct all kinds of black pots for him as soon as they came up, and many reporters didn't know whether they ate garlic or snail noodles or something, and the breath they spewed out between them was really unbearable.

So, when the microphone made intimate contact with his lips, causing his lips to bruise, it was like detonating the fuse of No. 93 gasoline in his body, which made him involuntarily angry.

No one noticed how cold Song Jun's eyes were behind the plastic sunglasses lenses, and many reporters were still asking questions quickly, hoping to gain some great news from Song Jun's inexplicable rise from the grassroots.

It wasn't until the corners of Song Jun's mouth pursed and the chill in his eyes gradually spread to his entire face that some reporters suddenly remembered that Song Jun was a man with the title of "Violent Male God", and then involuntarily suffocated, but soon became excited.

"Mr. Song, please answer my question, I think all Chinese compatriots who like to watch animation expect Yunjun to quickly come up with a strong evidence, to show that the comic production team behind your company is not funded by Japanese companies, and in order to improve the animation level of the whole country, I think it is necessary for Yunjun Company to share the advanced technology it has mastered with every domestic counterpart, so as to make Guoman rise rapidly......"

"Yunjun company has risen so fast, if there is no strange is categorically no one will believe it, where does the core technology that supports the development of Yunjun come from? Why didn't Yun Jun serialize the corresponding comics in any anime newspaper before the anime was released? As far as I know, Mr. Song was still a good-for-nothing otaku last month, how could he quickly climb the high branch of the An's Group in such a short period of time and become the helmsman of the entire Yunjun? ”

As a journalist who has been engaged in the news industry for many years, Zhao Lun did not feel the slightest guilt because he 'accidentally' injured Song Jun. He had the stern expression on his face that a reporter should have, expecting Song Jun to say something inappropriate because of his words, or rather, ...... Beat him directly, so that he can successfully complete the interview task suddenly given to him by the editor-in-chief yesterday, and then get a lot of money.

Hear the words. Song Jun's expression was a little uncertain.

Zhao Lun looked at him, with a hint of ridicule and imperceptible jealousy in his eyes, thinking in his heart that this person was really a country man who suddenly became rich but had no knowledge, and he couldn't even keep calm about this question, according to his past bad deeds of beating people, it is estimated that he is going to beat himself, right?

A touch of anticipation and a little caution rose in his heart, and the arm holding the microphone was slightly raised, so that Song Jun could use his arm to cover his face full of middle-aged man's charm when he swung his fist.

"Where do you get your judgment from?" Song Jun was silent for a while and asked.

The reporters behind Zhao Lun stopped talking. With their experience, it is natural to see that Zhao Lun's interview this time is deliberately aimed at Song Jun and even the entire Yunjun, otherwise he would not have asked such a brain-dead question, how can the core technology of a company be easily leaked? And now that mobile phones and computers are popular, there are far fewer people who read comics than those who watch anime directly, and it makes sense that Yunjun chose not to serialize comics, when will it be your turn to point fingers?

If you want to point fingers, we are here too! Some journalists were in their hearts. Then look at the excitement with a gloating expression.

Everyone can say the words of the heart, but Zhao Lun's advantage is that. When he spoke, he stabbed Song Jun in the mouth with the microphone, so the meaning of targeting became extremely strong.

Hearing Song Jun's question, Zhao Lun smiled: "Isn't the basis already included in my question just now?" And I didn't assert anything, just asked about some abnormal things in Yunjun's company, Mr. Song's comprehension ability is really helpless......"

Song Jun finally understood that there would be so many incidents of celebrities beating reporters in the entertainment industry. If he hits a reporter today, he will inevitably damage his image a lot, and the final result may be like many celebrities who beat people, either giving the beaten reporter a lot of hush money, or letting the reporter report on the matter. Then let the media company they belong to make a profit from it.

Neither of these things is what Song Jun wants to see.

Song Jun said: "So what you mean is that as long as there are excellent works in China, it must be achieved because of the use of foreign technology; As long as anyone like me who can eat by his face suddenly develops, must he succeed by selling his body? ”

This black cauldron can't be carried, Zhao Lun shook his head and said, "Of course not, I mean ......"

Song Jun interrupted him coldly: "Engage in a relationship with An Feiyun, use my handsome face to steal the heart of the daughter of the An Group, and secretly contact Japan because of the country's ban on Japanese comics in recent years to introduce its production technology and talents in related industries to plunder China's wealth and culture, I said, how painful, boring and stupid are you reporters to spread this kind of rumor......"

Hearing this, the faces of the reporters present were a little unpleasant.

Probably because of the size and the aura of the system, Song Jun looks awe-inspiring at the moment, exuding a heart-wrenching temperament, so although these reporters are dissatisfied, they still haven't vented, of course, the main reason is that Song Jun, the country boy they interviewed, is still talking like.

"My dad has taught me since I was a child, while I am young, I should offend more people, otherwise after the tempering of society and reality, people will become weak and worried, I used to turn a deaf ear to your farts, not because I was afraid of you, but because I was too lazy to pay attention to these gossips, but now you rush to the door and ask non-stop like debt collection, what's going on?"

