Chapter 1489: Lower the Head?

No matter which step of life you are on, there are people below looking up at you, and people above looking down on you.

Looking up brings inferiority; looking down brings complacency.

Only by looking straight ahead can you see your true self.

The most obvious sign of many people getting carried away is losing all sense of proportion.

Just like the journalist sitting in the police station meeting room right now.

"I'm telling you, this isn't over. I won't be beaten for nothing!"

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing glasses, sat there shouting loudly, full of vigor.

Beside him stood several people, who appeared to be journalists as well.

"Mr. Zhuo, please watch your language."

The police station chief was almost in tears, looking helplessly at the two sides, thinking to himself, what kind of mess is this? How did I end up with this unlucky affair?

"Hmph!"

The man surnamed Zhuo snorted coldly but didn't say another word.

Clearly, he was also wary of the police's attitude.

On the other side, Wang Qiang sat expressionless, with his agent and assistant beside him.

Though a bit nervous, he didn't regret it. Anytime, given what that Zhuo guy said, he'd still hit him.

Freedom of speech? Screw that!

Just then, the meeting room door was pushed open.

Zhao Fusheng walked in with Wu Sijie, followed by the young police officer.

"Who are you?" The chief frowned and asked casually.

"Bro!"

Wang Qiang immediately stood up.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, waved his hand for Wang Qiang to sit down, and looked at the chief: "Officer, may I ask your surname?"

"My surname is Zhang." Chief Zhang was a bit puzzled but still asked Zhao Fusheng, "And you are?"

"My surname is Zhao."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I'm Wang Qiang's brother."

Brother?

Chief Zhang was a bit surprised, but Wang Qiang's earlier shout had already proven the relationship, so he couldn't say much.

More importantly, Chief Zhang noticed that Wang Qiang's agent and assistant, who had been tense, actually breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the two newcomers.

What's going on?

Who are these two?

"Chief Zhang, there are quite a few people here. How about we talk somewhere else?" Zhao Fusheng said to Chief Zhang with a smile.

From start to finish, he didn't even glance at the beaten journalist.

"Uh, sure."

Chief Zhang was now a bit confused. The key was that the newcomer exuded an imposing aura that was hard to handle. He had only felt such an aura from some leaders.

"Stay and handle things with President Ye here." Zhao Fusheng casually instructed Wu Sijie.

"Okay." Wu Sijie nodded and watched Zhao Fusheng and Chief Zhang walk toward the chief's office at the end of the hall.

The two entered the office one after the other.

"Want some water?" Chief Zhang asked.

He was nearly fifty and had been in the chief position for over a decade, with no hope of promotion. He usually didn't meddle much, and if not for such a big incident today, he would rarely show up.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and shook his head: "No, thanks, Chief Zhang."

Before discussing business, Chinese people always like to make small talk, asking questions they already know the answer to or don't really want to know. Both Zhao Fusheng and Chief Zhang had this habit.

"Well, Xiao Zhao, to be honest, Wang Qiang was too impulsive this time." Chief Zhang didn't put on any airs but spoke sincerely to Zhao Fusheng.

In his view, this person was probably from the management of Future Group or Future Films, sent to handle the matter.

Zhao Fusheng didn't explain anything but asked, "Chief Zhang, I know hitting is wrong, but I want to know why Wang Qiang hit that journalist."

This question was crucial. In Zhao Fusheng's view, though reason is elusive and sometimes overlooked, one must admit that having reason or not often leads to completely different ways of handling things.

"Ahem, it was like this. Wang Qiang was attending an event when that journalist suddenly asked him if Fan Baobao from their company was being kept as a mistress and got pregnant out of wedlock..." Chief Zhang said with some embarrassment.

To be fair, he also thought the journalist's question was utter nonsense.

Asking about someone's privacy was bad enough, but bringing up being kept as a mistress—that was deliberately picking a fight.

Across from Chief Zhang, Zhao Fusheng's face had darkened.

"Serves him right!"

Zhao Fusheng suddenly said coldly.

"What?" Chief Zhang was puzzled, not understanding Zhao Fusheng's words.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng calmed himself and looked at Chief Zhang: "Nothing, sorry, Chief. I've got the picture. Let's go back."

Huh?

Now it was Chief Zhang's turn to be dumbfounded. What was this? After just a few words, this guy wants to leave?

He was truly confused, completely unable to figure out what Zhao Fusheng was up to.

Zhao Fusheng stood up with a smile, said nothing more, and walked straight back to the meeting room.

Entering the meeting room, Ye Jing had already arrived and was talking to the journalist.

"Dream on! He dared to hit a journalist—unforgivable!"

"That's right!"

Several people kept shouting, taking an aggressive stance.

"Friends from the media, I think there must be some misunderstanding. I..." Ye Jing was still trying to calm both sides.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng walked over.

"Old Ye, no need to negotiate." Zhao Fusheng said slowly.

"What?"

Ye Jing was startled, thinking he had misheard. He turned to Zhao Fusheng, looking confused.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and looked at the journalists: "May I ask which one is Mr. Zhuo, the one who was hit?"

"Me!"

Zhuo Wei stood up, pointing at the red swelling on his forehead, and said to Zhao Fusheng, "This is the evidence!"

"Mm." Zhao Fusheng nodded: "What do you want?"

Want?

Zhuo Wei was taken aback. He hadn't really thought that far.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhuo Wei said, "First, he has to apologize to me! Also, he needs to compensate me for my economic losses, lost wages, mental anguish..."

"Anything else?" Zhao Fusheng looked at him and continued asking.

"That's it for now." Zhuo Wei, though unsure, nodded.

To be honest, it was only because Wang Qiang was a celebrity. If he were an ordinary person, the police would have mediated and that would be it, since he wasn't really beaten badly—just a conflict between the two sides.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, looked at Wang Qiang: "Come here!"

Wang Qiang obediently walked over: "Bro."

"Hitting is wrong." Zhao Fusheng kept a smile on his face and said to Wang Qiang, "Now, apologize to this journalist! Say you shouldn't have hit him!"

"Bro!"

Wang Qiang immediately became anxious: "He, he said about my sister..."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Fusheng interrupted him bluntly: "Apologize!"

Given who he was, his sharp aura made it impossible to refuse.

Though unwilling, Wang Qiang obediently lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, comrade journalist. I shouldn't have hit you."

"Mm, admitting your mistake is good. Send out an apology statement later, got it?" Zhuo Wei smirked smugly.

Forcing a celebrity to bow and submit gave him a sense of achievement.

"President Ye, write this journalist comrade a check for one hundred thousand yuan." Zhao Fusheng then looked at Ye Jing and instructed.

Then he looked at Zhuo Wei: "Reporter Zhuo, is that enough?"

"Enough." Though Zhuo Wei was a bit surprised that this person could command Ye Jing, the general manager of Future Films, he didn't suspect anything else.

After all, this man had come in with such a low profile that Zhuo Wei now felt valued.

Though a bit baffled, Ye Jing naturally supported Zhao Fusheng's decision and immediately wrote Zhuo Wei a check for one hundred thousand yuan.

Watching Zhuo Wei accept the check, Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked, "So, this matter is settled, right?"

Everyone nodded.

Since both parties had reconciled, there was nothing more to say.

Zhao Fusheng's smile grew even brighter: "In that case, Reporter Zhuo, please prepare yourself. Future Group is about to file a defamation lawsuit against you!"

At that moment, Zhuo Wei's body stiffened!

Everyone in the meeting room was dumbfounded.

What exactly was this guy up to?