沈明用颤抖的双手拿起报告,读了上面写的诊断.
在她的脑海中,紧紧拉扯的绳子终于折断了.
一连串尖锐,响亮的声音在她耳边回荡.
她的脸上流露出复杂的复杂情绪.
荣兆南自然没有错过她脸色的任何一个变化.
"我们以后再讨论堕胎,"他冷冷地说,语气坚定."毕竟是我的儿子,这事关荣家的血脉.现在回去吧.我们会安排下一步.
沈明被护送出了医院.
她几乎忘记了在公司等着她的一堆工作.她的脑袋仍然混乱不堪,她的思绪杂乱无章.
荣兆南让他的助手卓航陪着她,问她想去哪里.
"我先去公司,"她回答.
她的额头现在真的很痛.
在医院门口等了一会儿后,她的助理莱恩来接她,她和卓航一起上了车.
随着黑色的汽车飞驰而去,荣兆南坐在自己的车里,一根香烟从他的手指上垂下来.他继续翻阅怀孕报告,随着阅读,他的表情变得越来越严肃.
他拨通了常温的电话.
"彻底检查.找出谁在瞄准她的小公司.稍后再报告.
常温承认道.
当他们回到公司时,入口处已经聚集了一群人.
从外观上看,卓航建议道:"沈小姐,小心点.看来你现在可能无法进入公司.
沈明把手推到一边.
"我要去我自己的公司参加一个会议.如果他们愿意,就让他们拉黑我吧,但迟早,他们都会被踢出去,"她固执地说.
卓航一头雾水."但你现在不能进去,因为有这么多人堵住了入口."
令他惊讶的是,沈明已经打开车门,走了出去.
她刚下车,一大群媒体记者就朝她冲了过来.
"沈明来了!"
卓航忍不住下车保护她.
毕竟,她是荣兆南专门让他照顾的人.
记者们迅速地围住了他们,麦克风对准了沈明.
"沈女士,经过一整天的产品危机升级,您终于出现了.你对媒体有什么关于这件事的解释吗?
"沈女士,员工报告说贵公司已经一个多月没有支付工资了.你对这种延误有什么解释?
Shen Ming remained silent.
Zhuo Hang quickly stepped forward and pushed away the reporters, expertly handling the situation, as he was used to dealing with such matters for Rong Zhaonan.
"Please be patient, everyone. Miss Shen will be holding a press conference soon to address these issues. As for other questions, we kindly ask that you refrain from asking for now. Please make way, make way."
He led Shen Ming forward, trying to get her into the building.
When they saw her about to leave, the reporters panicked. The small gap Zhuo Hang had managed to clear was quickly closed by the swarm of media.
The reporters practically surrounded Shen Ming, jostling and shoving as they tried to push her down.
Zhuo Hang acted quickly, grabbing her arm and preventing her from falling.
The crowd was pushing and shoving, and it seemed like Shen Ming wasn't going to get out anytime soon.
Standing in the center of the crowd, Shen Ming's expression grew colder, her eyes scanning the surroundings, exuding a sudden aura of coldness and determination.
The journalists who had been relentlessly questioning her now froze, stunned by the sudden shift in her demeanor.
Taking out her phone, Shen Ming's face remained expressionless.
"I didn't want to address this today, but since you media friends seem so concerned about what's going on with me and my company, I suppose I shouldn't disappoint you after you've come all this way."
She opened her phone.
Speaking in a calm, deliberate tone, she added, "Listening to me speak is probably boring, so I'll play a recording for everyone."
The moment the recording started, the crowd fell silent.
A woman's voice came through the phone.
"The PR team fled overnight, and the product is in a quality crisis. Shen Ming, how long do you think you can hold out?"
"Did you cause all this trouble?"
"Isn't it obvious? Guess where your PR team, Mosca and Judy, went after they left?"
"Where did they go? You didn't bring them with you, did you?"
"The news travels fast. Thanks to your help, after I was discharged from the hospital, Mr. Ning arranged for me to take on the role of PR Director at Yidu. Don't you think that, in this position, it's quite easy to deal with a small company on the brink of bankruptcy?"
The recording ended there.
Shen Ming put her phone away.
The scene had completely shifted. The reporters were now stunned, and those with sharp ears immediately recognized the voice—it was her conversation with Cheng Anyi, the current PR Director at Yidu.
"Ms. Shen, what's going on?"
"Ms. Shen, was that conversation with Cheng Anyi, the PR Director at Yidu?"
"Ms. Shen..."
Shen Ming made a gesture, asking for silence.
"This is the truth. Our Minglai Perfume Company has never had issues with its products. Recently, our CFO, Miss Cheng Anyi, left Minglai and became the PR Director at Yidu. Since then, problems have been cropping up at our company."
Her gaze grew even colder.
"I'd like to ask, how is it that Yidu's PR Director is handling my small company so easily? Are these actions Miss Cheng's personal doing, or are they part of Yidu's official strategy?"
A reporter from a financial channel, who was familiar with Yidu Group, raised a microphone.
"Yidu Group is the most renowned PR company in Haishi. Why would their PR Director target a small company like Minglai? Is there some kind of personal vendetta, or is there some hidden agenda? Could you explain, Ms. Shen?"
Shen Ming casually pushed aside the microphone in front of her.
"For that, I'm afraid you'll need to ask Mr. Jiang Shaomo, the Vice President of Yidu, who is currently in charge of their PR department. Miss Cheng, who left our company, is now one of his top lieutenants."
The media went wild, as a video of the reporters surrounding Shen Ming outside the Minglai Group headquarters spread rapidly online. The truth behind the situation was revealed, with Shen Ming, the largest shareholder and CEO of Minglai, addressing the public.
Meanwhile, in the Yidu Group's executive meeting room, a large screen displayed Shen Ming's speech.
The full recording was also released by the media.
"Mr. Jiang, what do you think about this?" someone asked.
All eyes turned to the end of the conference table, where sat the head of Yidu's PR department, Jiang Shaomo.
Jiang Shaomo looked up at the screen, watching the woman who had caused so much stir for Yidu. He stared at her, noting that she was quite attractive—perhaps too much so.
"This woman..." he muttered, a hint of amusement in his tone. "She's not bad-looking. She'd be perfect for the entertainment industry, maybe even a solo debut."
Everyone waited, but his response was a sarcastic remark.
He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled faintly.
"Interesting."
Standing up, he buttoned his suit jacket, his smile growing more enigmatic.
"Make arrangements. It looks like I'm going to have to meet her personally.