OBS Chapter 174 What do you know!
Chapter 174 What do you know!
Chapter 174 What do you know!
There were some familiar faces in the room. Xie Qing couldn't recall their names, but he had seen them all before at the Huo family, and they all held high positions.
This is... a team-building activity for Huo's employees at a movie theater?
Xie Qing was suspicious, but showed no sign of it on her face. With a perfectly timed smile, she greeted the audience.
"Dear viewers, please keep quiet for a moment."
A beautiful female host walked onto the stage with a microphone, speaking humorously, "How about we have the handsome men and beautiful women standing in front introduce themselves?"
The audience responded enthusiastically: "Great!!!"
The host pretended to think for a moment, "Hmm...who should we start with?"
Audience: "Xie Qing!!!"
Xie Qing: "..."
The host handed Xie Qing a microphone, "Teacher Xie, the audience is very enthusiastic about you, so you can go first!"
"Hello everyone, I am actress Xie Qing."
Xie Qing's self-introduction was simple and clear. Before the host could react, the microphone had already been handed back to him.
"Gone?"
"Gone."
The host's eyes lit up. This was exactly the speed he wanted. He hoped that everyone else could be this fast.
Perhaps her prayers moved the heavens, because in the following self-introduction session, everyone's introductions were as brief as Xie Qing's.
The female host was overjoyed; it seemed she could leave work early today. Perfect!
The roadshow proceeded step by step according to the schedule. During the interactive session, many audience members raised their hands to ask questions, which were answered one by one by director Lu Sang.
As the male lead of the movie, Xie Qing was naturally the focus of everyone's attention and inevitably received questions.
However, he had made ample preparations and had a deep understanding of the character. He spoke eloquently and answered questions sincerely and professionally, drawing continuous applause from the audience.
The atmosphere in the theater was peaceful, and the audience asked questions very actively. Just when Lu Sang thought the roadshow would end smoothly, the troublemakers arrived.
A reporter carrying a large camera raised his hand, and the host handed him a microphone.
The person said, "I have some questions, and I hope Teacher Xie can answer them for me."
Sensing that the other party was hostile, a glint of malice flashed in Xie Qing's eyes. "As long as it's a question related to our movie today, I will naturally answer it for you."
The other person understood the implied meaning in Xie Qing's words, their expression stiffened, and they deliberately provoked, "Teacher Xie, are you afraid to answer my question?"
Xie Qing: "..."
I think this person is a bit stupid; they managed to ruin themselves.
As it turned out, Xie Qing's idea was correct.
A man with a square face and an aura of righteousness spoke passionately to the reporter, "Are you deaf? Didn't our honest and diligent Teacher Xie say that he would answer any questions related to movies?"
"If you have something to hide, who can you blame?"
Other audience members chimed in, "Well said. That's how you deal with reporters like this—you have to be ruthless."
"You've misused the reverse psychology tactic, little brother, get lost!"
"..."
Xie Qing glanced at the square-faced man and quickly searched her mind for relevant information—this man seemed to be the head of a department in the Huo Group.
The reporter's face turned pale and then red as he was confronted by the crowd. Suddenly, he lost all will to fight back and shouted, "Shut up, all of you shut up!!!" "What do you know? You've all been fooled by..." Xie Qing.
Before he could finish his last sentence, a group of security personnel who appeared out of nowhere roughly covered his mouth, restrained his hands and feet, and dragged him out.
The audience in the theater subconsciously assumed that these were security personnel specially arranged by the cinema to maintain order.
I couldn't help but admire their efficiency; as expected of the largest cinema in City A, they really know how fast they handle things.
Soon the commotion subsided, the event returned to normal, and everyone's attention was focused on the front. No one noticed a figure quietly leaving the scene.
*
Huo Yunting came out of the theater and took the elevator upstairs to a private box.
Inside the private box, the reporter, who had just been forcibly taken out of the theater, was forced to kneel on the cold, hard floor. His hands were tied behind his back with ropes, and a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth, blocking it completely, so he could only make indistinct sobs.
The head security guard, with sharp eyes, saw Huo Yunting enter. He immediately bent his back slightly, adopting a respectful posture, and lowered his voice unconsciously, revealing his reverence, "Mr. Huo, you've arrived."
Huo Yunting's expression was cold and stern. He didn't say a word, but strode to the sofa and sat down with a steady yet decisive motion.
With long, slender fingers raised, she slowly removed her hat and mask, casually tossing them aside. She then turned her head and gave a wink to the security guard beside her.
The security guard instantly understood, took a few steps forward, and reached out to remove the cloth gag from the reporter's mouth.
As soon as the cloth was removed, the reporter, like a rooster with its feathers ruffled, started yelling and cursing, "Who are you people? What right do you have to kidnap me? Believe me or not, I'll expose you!!!"
The security guard swiftly punched the male reporter, grabbed him by the collar, and demanded, "Tell me, who sent you here!"
The reporter was quite assertive, saying, "What instructions? I just don't like Xie Qing."
The veins on his neck bulged, and he uttered even more vile words, "Ha, you were all hired by Xie Qing, weren't you? A cheap whore who sells her ass, and you're all so devoted to him? It's disgusting!"
Upon hearing these filthy words, Huo Yunting's aura turned icy, and his eyes darkened like an abyss, unfathomably black.
The deep voice seemed to come from the hell of demons, chilling to the bone and ruthless, "Gag him and beat him to death."
These brief words, like a judgment from hell, send chills down one's spine.
The male reporter shuddered uncontrollably, a chill running from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head.
He stiffly turned his neck and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
A man sat on the sofa, his aura chilling, his eyes cold and emotionless as he stared at him, his gaze as if examining a corpse, deathly still and indifferent, sending shivers down one's spine.
What made the male reporter even more desperate was that the other party was Huo Yunting.
How could that be!?
What's Huo Yunting doing here?
What is his relationship with Xie Qing?
Before he could sort out his thoughts, the familiar, sweaty wad of cloth was stuffed into his mouth again, and several figures quickly surrounded him, trapping him in the middle.
The reporter stared in horror, his eyes wide, before he could even utter a whimper, as a barrage of fists rained down on his body.
The scream was choked in his throat, turning into only muffled groans...
About twenty minutes later, the man, barely breathing, lay on the ground like a dead dog, his face bruised and swollen, with several teeth knocked out.