Chapter 92: Reporter Siege

"It's not that they're sick, I've heard about it, run to the school gate to block you."

As soon as Wen Shu answered the phone, she listened to Tang Wan hugging her upset, "I have already made it clear that I am not allowed to publish any photos of me, and the security uncle has also warned that you are not allowed to block people again, otherwise you will call the police, and you should not do this again." โ€

"When the time comes, I want a copy of the surveillance video at the door to see who opened the entertainment weekly so bottomless, do you think you want to bully people when you are very young, and you don't put the cover in the spot."

"Poof-" Wen Shu couldn't help laughing, "You're the daughter of the Tang family, don't you want to talk like that." โ€

"I don't tell you." Tang Wan muttered, "But I don't believe that no one is doing anything about this, looking at this skillful process, it must be those old and self-righteous old fritters in the business world." โ€

"I also hired someone to investigate this matter, and the results should be a few days later, but I have to say hello to Yuliu Heyuan."

The authority of Shanghai Beijing University is there, and it can't be prevented that those reporters will think of other ways, such as betting on where she lives.

"Don't worry, the security there's only going to be much stricter than going to Kyoto University, but say hello first and let the other side pay attention."

After Wen Shu hung up the phone, he contacted the property of Yuliu Heyuan for the first time, and immediately said that he would patrol the surroundings after knowing it.

After doing all this, I found that some classmates in the class secretly looked at me and lowered their heads from time to time to say something.

As one of the highest universities in China, the quality of the students makes them not ask about all kinds of gossip with themselves.

On the other hand, Yuliu and Yuan, who received the news, immediately sent additional security guards to patrol the surroundings, and some reporters squatted on guard to deploy in advance to avoid the owner coming back and being blocked at the gate.

Sure enough, after turning around, I found that there were a few people holding cameras on the opposite side of the periphery, and they went to the coffee shop to wait after stepping on the spot.

There are reporters who charge into battle, and there are reporters who are willing to squat in the rear.

The scene of being blocked at school has been photographed and posted on the Internet.

Of course, keeping in mind that Wen Shu is not a public figure, he didn't shoot her face, only a back before being completely surrounded.

When Wen Shu was in class, this matter quickly became a hot search.

[These reporters really watched people cook, and when they saw that Wen Shu was still a student, they dared to run to the school gate to block people]

[It's so immoral, doesn't the show take the initiative to be investigated, and it's still chasing the boss of the investment company, just bullying the little girl]

[Some entertainment reporters should really be rectified, there are no documentary reports, but it is powerful to catch the wind and shadows, no wonder they can't become regular reporters]

[For a hot topic, they also spelled]

[Is this sure that Shu Yun will close the door in the future, so radical and blocking people, saying that no one instructed me to believe it]

Regarding the incident of students being blocked, Shanghai Beijing University immediately asked the security guards to pay attention to the surroundings recently to protect each student.

There are also journalism students on campus who are upset about Wen Shu, how can anyone be such a reporter.

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During recess, Wen Shu received the concern of her classmates, for which she was very grateful.

Before school, I specially ordered a lot of milk tea and invited my classmates to drink it, as well as the journalism students who spoke for her, all silently wrote down her name, and repaid this kindness when she had the opportunity in the future.

Carrying a bag of milk tea, Wen Shu didn't see the group of reporters at the school gate again.

"Uncle, drink some milk tea."

When the security uncle saw that it was her, he immediately came out of the security room with a smile, "What we should do, don't be so polite." โ€

Wen Shu: "I'm almost late, if that group of people surrounds me again, I don't know what will happen, and then I can feel uncomfortable when I post some news, I'll put the milk tea here, thank you, uncle, bye." โ€

She was quick-eyed, and Milk Tea raised her hand to the table at the door of the security room, and trotted to the parking lot.

"This kid ......"

A few security uncles are helpless, milk tea can't be wasted, drink it, it's also the baby's heart.

Wen Shu drove back to Yuliu Heyuan smoothly, as soon as her car appeared, someone wanted to rush over, but was immediately stopped by the security personnel here, and it seemed that the location was arranged early to intercept it.

Those reporters could only watch Wen Shu leave.

Just kidding, if the owner of the Yuliu Courtyard, one of the top ten mansions in Beijing, is stopped at the door by unknown people, the reputation will be lost.

When she returned home, Wen Shu began to look through the company in which she owned shares, and when the reporters poked the microphone over, she noticed the names on it, and according to these names, she looked up how they got investment.

Sure enough, she was turned over to a few, and as a major shareholder, she immediately called the company.

One of the major shareholders was chased by the entertainment gossip of its investment, and the company's directors felt a little congested.

Miyanagi Kazuen kept an eye on the reporters, preparing to continue a tough battle tomorrow, but the reporters suddenly hurried away, but the security side still did not let down their guard.

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Dark Horse Entertainment Weekly office location.

"Editor-in-chief, why do you call me back when you occupy a good position, tomorrow I will go out while that Wen Shu is comfortable, there will be many opportunities on the way." The male reporter looked impatient, and had promised the coffee shop that he would spend one night in the store, and the money was given, but he was found back by an emergency phone call.

The editor-in-chief sitting in the office chair had a cold face and casually threw away the paper ball that wiped his hands.

"If I don't call you back, we'll both have to roll up and leave."

The cold sentence made the male reporter stunned, "Editor-in-chief, the process of my interview is a little lively, but it won't be covered up." โ€

"Do you know who invested in our weekly?" The editor-in-chief didn't answer his doubts, "It's Heming Enterprise." โ€

How do male journalists know this, "And then? โ€

He knows that an entertainment weekly magazine has been established to gain a foothold in the circle, and it will not last long to rely on ordinary people's funding, and the revelations in entertainment will inevitably offend people, and it will go out of business soon without a backer.

Either they can't break the news and gossip and are abandoned by the masses.

Either offend people and be blocked and run.

It's not uncommon for their companies to be sheltered by big business investors.

"There is a major shareholder in Heming Enterprise, named Wen Shu." The editor-in-chief stared straight at him, "So you understand why you were called back?" โ€

The male reporter's heart jumped, mom, Wen Shu still has the shares of that kind of big company.

"Didn't she say that she was an orphan daughter to inherit the inheritance, why did she become the major shareholder of Heming?"

In his impression, Wen Shu is a rich man who has no money but no connections, so he is so famous that he wants to convert money into resources, and many weekly magazines think so, so they unscrupulously block interviews.

The editor-in-chief slapped the table heavily, "Don't inquire about other things, in short, don't touch anything related to her in the future, just follow the artists signed by her company normally, don't deliberately put smear material." โ€

The male reporter had to nod, and he still had palpitations when he left the editor-in-chief's office, that Wen Shu didn't see his face.

But such a big man won't have to worry about him as a working boy.

Distraught, he contacted other reporters after coming out, only to find that several of them had been ordered not to be involved in Wenshu again.

(End of chapter)