Nian Fan

It has been a long time since I faced short shots from the reporters. Chen Yifan never imagined that he would eat an extra breakfast like Liu Nian back then. Makeup, down to every strand of hair.

The heights are extremely cold, and the ancients were sincere and never deceived themselves.

The flashlight, which she hadn't seen for a long time, relentlessly shone on Chen Yifan's exquisitely dressed face, and she felt dizzy, almost blinded by the flash.

After pinching his palm, Chen Yifan regained his composure, took two deep breaths, and walked towards the small podium that he had not seen for a long time but was still familiar with.

Five years ago, this was still Mei Daoyuan's world. She and Liu Nian stood obediently behind, without worrying about anything, and even dared to make faces at each other on the smooth ground.

Half a year ago, Mingde was still a prosperous empire. She and Liu Nian stood here side by side, looking at each other with a smile, like a fairy couple that everyone envied.

But now on the huge stage, there is only her alone left.

Chen Yifan had just stood still, and before he had time to pick up the microphone and put on a professional smile, the reporters had already started a frenzied attack——

"Mr. Chen, some time ago, someone photographed you suffering from mental disorder, depression, illness, and even suicide many times. Is it true?"

"May I ask why Mr. Mei Daoyuan left the mountain and retired?"

"May I ask where Mr. Liu went? Did you break up?"

"May I ask what happened five years ago?"

"May I ask if your current actions are like destroying Mingde and then committing suicide?"

How cruel, these people obviously have no grievances against her, yet they wish to stab her in the heart to dig out the truth they want.

Chen Yifan blinked, and smiled very calmly, "Isn't this the press conference of Mingde's new project? Why are you asking some inexplicable and irrelevant questions like gossip reporters?"

Someone objected, "Every move of yours involves the entire group, so it can't be considered irrelevant?"

Chen Yifan laughed again, "I hope you understand that what you have bought and traded in the past or in the future is Mingde Real Estate, not Mei's back garden or Liu Nian and Chen Yifan's small shop."

Chen Yifan was very familiar with the solution method of Taiji Pushing Hands, and sure enough, the reporters below understood it and burst out laughing.

Finally someone asked a serious question, "May I ask what is Mingde Group's next plan?"

Chen Yifan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled a little more comfortably, "Everyone knows that the utopia project is the core of Mingde. Although it has been delayed for a long time for some reasons, as long as Mingde is alive, he will not give up on this ideal. This is also your Always curious, I will choose the reason for returning."

Not daring to pause too much, Chen Yifan went on to explain, "Utopia, to be precise, is not Mingde's utopia, but a utopia that belongs to all people with dreams in this city. We welcome all people with ideals to join us and live together A perfect little world is constructed on this land."

The people below started talking again——

"You mean, are you planning to launch crowdfunding?"

"I heard that this idea was proposed by Mr. Mei. Will Mr. Mei return to Mingde Group?"

"Is President Liu Nian still supporting the Utopia project?"

"Is it true that the rumors that the Mingde Group has no money left?"

"Excuse me……"

Chen Yifan suddenly felt a splitting headache, and she finally understood why Liu Nian always clenched his fists every time he stood here and dealt with the reporters.

A clear male voice suddenly rang out, "I can also answer some questions!"

The reporters looked back with their cameras, and Chen Yifan looked back as if looking at a savior, only to see a tall and handsome man striding towards here.

The wind blows his fur coat and hair, and the smile on his face is confident and determined.

Chen Yifan's face changed drastically in an instant, and he couldn't even maintain a smile.

Liu Qingyang, how could it be you? !