140 Locking Up the Dogs for a Beating (2/2)

Xiao Luo's demeanor turned for the worse as he heard the reporters calling his name out. Although he had built his reputation as a businessman, in reality, he was still a wild beast at heart. He found it difficult to accept the slanders and humiliation from those reporters.

”Dashan, inform the security department to bring these reporters to the conference hall.”

”Are you sure you want to accept their interview?” Zhang Dashan was shocked.

”If they were really here for an interview, I will definitely agree. But, it's clear that's not the case here.”

Xiao Luo chuckled lightly, ”remember, don't do anything and don't ask anything after you let them in the hall, just tell them to wait there.”

”You…what, are you planning on doing?”

Zhang Dashan gulped. Despite being as close as brothers with Xiao Luo, he still felt a moment of fear just looking at the ferocious look Xiao Luo had on right now.

”Nothing, just make sure you and the security guards do your jobs.”

With a mischievous grin, Xiao Luo added, ”also, tell Feng Wuhen and the guys…”

Xiao Luo's plans got to Zhang Dashan's ears. He was downhearted from all the commotion at first, until the news arrived. His eyes lit up the moment he heard, ”Finally!” He cheered in excitement.

”Sh*t, let's do it. I swear I'll scare the life out of these reporters! See if they dare mess with Luo's Workshop again after this.”

Zhang Dashan hung up the call, and yelled towards Feng Wuhen, ”Hey old folks, it's time for work!”

”Brother Xiao gave you a call, right? I swear I've had my eyes on them for a while now. Don't worry; we'll handle these as the security guards. I can beat their a*ses up all by myself.” Feng Wuhen rolled up his sleeves as he prepared himself, beaming from the excitement.

”That's too uncouth. Don't forget we're cultured men, and we don't go flashing our weapons around.”

Zhang Dashan made a show of his dressing down, and even Feng Wuhen and his brainless lackeys looked at him, then at each other, in confusion. Zhang Dashan grabbed a speakerphone from the head of security. Clearing his throat, he called out to the reporters, ”You garb…Oh sorry, you guys that represent the public and our hardworking journalists, listen up. I have some good news; our boss agreed to see you guys. Here, please follow us to the conference hall. Please have a seat inside our fully air-conditions room and wait for our boss!”

He almost erred with a monumental slip of the tongue when he called out to the reporters. ”Garbage” was what he felt about these people, but he thankfully checked himself in time.

The guards at the building entrance received the notice and duly pressed the remote switch. The automatic door opened slowly. The steel side door remained closed, primarily used as an emergency exit.

”Now this is what I'm talking about. We'll just wait for Mr. Xiao in the hall, tell him to come quickly.”

”Don't play games with us, or we will expose everything Luo's Workshop does.”

”Looks like your workshop does know how to read the mood of the public.”

The crowd of reporters appeared cheerful as they walked into the airconditioned hall, strutting proudly with their chins up.

Zhang Dashan smiled as he directed them inside: ”This way, please. This way, please!”

Once the reporters had all entered the building, he shot a glance at the security guards. The guards promptly closed the door as if they were locking up dogs in a house for a beating.