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Chapter 855: 742
Apart from this woman.
There were quite a few others who were stopped as well.
Some were near, others far, but all were kept at a distance of no less than five meters.
These were all tall and burly bodyguards, and Tang Qing brought no small number—over twenty in total, more than the journalists who had received the news, a complete show of brute force interception.
The entertainment reporter, Rong Ying, was inconsolable; she was new to the industry, had thought she could at least snap a photo or get a couple of sentences in an interview, but to her surprise, she had barely taken two steps before she was blocked by an impenetrable wall.
Ten meters away still.
You just stopped me.
That’s not playing by the rules at all.
"Big brother, could you please let me through?" Seeing that several of her peers were getting the same treatment, she pleaded a bit.
The fighter said coldly, "Sorry, your actions have interfered with my protection target. Please maintain a safe distance and cooperate with our work; thank you. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience caused."
"Your face is full of malice, okay? Apologize? Where is it? I can’t see it at all." Rong Ying fumed inwardly and tried to push forward, but was unfortunately stopped again, angrily she said, "I’ll call out if you don’t let me go."
No sooner had she finished.
Than other journalists began to shout.
"Let me go, this is illegal detention; I have the right to interview, this is a public place, you cannot stop me, let me go or I will call the police, you..."
Zheng Lin was watching Tang Qing.
He really hadn’t expected this turn of events.
"No choice, they’re a bit annoying; I could only do this," Tang Qing said, spreading his hands to show his innocence, then continued, "Let’s go, we’ll leave first, and my people will release them."
Looking at the somewhat noisy airport.
Uranus felt it was better to leave quickly. Often, such things were intentionally leaked by the celebrities themselves to increase their exposure, which is the foundation of a celebrity’s fame.
However, Uranus no longer needed such tactics; probably other celebrities attending the annual meeting had let the information slip.
In any case, it was not important.
Seeing Uranus and his party leave,
The entertainment journalists wanted to follow, but they couldn’t break through the wall of bodyguards.
It was only after Tang Qing and his group got in their vehicles and left that the fighters lifted the restrictions on the entertainment journalists’ freedom. They rushed out only to find that they had missed everything, let alone follow them to find where they lived.
"Bastards, it’s all because of these people, it’s too much."
"Exactly."
"Should we call the police?"
"They didn’t hit us."
"But, what do we do now? It looks like they haven’t left yet, still inside the airport."
"Surely not all the celebrities will prevent us from interviewing them."
"Don’t talk like that, we’re closer this time."
"Good idea."
...
Half an hour later.
Tang Qing and Zheng Lin came back here again.
The entertainment journalists also spotted the two who had just escorted Uranus away.
Seeing the two arrive,
They angrily stared at Tang Qing and Zheng Lin, as if they wanted to devour them, sending fiery glares their way, and complained in their hearts: Hmph, if it weren’t for those dozen burly men in black behind you looking a bit intimidating, I would’ve definitely gone up there to have a word.
"What should we do? These guys hate us now." Zheng Lin chuckled, not really fazed as journalists were trivial to him; he wasn’t in the business.
"No big deal, they might like us later," Tang Qing said with a smile.
"Oh? Why do you say that?" Zheng Lin asked, curious.
"Heh."
Tang Qing did not explain.
Immediately after,
the second guest invited by Zheng Lin arrived; the first two were the biggest stars, the rest Tang Qing and Zheng Lin didn’t need to fetch themselves, because the rest were just top-tier celebrities or even some Zheng Lin didn’t recognize, invited by Uranus and his wife.
This time,
The journalists were stopped once more.
For the second time.
This time they got smarter, staying closer, but sadly, they were directly pushed back five or six meters; no one has arms long enough to interview from that distance.
They wanted to call the police.
However, the airport police didn’t seem interested in dealing with the situation, as long as there wasn’t any personal injury, it was a civil issue. They really didn’t want to help the entertainment reporters—it was thankless and exhausting work.
The third time.
The fourth time.
The journalists were stopped again.
Rong Ying was going crazy. She hadn’t managed to interview anyone today, and she had wanted to argue with those two young people later, but they didn’t show up anymore. How infuriating is that, "Who exactly are you, and what do you want to do? Do you believe I’ll sue you?"
"Alright, this is the last time," the bodyguard said indifferently.
"..."
The last time?
Rong Ying wanted to hit someone.
Everyone had left, what’s the point of an interview now? She thought that tomorrow’s entertainment headlines could be about this unfair treatment. It seemed... it might not be a bad idea, actually. The key issue is who they are—they still hadn’t figured out the celebrities’ intentions.
As Rong Ying’s face changed from cloudy to sunny.
The bodyguard spoke up, "Regarding the incident just now, we would like to apologize, but it is our duty. We don’t want you to affect their mood before the performance. However, as compensation, we can allow you to enter their performance venue."
"What? Really?"
Rong Ying perked up.
Could there be such a good deal?
"Yes, this way please. We have already arranged transportation, but regarding the content of the coverage, I hope you will follow the rules and not harass our esteemed guests. We will also have the manager help you apply for an opportunity to interview the celebrities after the performance," the bodyguard said.
"Fine, I’ll go, just hurry and take me there," Rong Ying said impatiently.
Her earlier frustrations vanished in an instant.
Suddenly, the guy in front of her didn’t seem so annoying anymore.
With that,
the entertainment reporters happily got into the vehicles arranged by Sky Eye, and while they were at it, they called their bosses to report back on the progress. Although they hadn’t figured out where the celebrities had gone yet, they would know soon enough.
The car arrived at the gymnasium.
At that time,
it was already evening.
The sun was about to set.
The annual meeting was going to start in half an hour.
As soon as they got out of the car,
the journalists saw a huge banner unfurled at the entrance on both sides.
"Yang Fan, set sail."
The four powerful characters hung in the middle, followed by several familiar corporate logos, which looked a bit odd. They were puzzled, but still took pictures as material.
All kinds of vehicles filled the previous sports field at the entrance.
Nearby, there were about a dozen bodyguards standing at the entrance, examining the passing people and vehicles. Outside the gymnasium, they also saw many curious masses waiting, wondering what they were watching. They surely weren’t there just to listen to music, were they?
Rong Ying got out of the car.
She hadn’t even entered the conference hall yet,
when she heard the loud and bustling noise inside.
Following the leading bodyguard, she entered through the entrance.
The scene before them surprised the journalists somewhat—right in the middle of the sports field, a huge performance stage had been erected, and the staff were making final adjustments.
Guests were arriving continuously in the arena.
"This way, please."
The bodyguard led Rong Ying and her companions to a corner of the audience seats. It wasn’t the best location, but being there was enough—what more could they want? No, wait, they suddenly noticed their ’colleagues’ with cameras not far away.
"Is this going to be a live broadcast or something?" Rong Ying asked curiously.
"They are journalists from Qingyan City TV Station. There won’t be a live broadcast. They will only edit and broadcast it later on the Qingyan City news channel," the bodyguard explained. The editing target was simple—it was the footage related to Tang Qing.
"Oh."
"Please don’t wander around taking pictures and cooperate with us. Otherwise, we will have to take measures and ask you to leave," the bodyguard cautioned.
"Okay."
Rong Ying and the journalists settled down.
They began to carefully study the details of the entire gymnasium.
It was only then
that they confirmed this was the annual meeting of a company—oh no, of several companies.
