As expected, Zheng Haoyu sifted out a few newspapers occupying half of the page's space from a thick pile, "Send someone to negotiate with these newspaper agencies. I don't want to see them still in business before the sun rises tomorrow."
"Sure." Wang Lan excitedly picked up the newspapers from the desk and immediately went out to arrange it. Journalists nowadays are not kings without crowns, more like local bullies, it's about time someone taught them a lesson!
Wang Lan mentally spat at the journalists!
Besides the numerous journalists besieging the Huaxiang Group's building, everything else was normal. For the moment, Zheng Haoyu received no notices of contract cancellations from clients, which eased his worries.
So, after dealing with the journalists at the entrance of the building and ensuring the employees could commute without a hassle, Zheng Haoyu did not linger and headed straight back to the hospital.
