Passionate to know

But one day, the newspapers and TVs were full of stories about Jiang Yuyuan's plagiarism and harm.Naturally, the reporter can exaggerate the narrative as much as he can, adding fuel and vinegar irresponsibly.

All of a sudden, the city was full of wind and rain.Of course, Yu Jing was the first to bear the brunt of this mess.

When Song Zhiyang arrived at the company, the contracts for returns and refunds were already piled up on the table, and the landline never stopped beeping. You can imagine how far the stock can fall without turning on the computer.

All the executives gathered in the president's office, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot, waiting for Song Zhiyang's orders.

This is probably Yujing's biggest public relations crisis in history.

"President, it is estimated that hundreds of millions have been evaporated...It is hard to imagine not doing anything."

"What the public relations department means is to buy out several big media first, let them speak for us, and then slowly reverse the public impression."

"Previously, designer An's works were plagiarized by Hualing, and now we can make a fuss about them..."

"To shut up!"

Song Zhiyang snarled, raised his hand and dropped the cup on the table. The crisp cracking sound stopped these people's unscrupulous thoughts.

Song Zhiyang could not help but feel a little sour when he saw these pious people talking about those low-level tricks as a matter of course.

Are they wrong?For a long time, they have been used to evading responsibility. In fact, not only them, but all people do this. In the face of huge interests, a little ugly humanity is nothing.

Song Zhiyang couldn't help thinking that An Zhi had been watching these shameless acts coldly as a bystander all along.In An Zhi's eyes, he probably has dirty hands too.

So he sank his face: "Isn't this somersault hard enough, huh? After doing something that harms others and benefits oneself, you still have to argue and flaunt your own morality. You have to take up your face and reputation, but you have to splash dirty water on it." Back to others, when did you self-proclaimed artists hide adultery in your hearts to such an extent! Don't you feel disgusted?"

The people in the room blushed from being scolded, and lowered their heads, as if they had been slapped several times in a row.To be slapped in such a naked way is like being ripped open, exposing all the bad water in the belly, which makes people extremely ashamed.

Song Zhiyang glanced around, stood up and said slowly: "I don't know if an apology is useful, I just know that if you know your mistakes and don't correct them, you will eventually be blamed. The mistakes we made 11 years ago, don't make them again in the future .”

Looking at the documents on the table, his eyes were fixed: "Continue to inform, all cooperation contracts related to Fanling will be withdrawn, those that should be revoked will be revoked, and those that should be compensated will be compensated. The public relations department will also issue a statement immediately."

"My request is only one, regardless of the cost, open and honest."

……

When Song Zhiyang returned to Songyuan, he was greeted by a newspaper, which slapped him directly on the face and made a loud sound.Before the newspaper hit the ground, Jiang Yuyuan's sharp roar was heard.

"What are you doing? Do you know what those unscrupulous reporters will write about me? They will criticize me and treat me as a street mouse. You are going to hit me in the face!"

Song Zhiyang looked at Jiang Yuyuan. After one night, she seemed to have grown a lot of hair, and even her well-maintained skin became full of fine lines. She stood barefoot in the living room, full of anger, not at all like before. That elegant and calm posture shows that the blow that An Zhi brought to her is really not to be underestimated.

"Also, what about Fanling? Who allowed you to give Fanling to him?! It belongs to me, and it also has 11 years of hard work! He... that An Zhi... that kid just talks about these empty words, you Give her up? Have you considered my feelings!"

"Mom," Song Zhiyang looked at her with some disappointment, "You can still stand here and criticize me, but An Zhi, he doesn't even have such a chance."

Jiang Yuyuan's figure flickered, almost unable to stand still.An Zhi, really, these two names are like a curse, with poisonous magic power, constantly stirring in her life.Her face was livid, and she couldn't even catch her breath.

"You...do you even blame me? I am your mother, and he is just an outsider!"

"I'm only on the side of the truth, let alone..." Song Zhiyang hesitated to speak, thought for a while, and said in a firm and powerful voice: "He is not an outsider, he is my lover."

For a moment, it was as if time was frozen.

Jiang Yuyuan only felt that there was something wrong with his ears, his back stiffened suddenly, and his eyes widened: "Can you tell me again?"

Song Zhiyang repeated it again, still full of confidence, firm and unrepentant.

