Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

"..." Luo Shuwan was stunned by the question.

This issue is not part of the prejudgment.

For a moment, many answers flashed through my mind, but none of them could be answered.

Professor Wen stood up and walked to her side, stood next to her, and took the microphone in her hand.

"Journalists, this is my beloved disciple, Luo Shuwan, a rising star in the legal world."

"Yesterday, I took my beloved disciple to the court to attend the hearing. President Fu happened to talk to me about work matters, so he came to the court with us."

"I never expected that something like that would happen. Mr. Fu saved people out of kindness in his heart. If it had been anyone else, he would have rushed forward."

Some reporters' gossipy eyes were filled with obscenity, and they kept looking at her and Professor Wen, as if they were thinking of how to dig out some tidbits.

Professor Wen patted her shoulder and motioned for her to sit down.

Then Professor Wen also went back to sit down and said to the audience, "Let's continue."

Reporters rushed to ask questions.

Almost every problem cannot avoid "men and women", "master and apprentice", "supervisor and subordinate", "office romance"...

Listening to their messy gossip questions, Luo Shuwan had a strong impulse to slap them.

These people are simply an insult to the profession of "journalist"!

Professor Wen was smiling as usual, and the spring breeze was warm.

At this time, seeing such a gentle and steady smiling face makes me feel inexplicably at ease.

Towards the end of the press conference, a male reporter gloated and asked, "I heard that the hospital has issued a critical illness notice to Mr. Fu. When will the next CEO of Zhongcheng take office?"

This gimmicky question, coupled with his expression of not taking it too seriously, made Luo Shuwan instantly furious.

He slammed the table and stood up, pointed at the reporter, and said sternly, "Which media are you from?"

"As a reporter, you should be loyal to news events, insist on objective and fair reporting, and disseminate true and accurate information!"

"In order to gain attention and traffic, you can make up stories without any limits. Do you think it's too free outside?"

The unscrupulous reporter was silenced by her.

Luo Shuwan glanced at the reporters in the audience with cold and angry eyes, "Dear reporters, Mr. Fu is indeed injured, but he will be discharged from the hospital soon."

"You should have heard of Mr. Fu's style of conduct."

"Please put away your baseless speculations, don't spread rumors, don't believe rumors, don't spread rumors, and report based on the facts."

At this point, the question and answer session of the press conference has ended.

Luo Shuwan followed Professor Wen out of the venue, and the director of the public relations department was responsible for the final closing of the press conference.

After leaving the office building, Luo Shuwan asked with some guilt, "Professor Wen, was I too impulsive just now?"

Professor Wen said with a smile, "I feel very good."

"Being driven, courageous and principled is what you should be at your age."

"Really?" Luo Shuwan was a little surprised.

"As a teacher, can I still lie to you?"

"To tell you the truth, listening to their nonsense down there makes me want to curse them."

"But because I want to represent the company's image, I have to endure it."

"What you said just now not only vented your anger, but also shocked them. It's great!" Professor Wen gave a thumbs up with both hands.

Luo Shuwan was so pleased with the big boss's approval that he could hardly hold back his lips.

Professor Wen looked at her cute little expression and said, "Just laugh when you're happy, don't try your best to suppress it."

"In front of me, you can laugh wildly, cry loudly, or go crazy hysterically. I will accept whatever you look like."

Luo Shuwan was flattered and bowed respectfully, "Thank you Professor Wen for being so tolerant. I will let myself go in the future."

Professor Wen smiled fondly, nodded and said, "Fly, you can fly as high or as far as you want, I will guide you."

At this moment, an old man in a wheelchair came into view.

Luo Shuwan raised his eyes and met an old, resentful face with murderous intent.

Isn't this man... Shen Zhiyi's father?

Standing behind the wheelchair was a man in his early thirties whom he had seen once before in the hospital corridor. He was probably the housekeeper of the Shen family.

Why are they here?

Mr. Shen's gaze shifted to Professor Wen, and his old eyes were instantly filled with tears, "Professor Wen! Please save my daughter!"

Professor Wen was slightly startled, "Uncle Shen, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Shen wiped away his tears and said, "Yi'er and her mother were kidnapped, and her mother's hands and feet were all... chopped off."

"???!!" Luo Shuwan couldn't believe his ears.

Did you hear it wrong just now?

Mr. Shen continued, "The kidnappers demand a ransom of 20 billion, and we have a deadline of one week to collect it!"

"Two billion in cash, I can only ask Mr. Fu for help, but Mr. Fu is unconscious, so I can only come to you."

Luo Shuwan questioned, "Who told you that Mr. Fu is still unconscious?"

Mr. Shen was startled, glanced at her sideways, and continued to look at Professor Wen and said, "I just watched the live broadcast of the press conference. It said that you are now acting as president. Can you help me raise the ransom?"

Professor Wen Heyue's face turned cold. "Mr. Shen, I must correct you. The 'acting president's powers' are purely made up by reporters. As a partner of Zhongcheng, you also spread the rumors. It is really outrageous."

"As for the ransom you mentioned, Zhongcheng really deserves it."

"However, your daughter's kidnapping is just Mr. Fu's family matter for Zhongcheng. It is not easy to get money from the company's account."

"I can't do what you asked me to do, I'm sorry."

"Professor Wen, please help me to be accommodating, even if it's Wanlong's debt!" Mr. Shen burst into tears and was about to kneel down.

Professor Wen was unmoved, took Luo Shu to the car at night, started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

At this moment, Luo Shuwan felt what Professor Wen said: Let your kindness grow thorns!

In the hospital ward.

Nan Xiao stared at the mini injection in his hand in a daze.

The nurse was lying on the sofa, playing a game, "When are you going to give him this medicine?"

Nan Xiao had a look of despair on his face, staring blankly at one spot, "For three days after the operation, we will continue to do routine blood tests every day. After three days, we will find an opportunity to start."

The nurse glanced at the injection in her hand and asked, "What does that medicine do?"

Nan Xiao sighed slightly, "The newly developed psychotropic drugs are addictive and hallucinogenic, which will worsen his mania, aggravate his mental illness, and even damage his heart."

The nurse chuckled, "Does Mr. K like to play like this?"

Nan Xiao whispered, "I heard from Brother Six that Mr. K's mother seemed to have been tortured to death in this way."

The nurse suddenly became interested and sat up, "Could it be that Mr. K is taking revenge on Mr. Fu for killing his mother?"