With Lu Xiaobu’s current reputation, holding a press conference was a piece of cake.
Even if he specifically asked certain reporters to co.
Those reporters, knowing full well that Xiaobu might give them a hard ti, didn’t dare not to show up.
The location of the press conference was not set at Lu Group’s building but rather in an office building.
"Where exactly is it?"
The reporters got out of their cars, standing by the roadside, looking around at several office buildings in confusion.
Liang Lan had not inford them of the exact location, just told them to wait here and soone would co to pick them up.
"This Xiaobu really puts on airs."
Su Feng muttered with dissatisfaction on his face: "He invited us to cover his news, and now he’s actually making us wait so long."
This Su Feng was the sa guy who was scolded by the Wen Family Hall and Xiaobu at the summit.
He was the main subject of attention this ti.
"Alright, keep it down," another reporter who knew him said: "Don’t you know Xiaobu’s temper? Could you really handle it if he truly started to deal with you?"
"Fine fine fine! I’ll shut up."
Su Feng said impatiently.
He knew that he couldn’t provoke Xiaobu.
Everyone says they dare to be angry but not to speak, now they won’t even let him be angry, huh?
Xiaobu, you really are impressive!
I know what you’re trying to do; you just want us reporters who have a grudge against you to write articles for you, using the contrast to amplify your reputation right!
But, you hit last ti, and now you expect to promote you, you’re probably wishing for too much.
As ti passed, more and more reporters gathered at this intersection.
Although the weather was not very hot yet, the equipnt on the reporters still made them break out in sweat.
"Aren’t they coming?!"
"Are they coming or what?!"
"Really, what’s this? Standing us up?!"
"If they’re not coming, we’re leaving!"
"It’s him who invited us, and now he’s putting on airs!"
"..."
More and more reporters began to express their discontent.
These reporters had all, to so extent, slandered Xiaobu, so they weren’t in a good mood towards him, and now they were getting increasingly impatient!
Therefore, quite a few reporters were determined to play so tricks when the ti ca.
Not that they won’t do the job, but as for the result, no guarantees!
...
Xiaobu was currently sitting on the eighth floor of Building A.
"Young Master, everyone’s here."
Liang Lan said to Xiaobu: "Should we let them co up?"
"Let them up?" Xiaobu stroked his chin and looked up at the rooftop of Building B across from him: "Sister Lan, can you see us from there?"
"You should be able to." Liang Lan nodded her head.
Then, she realized: "Young Master, are you saying..."
"Yeah, Zhang ng, go, take them up to see ." Xiaobu nodded his head: "Sister Lan, notify the opposite side, let their elevator break for a while!"
"Got it!"
A sly smile appeared on Liang Lan’s face; she knew what Young Master was planning.
"Yes, Young Master!"
Zhang ng also revealed a sly smile.
...
Finally.
"They’re all here." Zhang ng appeared in front of the reporters: "Let’s go!"
"Move it move it."
Seeing Zhang ng, the reporters imdiately breathed a sigh of relief.
This at least showed that Xiaobu didn’t stand them up.
Standing people up, others might not dare to, but Xiaobu absolutely would.
The reporters also didn’t dare to chat too much with Zhang ng, after all, how powerful Zhang ng was, they all knew a bit.
Zhang ng led the reporters toward Building B.
Into the lobby.
"The elevator is broken, let’s take the stairs. It’s not high."
Zhang ng didn’t explain much and turned to head up the stairs.
Su Feng heard what Zhang ng said and curled his lip.
He was a bit skeptical.
He felt this must be deliberate sabotage.
To make them climb stairs.
In the end, he tried pressing the elevator button and found that it really wouldn’t start.
It didn’t end there.
Even when he asked the property managent staff, upon hearing that the elevator had been broken for the past couple of days, he gave up.
Seeing Su Feng’s actions, the reporters exchanged glances, signalling understanding.
"It seems like Xiaobu probably didn’t pull any stunts."
"And I bet the floor isn’t that high either, after all, such a lazy guy as Lu Xiaobu, he would absolutely refuse if there’s no elevator and he had to take the stairs."
"Enough talk, let’s get moving. The sooner we et Lu Xiaobu, the sooner we can get to the main topic."
"..."
The journalists’ suspicions were answered, and they followed Zhang ng into the stairwell.
What they didn’t realize was the sly smile playing on the corners of Zhang ng’s mouth.
Then there was no other sound.
Only the sound of footsteps and heavy breathing.
The journalists, already sweating from the heat below, now climbing the stairs with their equipnt, were utterly exhausted!
They had climbed about five stories.
"How co we’re not there yet?"
"Yeah, it should be close, right?"
"Should we ask?"
"..."
Before they could ask, Zhang ng took the initiative to say: "The first few floors are shops, there’s no space. People occupy the floors above, so we need to climb a few more levels, almost there."
The journalists thought this sounded reasonable; indeed, the bottom floors were shops, and that seed normal.
Well then, nothing to do but climb.
Huff, puff.
Another ten stories passed.
At this point, the journalists had sore legs and their clothes were soaked with sweat.
They couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Mr. Zhang, how many floors to go?" Su Feng couldn’t help but ask that question.
"We’re almost there, we’re on the fifteenth floor now, right? Just ahead. We’re about to see the Young Master. Definitely going to see him."
Zhang ng said earnestly: "The Young Master must be getting impatient, let’s hurry. If the Young Master loses his temper, none of us could bear it!"
The journalists looked at each other and sighed.
Well then, if that’s the case, let’s keep going!
Zhang ng said we’d see the Young Master, so we should, right?
They lifted their sore, damp legs and continued upwards.
The sixteenth floor.
The seventeenth floor.
The eighteenth floor.
The journalists started to gasp non-stop, having to lean on the handrail to catch their breath after every few steps, heads drenched in sweat, with the perspiration dripping continuously.
They were truly exhausted.
They looked up at Zhang ng, wanting to ask again.
But they found that Zhang ng had long left them behind.
And Su Feng, who was in the very front, saw a glimr of light and heard the sound of a door closing.
He was overjoyed: "Brothers, we’ve really made it, I saw Zhang ng seems to have gone in, hurry up."
A mirage to quench their thirst.
Without knowing the destination, they were too tired to take another step.
But now, seeing the goal right in front of them, they mustered their strength once more.
The nineteenth floor.
The twentieth floor.
The twenty-first floor.
The twenty-second floor.
The higher they climbed, the more sothing seed off.
"This is not right! Isn’t this almost at the top floor?"
"Damn it! Lu Xiaobu is definitely playing with us. Is he planning to do the interview on the roof?!"
"Huff, huff! Let catch my breath. That’s not impossible! After all, what can’t Lu Xiaobu do?"
"But, if the elevator is broken, how did he get up here?!"
"How hard can it be for him to co up? A helicopter would do the trick."
"Let’s go! We’ve co this far, and if we really miss the interview, that would be a real loss."
"..."
The journalists all had one thought in mind: they had climbed so much, and if they didn’t get to do the interview, it would be a huge disappointnt.
So, gritting their teeth, they climbed higher!
So with less physical strength were almost crawling on the last few floors!
Climbing with hands and feet!
They were truly tired!
Climbing stairs alone would have been manageable, but they had equipnt with them.
The more tired their bodies beca, the more resentnt towards Lu Xiaobu grew in their hearts.
Finally!
They arrived!
Indeed, it was the rooftop!
They burst through the door in a rage, ready to confront Lu Xiaobu.
And then.
They went insane!
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