"I love him, I love Anzhi."

"Snapped!"

A loud slap slapped Song Zhiyang's face. It could be seen that Jiang Yuyuan didn't have the slightest bit of strength to give up. At that time, he left a clear five-fingerprint on his face. He even turned his head to one side, and the corner of his mouth was bloodshot. .

Jiang Yuyuan's face was like a pig's liver, and he was trembling with anger. Even his eyes seemed to protrude. He pointed at Song Zhiyang with a trembling hand, opened his mouth several times, and was too angry to speak.

Song Zhiyang could only bite the bullet and finish what he said in his heart: "Mom, you can't be obsessed with it any longer. I won't let you go, and I won't hurt him."

It was dead silence again.

Jiang Yuyuan seemed to have been pressed a switch called sluggishness, and looked at Song Zhiyang in a daze. As he watched, tears welled up. Before Song Zhiyang could react, Jiang Yuyuan suddenly Holding his heart in his hands, his complexion changed, his facial features were all twisted together, he groaned, closed his eyes and fell down softly.

……

When Tang Ling rushed to the hospital, Song Zhiyang was sitting in front of the ward, holding his forehead with both hands.She hesitated, because in her memory, she had never seen such a decadent and tired Song Zhiyang.

She sat down beside Song Zhiyang, and put her hand on his shoulder lightly: "How is Aunt Jiang?"

Song Zhiyang raised his eyes, his eyes were black and blue, and Tang Ling felt distressed when he saw it: "Coronary heart disease, I am undergoing surgery now."

"Aunt Jiang, have you been sick for a long time?"

"Well, she never said it."

Tang Ling hurriedly said, "Ah Yang, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

Song Zhiyang shook his head stiffly, "...I'm really a worthless son, and I want her to be so mad at me that I'm hospitalized."

Tang Ling's breath stagnates: "Are you really telling Auntie...you and Anzhi..."

Song Zhiyang rubbed his brows, and responded in a low voice: "En."

"You!" Tang Ling exclaimed, and suddenly remembered that this was a hospital, so she could only lower her voice and growl: "What are you thinking? How can you say such a thing at this time! Aunt Jiang must hate An Zhi to death now , why are you rushing to add fire at this time?"

Song Zhiyang smiled bitterly: "This is indeed the worst opportunity, but this is also the most suitable time."

"But what can you do if you say it? Aunt Jiang is impossible to accept, let alone that person is An Zhi! Even if she nodded, what about An Zhi? If he was half relieved of what happened back then, he wouldn't be so decisive." .”

Song Zhiyang looked at Tang Ling, the pain in his eyes was like ink falling in a glass of clear water, invisible but filled every corner: "I will tell her sooner or later."

Tang Ling's pupils closed sharply, and she stammered, "You...you don't know, don't you give up on An Zhi?"

Song Zhiyang didn't speak, Tang Ling saw his appearance of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, annoyed and anxious: "Song Zhiyang! You should be more sober! An Zhi is plotting against you, why should you take it for yourself? humiliation?"

"He said that he won't give up halfway." Song Zhiyang looked far and long, "I won't either. Besides, we owe him what we owe him."

Tang Ling understood that this was a knot that couldn't be untied.Sure enough, Song Zhiyang was still the person she knew, he was firm in what he believed to be right, and would never be disturbed by others.

If it was someone else, Tang Ling would probably have slapped him, but Song Zhiyang...she had no choice but to accept her fate.

"Ayang, do what you want, Xiao Yu and I will help you at the company."

Song Zhiyang showed an unspeakable but very gratified smile, "Tang Ling, don't think of me too weakly, I won't fall until I finish what I want to do." He stood up, tall and The body is still generous and reliable, and even if some feeling of loneliness can be seen, it is also a stubbornness that cannot be defeated.

Tang Ling felt a lump in her throat: "Ah Yang..."

"I feel that there is a cliff in front of me, an abyss, but my eyes only want to see the scenery I want to see, and then I approach the dead end step by step soberly and rationally."

"Can't you go back?"

"No."

"Is it a dead end?"

"probably."

"Then how about putting it to death and rebirth?"

"It's self-deception to talk about the younger generation... For me, I can either have a good death, or I will be smashed to pieces."