Liu Jianshe was very punctual. At about 10 o'clock, he took the first-level staff of the First Department Store and slowly stepped onto the stage.

Beside him, a girl was wearing a fiery red short jacket, a white pullover lined with ink and blue jeans underneath, and her hair was dyed light brown and tied fluffy behind her head.

The camera closer, the girl is very beautiful, with bright eyes and good looks, with a cherry mouth, a slight smile, and two shallow dimples. The crowd below made a commotion, whispering and talking, and the girl is Liu Jian's little lover in the photo, the big girl**.

The staff brought a small stool, and the girl sat behind Liu Jianshe, boredly fiddling with her fingers and nailed her. Her index fingers were red, and the rest were black and white, which made her fingers look slender and fair.

After the staff at ** level sat down, Liu Jianshe took the microphone and said, "Thank you all the media colleagues for supporting you, and thank you for participating in this celebration. First, accept questions from reporters. As long as I don't go to the toilet several times a day, I can ask questions."

There was a burst of laughter from below. A male reporter asked the first question with a microphone, and asked very sharply when he came up.

"Mr. Liu, what do you think about the Miao Yi case?"

"Miao Yi has always wanted to acquire 100 yuan, and the bid is very low, which makes me very disgusted. However, I feel very sorry for her fall. In my youth, she is as beautiful as a flower. The perpetrator is destined to be punished. Regarding this case, my personal opinion is definitely not simply driving a car to kill people. There must be more ugly forces and characters behind it. After all, she is not an ordinary person, rich and powerful, and the number of fans is three hundred times that of mine. I feel ashamed of myself!" Liu Jianshe said.

"Can you talk about the specific intention acquisition process?" the reporter asked.

"You can find out from the relevant departments. I can only tell you that for the sake of tens of thousands of employees, I will do my best to strive for the greatest benefit for them."

"Mr. Liu, what is your relationship with the judge?" A female reporter squeezed forward and asked.

"Stop mentioning it, it hurts self-esteem. Everyone says that he and I are brothers, and they say so, and even I believe it. So, this morning, I called him to invite him to participate in the event, but he cherished his feathers so he directly rejected me. It is understood that this judge is so handsome. I think that few men are willing to date him and walk together, that is to bring shame on themselves!" Liu Jianshe shook his head.

Fang Chaoyang was amused by watching the live broadcast. Liu Jianshe spoke easily and humorously, with many online languages, which were very close to the times.

"Mr. Liu, please give me a positive answer. Are you brothers?" The female reporter insisted on digging out a big news.

"Your understanding is something I just said very clearly. People don't want to pay attention to me, so why bother brothers? Besides, I am fifty-one today, he is only twenty-eight years old, and there is obviously a generation gap. However, I really want to make friends with him. On weekdays, I also like to be artful, read Tang poetry and write calligraphy, but this judge is a master of calligraphy, especially the most difficult Han Li in calligraphy, and is a talented man." Liu Jianshe said.

Fang Chaoyang didn't know how to evaluate Liu Jianshe for a while. This was a man of roughness and fineness. He took this opportunity to advertise himself.

It is also considered to be a good intention. One day in the future, I have dinner together. With this premise of calligraphy communication, others will not be able to find fault.

At this time, a capable female reporter with short hair with ears came to the front. Seeing that she was in her early twenties, she first introduced herself, "Hello Mr. Liu, I am Mu Qing, a reporter from Qiusuobao. For this interview, I came last night."

"I know, you have interviewed many employees of the company, thank you for your hard work." He was kind-hearted, but a hint of displeasure flashed across Liu Jianshe's face.

The name Mu Qing sounded familiar, but Fang Chaoyang still remembered it. He was the female reporter who had been interviewed by phone. He was a difficult character.

"Who is the girl beside you? What is her relationship with you and the magistrate?" Mu Qing indeed asked the most acute question.

This is what everyone wants to know, and the field became quiet for a while.

"Xiao Mo, please answer!" Liu Jianshe handed over the microphone.

The girl stood up and saw the scene without any panic. She smiled and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Wan Zimo. I have been studying abroad since high school and don't often return to China. This is my old lover. Haha, I spend his money and sleep in his bed. I also like to pester him to accompany me. I often make his wife angry and die. I don't know why, but I always feel at ease. As for the magistrate, I really want to get to know him and find opportunities in the future!"

It was so straightforward that everyone present was confused and booed, and I had never seen a girl with such a thick-skinned face.

Mu Qing was also stunned, paused for half a minute before asking, "Miss Wan Zimo, do you think this kind of thing is glorious?"

"It's not glorious. I should learn to support myself, but there is no way. Who told him to be my dad, not my godfather, but my real dad. I won't lose money for me. I'll still expect me to retire in the future." Wan Zimo shrugged indifferently.

The rumors were self-defeating. It turned out that they were father-daughter. Even if they held their arms on the street, they had some intimate actions. However, these rumor-makers who made trouble were slapped hard this time.

If she can't see Mu Qing's face clearly, she must be very embarrassed. As a media person, she should investigate many hot news in advance, rather than just guessing.

"I don't understand why you father and daughter are not the same surname?" Mu Qing asked.

"My dad, don't be yelling outside, it's actually a wife who is in charge of the stern. I've been following the surname ** since I was a child. He probably wants a son, so it doesn't matter what surname his daughter takes. Unfortunately, he has no fate and is very lucky." Wan Zimo giggled.

"Xiao Mo, what are you talking nonsense?" Liu Jianshe glared at his daughter.

"Okay, I won't say anything, I'll give you the microphone." Wan Zimo handed the microphone to his father Liu Jianshe, got up and handed the small stool to the staff, and left early.

"Mr. Liu, I'm sorry to you, we shouldn't make subjective guesses." Mu Qing apologized embarrassedly.

"Forget it, I originally wanted to curse myself. I could insult me, but I can't insult my baby daughter. This is a challenge to my father's bottom line. Last time I posted a video, I said something that shouldn't be said. I was criticized by my leader because I was excited about it. I corrected it this time and became a civilized person. In order to refute the rumors, I had to call my daughter back from abroad who was in school. Not only did I delay my studies, but I also had a lot of money for air tickets. I could only pay out of my own pocket and had no place to deal with it."
Chapter completed!