Chapter 92 The Second Fire

The young reporter who didn't know why didn't feel embarrassed, and asked like a colleague who pressed the shutter next to him, "Dude, who is that handsome Asian guy? Is he famous?"

The colleague was taken aback for a moment, and the movements of his hands did not stop. He curled his lips and said, "I don't know him either."

Nian asked the reporter to be dumbfounded, "Then you just yelled for so long."

The peers sneered, "The people in front of you are already there, you have to keep up, young people are just getting into the industry."

A big-brother reporter in front with his hair back looked very professional, but he couldn't take a look and turned around to educate him, "Don't you usually pay attention to current affairs? The Chinese is named Jason Yang, who is Miranda Kerr's boyfriend. His family wealth exceeds Ten billion dollars, he is the sole heir."

"So awesome?" The young reporter exclaimed.

"Hmph, that is, I don't know why he appeared at the press conference of the Forum Publishing Company. Could it be an acquisition?" The old reporter snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Yang Cheng and muttered suspiciously.

On the stage, Eddie and Ruiz sat in turn, and Yang Cheng was in the middle, which is the C position as the celebrity group said.

Eddie was the host, and he patted the microphone to test the sound. Looking at the reporters Wuyang Wuyang, he couldn't help feeling overwhelmed. He cleared his throat and said, "Thank you very much for coming, everyone from the media. I came here to share a happy event. Just half a month ago, Mr. Yang fully acquired the Tribune Publishing Company, which had been in bankruptcy trusteeship, at a price of US$100 million plus all debts.”

The press booth was in an uproar.

He paused, let his eyes get used to the flashing lights flying like snowflakes, and continued, "That is to say, the newspaper group, which was founded in 1847 and has a history of more than a hundred years, has experienced the pain of the Great Depression several times. A new owner, Mr. Jason Yang, the founder and chairman of 4D Space Investment Company, and the company officially changed its name to American Forum Company.”

Looking at the noisy and noisy scene with a smile, Eddie turned his head and glanced at the big boss, "Next, let us welcome Mr. Yang, the major shareholder of Forum Company, and give us a speech, please."

After speaking, he took the lead in applauding. He didn't want to see the boss being silent when he was speaking.

Yang Cheng leaned forward, approached the microphone, and narrowed his eyes slightly. He was really inexperienced. He should wear sunglasses. He was almost blinded by the flash just now.

Under the searching gaze of dozens of hundreds of pairs of eyes in the audience, Yang Cheng had a surprisingly peaceful mind, and spoke in the most beautiful and charming voice,

"Hi everyone, I'm Jason Yang. First of all, on behalf of the 6,000 employees of the forum company, I welcome all friends again. I know that you have countless questions in your mind and want to ask me. Don't worry, I chose to be at our company headquarters today. The purpose of the press conference in the building is to give you enough time to satisfy your curiosity, and I don’t have to worry about being fined because the venue is overtime. You also know that I am still carrying more than one billion dollars in debt, so I can save as much as I can. "

Yang Cheng's humorous opening remarks and self-revealing short words immediately won the favor of the reporters. The reporters like this kind of interviewee who is willing to cooperate. If the mouth is bigger and more poisonous, it will be perfect.

After the reporters chuckled, Yang Cheng went on to say, "I think all the elites in the industry know about the glorious history of the forum company, so I won't go into details. What I want to say is that in the paper media Today, when I am in decline, I resolutely enter this field that is doomed to lose money in the eyes of everyone, not because of my head, but after careful consideration.”

The audience was lively, the sound of discussions, shutters and typing on the keyboard mixed together, and the scene was chaotic.

Pause for a while, give the reporters time to record, and then he said, "In today's era of fast consumption on the Internet, many people habitually forget what happened yesterday, and are more willing to look forward.

Like what to eat tomorrow? How much money will you make tomorrow? Or spend a night of passion with which beauty or handsome guy tomorrow. . . "

"Haha..." The reporters laughed together, and the atmosphere was good.

"But I want to remind people that the past should not be forgotten. It is the newspaper that carries the heavy history and carries forward the times. We cannot forget the past because of the emergence of new technologies. Just like you have a new partner, but will Throwing all the beauty of your ex into the trash can does not prove how dedicated you are, but it shows that you are a ruthless person. This society is already cold enough, should we also become cold-blooded? How is that different from animals?"

"In Xiangjiang, the old people there still maintain the habit of reading newspapers and drinking morning tea; the British royal family must read a newspaper during tea time..."

Yang Cheng's words were deafening, and the reporters couldn't help but fell into Yang Cheng's rhythm, stopped their movements, and thought about the deep meaning of the words.

Looking at the confused reporters, Yang Cheng almost couldn't hold back his laughter. His words were full of fart and had no nutrition at all, but no one could refute them, because he occupied the moral high ground and made the newspaper's status It has risen to a historical high, and whoever dares to say something wrong with the newspaper will definitely attract a group of old people who used to work in the paper media.

Then why bother?

Pretending to be a pure, simple and authentic pretense.

Because he is of Chinese descent, he is still young, and he has a history of depravity, all of these will be the points of attack he needs to withstand when exposed to flashing lights.

So he had to put on protective clothing for himself, wrapping himself up as a young man with ideals and thoughts who couldn't bear to see the decline of paper media and struggled to protect traditional culture.

"I've talked too much. Now if you have any questions, you can raise your hands and ask them. I will try my best to answer them." As soon as Yang Cheng finished speaking, the audience excitedly raised their hands.

The hall is not very big, as long as you speak loudly, you can hear clearly, so there is no microphone prepared, and Eddie will ask someone directly to ask questions.

As usual, the first question is reserved for his own reporter. Sure enough, Eddie pointed to a young girl with short hair, and she smiled slightly, "Miss."

"Hello, Mr. Yang, I'm a reporter from the Los Angeles Times in New York. May I ask if your relationship with Miss Miranda Kerr is real? Do you plan to get married?"

All the fellow journalists turned their heads almost at the same time, and they all used a kind of "You don't want to die?" Or your absurd eyes like how brave you are, looking at this female reporter who claims to be from the Los Angeles Times, this is the first time your big boss has appeared, and you are a rookie who hit the nail on the head with the first question, MD, play Is it that big?

Yang Cheng didn't panic, it was all arranged in advance, the purpose was to prevent reporters from other companies from continuing to entangle Yang Cheng's relationship problems, and also to prepare for the hype of romance to maintain the popularity of the forum company.

This is the time to test his acting skills. Yang Cheng approached the microphone, put on an unexpected expression, looked at his female reporter with a weird expression and chuckled, "Are you sure you are a reporter from the Los Angeles Times? Are you not a spy sent by another media?"

"Ha ha..."

Yang Cheng's rhetorical question caught the reporters' laughs. While laughing, she still picked up the camera to take pictures of the female reporter. This shit is the real-life version of the domineering president who clashed with Cinderella.