"Haqiu!"

At this moment, Song's father, who was laying bricks in Wangchun Town, Nantian City, sneezed for no reason.

"Isn't it getting cold this day?" Dad Song muttered, raised his head to look at the scorching sun in the sky, raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and then continued to work.

"Do any of you remember the oath you took when you joined the industry? The ethics of journalists, how many of you have adhered to it to this day? Song Jun took off the plastic sunglasses he bought for sixteen yuan, with indisputable pain in his eyes, pointed at the country, looked at the reporters who surrounded him like an old cadre, and said: "In your eyes, there are only interests, as long as there are interests." No matter what you are told to do, how many heart-wrenching words you say, how many rumors you fabricate, how many disciplines you abandon, you don't care, but you do it. Happiness? ”

Are you happy to do this?

This sentence made the corners of the mouths of the reporters present twitch, and they looked at Song Jun with strange eyes.

They didn't recall the dream they had discarded because of Song Jun's words, and because of this, they wept bitterly and bowed their heads in repentance, but felt that Song Jun was a fool!

We came all the way to interview you, and you poured us chicken soup for the soul?

Also, isn't the word handsome enough to eat with his face supposed to come out of someone else's mouth? You're too stinky, aren't you?!

Offend more people while you're young. Did your old man really educate you like that? How strange this must be!

Although he complained in his heart, many reporters recorded what Song Jun said, and for a while, there was a rustle of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper.

"Mr. Song, you need to apologize to our entire journalist industry for what you just said, otherwise I will file a complaint against you on behalf of the entire industry!" Zhao Lun said in a deep voice, trying to use this language to arouse the hatred of all the peers present and condemn Song Jun together.

"Why should I apologize!" Song Jun looked at him with a smile: "I can't stand it?" Are there still too few false news reports by your journalists? ”

Zhao Lun was about to speak, but was interrupted by Song Jun waving his hand: "Your interview today has no meaning to me. If you have any questions, just go to An Feiyun, and he will be responsible for answering all the questions you have. As for me, no comment! ”

Song Jun put on his sunglasses, shook off Zhao Lun in front of him with his hand with full aura, and stepped forward.

Zhao Lun stumbled, if it weren't for the fact that the surroundings were quite crowded, he was afraid that he would have fallen. But Rao was like this, and accidentally stepped on the toes of a reporter behind him, causing a scolding, but he didn't care about putting the microphone to Song Jun's mouth, and at the same time said in a hurried tone: "Mr. Song." Please answer my question about the ...... of the Yunjun Animation production team"

Zhao Lun looked anxious, but he sneered in his heart, he planned to attack Song Jun with the microphone again, as long as Song Jun hit him, then under the witness of many media, Song Jun would definitely not be able to deny the fact of beating reporters, but what he didn't expect was that just when his microphone was about to hit Song Jun's cheeks, the heterochromatic pupil cat on the latter's shoulder, which had been extremely calm, suddenly exploded with hair all over his body, turned into a white shadow, and roared and pounced on his face.

"Ah......" Zhao Lun let out a miserable scream, instinctively wanting to scratch the cat off his face, but Song Kitten's sharp teeth were already embedded in his nose, and with only a slight movement, he felt a heart-rending pain swept over, so he could only wave his hands helplessly, and let out a terrible scream in his mouth.

"Hit someone!" Some reporters who didn't know the truth squeezed over to Zhao Lun's side, and while raising their cameras to shoot at the center of the incident.

It was a few seconds before Song Kitten jumped off his body, revealing the wound on his face in front of all the reporters.

Then there was a gasp of cold air.

Zhao Lun's left and right faces were scratched by Song Kitten with several deep wounds, and his chin was kicked by Song Kitten with a piece of skin, the most serious being the nostrils, which were bitten out of a bloody hole.

Blood gushed down his entire face!

"Brute, Lao Tzu killed you!" After reacting from the shock, Zhao Lun's face was distorted, he lowered his head and saw Song Kitten, raised his foot and stepped down, but he stepped on it empty, and his foot hurt painfully, and he was about to continue to commit violence against Song Kitten, when he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his shoulders, which made his head shake a little dizzy.

Song Jun held Zhao Lun's shoulders and shook violently, looking anxious and guilty, and said with concern: "Are you okay?" ”

"I'm ......" Zhao Lun shook his dizzy head, and after seeing Song Jun clearly, he was about to scold, but when he caught a glimpse of Song Xiaomei, who had been squatting on Song Jun's shoulder for some time, and was staring at him with a pair of heterochromatic eyes, his face froze, and a cool breath suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart......

At this moment, Zhao Lun fell into an ice cave, and his eyes showed endless fear. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you damn boss for a series of starting coins for rewarding, about your request to make Ye Liangchen more handsome, I don't understand this, hasn't that product always been handsome? And Mighty Doudou, I won your first time, but I wasn't responsible for you, I'm sorry for that, but there's been too much going on lately, and this chapter is still coded when I drank too much...... Sorry, sorry!