To save the music festival, winning the championship is not too much.

As soon as Xu Xuan's words came out.

The reporters in the audience couldn't help but exclaimed in uproar.

Awesome, old thief!

We like this answer!

Right away people started wanting to ask questions.

Xu Xuan waved his hand to signal them to shut up.

Continue to question: "Did I say something wrong? Blocking my way? That road belongs to them?"

"Do you think that if you wear the armbands of the Charity Association, you are really an official? Don't you have to pay for killing them?"

Speaking of this, Xu Xuan looked at Gou Yunsheng: "According to your opinion, if you kill someone, you don't have to pay for it? Right?"

Gou Yunsheng was shocked, what do you mean by God?

The essence of this problem is that you have put a price tag on human life, right?

But Xu Xuan didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Also, I have stated before that the twenty-two trucks in front of me are all my personal supplies. Please listen carefully. They are my personal donations, not corporate. They are blocking my way and have to unload them. It’s good that I didn’t accuse them of robbing my supplies!”

Xu Xuan's face was full of disdain: "The lives of the firefighters ahead are in danger, let alone the idiots from the charity association blocking the road, even if the police block the road, I dare to break through!"

"Firefighters' lives are above all else, and human lives are above all else!"

Xu Xuan stared at the reporters with shocked faces and talked: "There is also a shooting incident!"

"Damn, I'm so angry when I talk about this." Xu Xuan sighed. He has seemed rude these past two days, but there is no other way. This is the only way to show that he is angry.

Xu Xuan said: "In the camp, a firefighter was seriously injured. He was hit by a cement board while trying to save a little girl, which caused a ruptured chest and fluid accumulation. He needed immediate surgery."

"My support supplies include a simple operating room, and the man named Yan wants me to take the supplies to the designated warehouse. Who is he?"

"Don't talk about him Yan Kun, the King of Heaven is here, I also want to save that firefighter! Those people are worth more than the lives of ten Yan Kuns!"

"That means guns are not allowed in the country. Otherwise, Yan Kun can still play in the detention center? Ha..."

"Don't talk to me about your qualities or the image of a public artist, it's all fucking nonsense! Are these more important than human life?"

"You can report whatever you want, but I will fight them to the end!"

"Yes, you all have a strong point in your heart. You know that these people are not easy to fight. There are also people among you who take advantage of them. It doesn't matter!"

“If we can’t win in the end, can I stop doing charity from now on?!”

"I personally donated 50 million yuan in supplies, and future actors donated more than 100 million yuan. I just want to send these supplies to the disaster area safely. What's wrong? Why should I pluck my hair?"

"You can hack me as you like, I don't care how big the other person's network is, just come!"

"As I said before, the worst possible outcome is that I will never do charity again!"

"OK?"

"Do you understand?!"

Xu Xuan swept around the reporters: "Do you have any more questions? Come together and see if I dare to answer you!"

Gou Yunsheng was about to refute Xu Xuan.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xuan pointed at him: "Shut up, you've said enough. I won't give it to you no matter how many women I have, what are you talking about?"

Everyone laughed, but they felt they shouldn't laugh.

It’s really Xu Xuan’s answer just now that was so exciting!

Immediately, a female reporter asked: "Excuse me, Mr. Xu, is it a rhetoric thought up by the public relations department to refute the other party?"

Xu Xuan smiled after hearing this: "I still use the public relations department to set it? If the public relations department of the Future Group can set it for me, then there won't be as many irritable news as I do. Your public relations department will set it up to drive a forklift. A luxury car that crushes the richest man’s brother?”

Everyone burst into laughter again!

Yes.

No artist’s packaging team would do this.

Even if he deliberately created a character, he wouldn't dare to be like Xu Xuan.

So it also proves that the public relations department of Future Group cannot control Xu Xuan at all!

"Mr. Xu! By saying this, are you threatening the public that if public opinion goes against you, you will stop doing charity?"

This question is sharp.

Xu Xuan looked at the female reporter, thought for a moment, and replied: "I don't want to threaten anyone, but no one can threaten me!"

"Netizens, netizens, and my fans can discuss this matter, but please don't go online. I will do whatever you ask me to do? Why? I also ask you to donate one yuan to me. As for money, my net worth will skyrocket by another $200 million!"

Journalists are really going crazy.

The old thief Xu Xuan is so irritable and domineering today!

But why is it a little relieved?

No!

Let the old thief talk about something more explosive.

There were reporters who wanted to ask questions, but Xu Xuan waved his hands and stared at the group of people: "Stop asking, is it not enough? Keep going, I dare you, do you dare to report? Come, sign the agreement, I will answer all your questions Question! Are you coming or not?"

All the reporters looked at each other!

I'll fuck your sister, old thief Xu Xuan!

How dare you say that? If you talk about some topics that are not allowed to be reported, such as canceling private charity associations, who would dare to report it?

Isn't this courting death?

So don’t mention it, some reporters are really starting to get scared.

It's quite funny.

For the first time, a reporter was afraid to speak when an artist criticized him.

In the past, reporters wished that every artist with traffic would make a big fuss about it. Now, they really want to say, you old thief, shut up!

If you don't ask for tidbits, we also have a hot topic, so we can run away...

After a while, the old thief Xu Xuan said something treacherous and treasonous. Did we hear it or not?

Then...

Some reporters started to sneak away, hurry up and write the article!

We all are not fools. We know that if we continue to ask, we will go out of our way. And it is obvious that we can't get any tidbits about Xu Xuan today, so why are we still here?

The earlier you send out the news, the more traffic you will get.

Instantly, the surrounding reporters began to turn around and leave, leaving only a few reporters who were slow to respond, including Gou Yunsheng.

Xu Xuan looked at him strangely: "What? Do you really want to gossip about how many women I have? I dare you to report it?"

Gou Yunsheng stared and wanted to say: If you dare to speak, I will report it.

But he suddenly remembered something. Xu Xuan and Du Nanyi were still entangled.

If the topic of Du Nanyi being Xu Xuan's mistress comes up, who can guarantee that she won't disappear out of thin air?

Also, it is said that this old thief is also related to the princess of Gaul.

Can this also be reported?

If you dare to report this kind of thing, people from the security department will probably knock on the door and check the water meter tomorrow...

Thinking about it this way, I really can’t continue asking any more questions!

Can't afford it!

Gou Yunsheng's face turned red from being suppressed.

When Xu Xuan saw the other party's expression, he sneered again and turned back to the car: "It's nothing."

But just as he lowered his head to get into the car, Xu Xuan suddenly turned around and shouted: "Don't even leave, I still have something to say."

The reporters who were leaving paused for a moment, stopped where they were, and turned around in unison. After a second, they turned around to leave...

I won’t listen, I won’t listen, this bastard is chanting sutras!

Seeing the crowd running away, Xu Xuan laughed angrily: "Fuck, this is a serious question!"

The reporters kept their feet on their feet and complained wildly in their hearts: Are you passing by?