"What are you guys doing here? Who told you to gather around?" As he spoke, the sound of an engine starting came from outside. Gong Ming suddenly deflated like a punctured ball; he couldnât catch up. He definitely needed to explain things another day.
"Chief Editor, so you really used to be a war zone reporter!"
"I really envy you, Chief Editor."
"Yeah! I didnât expect that youâve actually fought side by side with Living Yama."
Gong Ming widened his eyes, "Nonsense, do you all think Iâm just bragging?" He had been on the battlefield, making a name in photography and interviewing. Otherwise, how could he have gotten to his current position?
The crowd couldnât help but look at his plump figure; before he got there, his belly arrived first. If you didnât know, youâd have thought he was pregnant! With this physique, claiming to have been on the battlefield and fought side by side with legendary war heroes, nobody believed him!
"Now we believe."
"Finally, we believe."
"Turns out what you said is true."
"Chief Editor, I finally believe youâve torn enemies apart with your bare hands." Everyone looked impressed, and the Chief Editorâs plump figure suddenly seemed towering in their eyes.
Gong Ming felt guilty as he dismissed them. He had been on the battlefield and had accomplished deeds. But as for killing the enemy, ha... not really! He was scared to death back then; where would he have had the guts to kill the enemy?
So the heroic enemy-killing part was completely exaggerated.
As for tearing enemies apart with bare hands, haha... can any normal person do that? Even if the Captain had that strength, he wouldnât lose his mind doing something like that.
Picking up a machine gun and blasting away is much faster than using bare hands.
Idiots! All those who believed are idiots; he was very saddened to have a bunch of idiot subordinates.
From National Security Road to the Rescue Association, the distance was much shorter, and Xu Qigang arrived just as Shen Feihu was finishing a meeting. Coming out of the conference room, they happened to meet in the hallway.
"President!" He greeted him respectfully.
"Alright, how many times have I told you, donât be so formal." Shen Feihu was always easygoing, saying it every time but it never mattered.
"President, are you planning to go out?"
"I was planning to but now that youâre here, itâs perfect timing." Shen Feihu intercepted Xu Qigang, and they walked ahead with Liang Ximing and a few advisors following behind.
"Now thereâs a task for you to execute."
"President, please give your order." Xu Qigang was straightforward.
Shen Feihu couldnât help but laugh, happily saying, "Good, thatâs what I like about you. Unlike others who drag their feet and whine, it drives me crazy."
Liang Ximing was on the left side, hearing this, showing an expression of wanting to cry but having no tears. Secretly hoping that the calm and reliable Xu Qigang wouldnât go mad like Old Shen.
"Youâve read the One Weekly magazine, right?"
Xu Qigang, straight-faced, replied, "I donât have the leisure to read any magazines."
"Uh..." Shen Feihu felt like punching, why couldnât he stick to his topic? How was he supposed to continue after that?
Liang Ximing snickered, served him right! He needed a proper telling-off.
"But Iâve heard about the matter." Xu Qigang added, "Is it Meng Ping saying that our President has lifestyle problems?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Shen Feihu heavily slapped him on the shoulder, "Really audacious, have you seen someone so arrogant? Daring to speak about our President, where does that put our face?"
"Hm! Really excessive."
"So Iâve already told Lu Yuan, to take people to blast One Weekly."