The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

When Wang Zichen walked to the box, he called An Ji and asked him to withdraw some money and come over with two confidentiality agreements, and then reported the address to him.

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and found Lan Xinhui who followed them into the box: "What are you doing here?" His tone was unceremonious and cold.

Lan Xinhui was taken aback by his suddenly cold words, and then replied: "I, I have something to tell you."

Wang Zichen didn't say anything, and ignored her, turned around and closed the door, and then walked into the box.

Seeing that he treated Lan Xinhui with such an attitude, not only Lan Xinhui was shocked, but the two reporters were also very surprised. They looked at each other and shook their heads, but they didn't understand.

Wang Zichen and Lan Xinhui kissed each other in the storage room before, why are they acting so cold now?Is this a smoke bomb they sprinkled?Are they deliberately acting in front of them?

"Please sit down." Wang Zichen signaled the two reporters to sit down on the couch in the box, but he himself did not sit down, but stood, looking down at them.

Lan Xinhui, who was completely ignored, sat down on a chair in the corner.

Wang Zichen still ignored Lan Xinhui, but said to the two reporters: "I have a meeting in half an hour, time is tight, so I won't go around in circles with you."

He asked bluntly: "Excuse me, if you publish what you saw before, how much will you get for the manuscript?"

"Eight thousand." Among them, the female reporter quoted the price first, while the male reporter said, "1 yuan."

so expensive?Lan Xinhui almost exclaimed, the average company in N City is only [-], and they only have that many manuscripts?But after thinking about it, she finally understood: this is not just the money for the manuscript, but also the hush money, hush money is always more expensive, right?

"Okay." Wang Zichen clearly knew that they were lions, but he still said flatly: "I will give you [-] each, and you can submit other manuscripts!"

"But," said the male reporter, "if it's not revealed, I will be fired."

"Yes!" The female reporter also echoed: "We can't lose our jobs for more than 1 yuan!"

"Then I'll give you 2 yuan each." Wang Zichen said, "I don't have the time or the mood to bargain with you now. [-] yuan will buy your silence on today's matter. If you refuse to cooperate, I will go directly to you The editor-in-chief to talk to... or directly to a lawyer."

Seeing his tough attitude, the two reporters looked at each other and agreed.

At this time An Ji also arrived, Wang Zichen signed the two agreements he brought with them, and then nodded to An Ji: "Twenty thousand for each person, give them now."

An Ji opened the briefcase, took out two stacks of money, and handed them to the two reporters.

Wang Zichen asked them to delete the photos, he glanced at the two reporters, then at Lan Xinhui, and said coldly: "I don't want to pursue today's matter... and the past, I will not pursue it for the time being .”

He paused, then changed to a more stern tone and warned: "However, please stop here! If similar things happen in the future, I will never be as easy-talking as I am today. At that time, I will compare today with the previous ones. Debt, get it back with interest!"

Lan Xinhui didn't notice that he glanced at her before saying these words, so she thought these words were just a warning to the two reporters.

When the two reporters heard these warning words, they were a little stunned, but they still nodded, got up and left.