"This morning, C.P.C Entertainment held a press conference on behalf of writer C-Loong, at which a statement was issued, in which he pointed out that C-Loong denied the content of the recent newspaper reports about C-Loong, and C-Loong himself will reserve the right to pursue legal responsibility for those companies or individuals who spread false information... The above content is reported by SBS Entertainment News. ”

Nam Seung-hyun turned off the TV with a smile on his face, "The other party finally responded!" He was very satisfied with the progress of his plan, originally Nam Seung-hyun was still worried that C-Loong would not make any moves, so the subsequent series of actions would not be able to unfold, and at that time, relying on their tabloids to sing a one-man show would not have much effect. Now this situation is the best, news hype should pay attention to the back and forth, and the two sides can insist on their own words in order to attract the attention of the general public.

"President, the new front-page article of our "Hanyang Times" tomorrow has been edited, please take a look!" A middle-aged man in his mid-50s walked in and handed the information to Nam Seung-hyun.

"Editor-in-Chief Han, I'm sorry that this article can't be used, I have to work hard for you to write another one again today, this is relevant information."

After the middle-aged man looked at it for a while, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "This... With all due respect, if you write according to this title, will it offend the other party? ”

Nan Shengxian said with an indifferent face: "Since the implementation of this plan, we have no turning back, and now there is no question of offending or not offending, as long as the plan can be successful in the end, it will be worth it!" ”

The next morning, the front page of the Hanyang Times ran a new article on "C-Loong, why don't you dare to show up?" The article uses a lot of pen and ink to criticize the protagonist of this incident, suspecting that C-Loong's independently created works are written by others, and claiming that even the works completed in collaboration with Park Xiuhui are the main credit of Park Xiuhui, and C-Loong himself may not have played a key role, "he/she" pretends to be mysterious because he has a weak heart and does not dare to face the media and the public.

"These bastards" Cui Zhenlong, whose face was hideous, tore the newspaper in his hand in half, as if this still couldn't vent the anger in his heart, he grabbed the object at hand and threw it to the ground fiercely, "bang", a delicate white vase was smashed into pieces, and the splinters that flew out of the four rounds left a small wound on Cui Zhenlong's face like a bullet, but he didn't seem to be aware of it, he sat back on the sofa with a gloomy face, closed his eyes, and his chest kept rising and falling, The only sound of his heavy breathing echoed in the room.

After a long time, Cui Zhenlong took a long deep breath and opened his eyes, his eagle-like eyes revealed a hint of chill, and at this moment he had broken free from his anger and regained his original calm mind. Cui Zhenlong straightened his clothes, stepped on the fragments of the vase on the ground and walked out of the room and went downstairs.

"Omo, what's going on on your kid's face?" Park Xiuhui, who was sitting in the living room, suddenly exclaimed, "You sit for me, don't move!" Without waiting to finish speaking, she trotted to the study.

Cui Zhenlong felt a little inexplicable, instinctively reached out and touched his face, a wet feeling came from his hand, and he saw that there was already some blood on his fingertips. Cui Zhenlong couldn't help but open his mouth and lick it with the tip of his tongue, the sweet smell of blood stimulated his taste buds, which made him more determined in his heart.

After a while, Park Xiuhui hurriedly ran back, took out the alcohol cotton for disinfection from the first-aid kit, sandwiched a piece with tweezers, and wiped the wound on Cui Zhenlong's face.

"Si~~" Cui Zhenlong didn't feel it just now, but now the slightest coolness and the pain from the alcohol cotton made him instinctively shrink his head.

"Don't move!" Park Xiuhui scolded with a stern expression, "Now you know it hurts?" ”

"Oh Mom, I'm fine, I just accidentally scratched it, and it's not so strict."

"And said it's okay, it's all bleeding!" Park so-hye slapped him lightly, then put down the tweezers in her hand, took out a band-aid and carefully applied it to the wound on Choi Jin-ryong's face.

"Let's talk about it! What's the noise in your room just now? … Are you angry because of what happened in the Hanyang Times? ”

After Cui Zhenlong hesitated for a moment, he nodded obediently and simply acquiesced to the matter.

"And what are you going to do now?" Park so-hye continued to ask.

"This matter will not be settled just like that, people will have to pay the corresponding price if they do something wrong," Cui Zhenlong said in a deep voice, the anger in his tone could be felt by anyone, just like an active volcano, which could erupt at any time.

Park Xiuhui looked at her eldest son with some concern, this was the first time she saw Cui Zhenlong so angry, and she was afraid that he would lose his mind and do something out of the ordinary, "Zhenlong, why don't you come forward this time and help you solve this matter, okay?" ”

Cui Zhenlong shook his head and didn't speak, now that everyone has stepped on his head, it is really not his Cui Zhenlong's style of acting if he doesn't fight back in person. Then Cui Zhenlong didn't plan to avoid Park Xiuhui by doing anything, so he picked up the phone directly in front of her and called, "Abba, I'm Zhenlong." There are a few things I need you to work with, and here's how the plan goes... I'll take note of it myself, thank you, Abba! ”

"Zhenlong, do you really need to do that kind of Cheng dù?" Park so-hui asked worriedly after Choi Jin-ryong hung up the phone.

Cui Zhenlong looked at Park Xiuhui seriously, and said slowly: "There is a saying in Huaxia called 'If you fight a snake, you will not die, but you will suffer from it', which means that you can't show mercy to the enemy, otherwise you will be seized by the other party to fight back, and in that case you will suffer a big loss." This time, since the newspapers led by the Hanyang Times dare to provoke trouble with me, then they must be prepared to bear my wrath, and I will not show mercy to give them a chance to turn the book... So oh Mom, you don't have to sympathize with them, business competition is like this, it has always been a life-and-death struggle, and the kindness of women is resolutely not wanted here. And Abba, he also agreed to my plan, you don't need to persuade me anymore, I have made up my mind! ”

Park so-hui looked at Choi Jin-ryong's unusually determined gaze, opened her mouth, and finally swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth back into her stomach, she was a smart woman, and she knew that these two fathers and sons had the same temper, and the things they decided would not allow others to change.

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A week later, when the "C-Loong ghostwriting incident" was becoming more and more fierce in the outside world, C.P.C held another press conference to the media, this time still a statement on behalf of C-Loong... Wrong! It should be said that it is a "war book", or a "du covenant" is more appropriate!

"Hi everyone, I'm C-Loong! Recently, several newspapers, including the Hanyang Times, have frequently reported about me, mixed with a lot of fabricated and deliberately fabricated content, and your unwarranted rumor-mongering has added a lot of trouble to me and my family, and you have also questioned my work and professionalism with unfounded reasons. I feel very angry and helpless about this! And in order to prove my own innocence, let's make a du! … One year! It takes me a year to publish a novel that I wrote independently, and if I don't sell 1 million copies in Korea during this period, I lose! Then I promise not only to disclose my true identity, but also to transfer the copyright of all the works I create in the next ten years to you free of charge; On the other hand, if I sell 1 million copies or more, I win! If I win, I don't need you to apologize or something, that's a weak explosion! Let's get some affordability! I won't ask for more, just transfer the ownership of a few of your newspapers to me for free! You guys... Do you dare? ”