Chapter 71

Chapter 18: The Interview Fiasco

Wang Meng watched Hu Xiaobing assault someone, his fists clenched tightly. If not for Lin Feng holding him back, he would have already rushed over to beat up Hu Xiaobing. As a soldier, Wang Meng could not tolerate such bullying.

"Don't worry, the reporters are coming soon." Although Lin Feng felt sympathy, the situation had already been set up and could not be disrupted.

Wang Meng reluctantly nodded, but the heavy breathing through his nostrils told Lin Feng that he was very angry and that Hu Xiaobing would face serious consequences.

Hu Xiaobing was also exhausted. Since he had risen to wealth through his cousin, Hu Xiaobing was no longer the street thug he used to be. His physical strength was much weaker now, and after just a short while, he was already out of breath. After a brief rest, his eyes glinted with a fierce light, "Damn it, all of you get lost! Or I'll have you all thrown into the police station!"

The families of the injured, who had initially promised to support Lin Feng, were now intimidated by Hu Xiaobing's threats. Despite their reluctance, they slowly dispersed.

Hu Xiaobing laughed maniacally, pointing at the dispersing crowd and telling the security guards behind him, "This is the common people. Once you scare them, they become as docile as cats. Ha ha ha..."

The families of the injured were furious but dared not show it on their faces: "He has money and power; we can't afford to provoke him."

"Good and evil will be repaid; sooner or later, heaven will deal with you!" This was the common sentiment among the families of the injured, the only way they could comfort themselves.

"I won't leave. If you don't give me justice today and hand over the person who beat me, I won't leave!" At this moment, the injured person who had been brutally beaten by Hu Xiaobing earlier became defiant, struggling to sit in front of the factory gate in protest.

"Ha, you're still defying me? I'll see if your bones are harder than my fists. Go, beat him up!" Hu Xiaobing, his face contorted with anger, waved his hand, and the security guards immediately rushed over to punch and kick the injured person.

Wang Meng could no longer hold back and stood up with a thud.

"Calm down!" Lin Feng quickly grabbed Wang Meng, pointing to the "Chutian Style" interview van in the distance, and said, "The reporters are here. Let them handle it."

Wang Meng also saw several people getting out of the interview van.

As soon as they got out, Wang Yun saw a group of security guards at the Danya Chemical entrance beating an injured person wrapped in bandages. Wang Yun quickly led the cameraman to rush over. This was a focal point; she had heard about the Danya Chemical assault before coming, and she was determined to expose it today, showing the entire city the ugly actions of Danya Chemical.

"What are you doing? Who allowed you to take photos?" Hu Xiaobing, with his sharp eyes, saw the group rushing over to take photos and videos. Instinctively, he sensed something was wrong and tried to grab the camera.

What do reporters do? They are experts at catching hot spots and breaking news. How could they let someone easily take away their means of survival? They dodged and several flashes went off.

"Damn it, quickly, grab the camera and the video tape." Hu Xiaobing, failing to grab the camera several times, became desperate and roared. Several security guards immediately rushed to block the "Chutian Style" staff.

"Hello, I am Wang Yun from 'Chutian Style.' Who are you? Do you know the injured person on the ground?" Wang Yun seized the opportunity to interview the families of the injured, who were watching but dared not speak out.

"Wang Yun, I recognize you. You are the Wang Yun from 'Wang Yun Speaks for You'!" Several families of the injured, who watched "Chutian Style" every day, were pleasantly surprised and immediately grabbed Wang Yun's arm, tears streaming down their faces.

"Wang Yun, I beg you, 'Chutian Style,' to help us. Please expose this heartless chemical factory. Not only did they build the factory near the residential area, but the constant smell makes us unable to open our windows. When we protested, they beat us. Today, we came to seek justice, but we were beaten again by this heartless boss. Look, that's Old Li, who is already old and was beaten before, and now he's been beaten again." The family of the injured person, with tears and snot, recounted their grievances.

Wang Yun, upon hearing this, was even more indignant, "Didn't you report it to the police? Didn't the police handle it?"

"Ah, don't mention it. The police came but just told us to wait for the investigation results. After waiting for half a month, there was no news. We are all laid-off workers, and the hospital fees are so high that we can't afford them. Wang Yun, you must help us!"

"Rest assured, 'Chutian Style' will definitely expose this. They will... Hey, what are you doing!" Wang Yun, with a look of indignation, was determined to thoroughly expose the incident, but before she could finish, her arm was grabbed.

"I should ask what you're doing. I am the boss here. No interviews or photos are allowed!" Hu Xiaobing said rudely.

"We are reporters from 'Chutian Style.' Here are our press credentials and interview permits. We have the right to take photos and videos," Wang Yun showed several credentials.

Hu Xiaobing ignored her and slapped her, "Go to hell, you reporters. I'm telling you, if you don't give me the film, you won't leave here."

"You are breaking the law! Citizens have the right to know, and you have no right to seize our film. I will sue you!" Wang Yun's face turned red with anger, and she clenched her fists, arguing based on reason.

"Ha ha ha, want to sue me? Go ahead. Damn it, quickly, get the film back for me." Hu Xiaobing roared repeatedly.

Although the "Chutian Style" team consisted of strong young men, they were like mice in front of Hu Xiaobing's security guards. They obediently handed over the film as soon as the batons and fists were shown.

"I will sue you! You are acting like thugs!" Wang Yun was so angry that her teeth almost ground together. She never expected the interview subject to be so shameless, resorting to such thug tactics.

Although "Chutian Style" had been on air for some time and Wang Yun had interviewed some difficult focal points, the people she dealt with were mostly government officials. Although they were more difficult to handle, the officials knew the power of the press and, considering their own status, generally avoided reporters and never directly confronted them like Hu Xiaobing.

This was also because Wang Yun had fewer interviews with people like Hu Xiaobing, who had a background in gangsterism. In the future, she would know that interviewing such people required indirect and stealthy methods.

Of course, this was also because Hu Xiaobing never watched the news. If he had paid attention, he would have known how popular "Chutian Style" was in Chushi. However, even if he knew, given Hu Xiaobing's character, he might not have taken it seriously. To him, reporters were just people who wrote gossip magazines.

"Ha ha, go ahead and sue me. I'm waiting!" Hu Xiaobing tore the film to shreds, his face twisted with a fierce expression, "And I warn you, if you come again, I won't be so lenient!"

Hu Xiaobing left triumphantly.

Seeing that even "Chutian Style" could not handle the situation, the families of the injured felt even more hopeless. They carried Old Li, tears streaming down their faces, and left.

"Yun... Sister, I'm sorry. What should we do now?" The staff member, whose film had been taken, walked to Wang Yun with a red face.

"Hmph, you're really useless. A bunch of big men couldn't even protect the film." Wang Yun looked at them with disdain, but then she chuckled and pulled out a mini recorder from her pocket and a pinhole camera from her hair clip.

"Fortunately, Boss Meng provided us with new equipment this time. Otherwise, we would have come for nothing." Wang Yun smiled triumphantly, "Let's go interview the families of the injured and the residents of the neighborhood."

"Yun Sister is smart!" The others gave her a thumbs up.

At this moment, in a corner across the street.

"What should we do? The reporters' film was all torn up." Wang Meng's eyes were filled with anger. He never expected the other party to be so arrogant, even leaving the reporters helpless. "Let me handle it. To deal with such people, only a harder fist can subdue them!"

"No need, the reporters have already recorded it with a pinhole camera." Lin Feng smiled slightly.

At this moment, Lin Feng's attention was drawn to another conversation he heard.

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