Chapter 1033

"Young Master Gu is in good health too!" Liu Zhiming glared at the male reporter gruffly, "Are you sharp-eyed, are you playing moral kidnapping? It's a reporter asking a question and you have to answer your question? Are you the king of heaven? What the hell!"

"How can you scold people? You're so unqualified." The male reporter muttered.

"Facing a person with no quality like you, I don't need to talk about quality with you!" Liu Zhiming's eyes were sharp, and the male reporter was a little scared.

Liu Zhiming's hostility suppressed this group of reporters.

Liu Zhiming swept across the group of reporters coldly, and said with a sarcasm: "You only know that exposing your own affairs is an invasion of your privacy, why can't you leave some space for others? Has Mrs. Gu agreed to accept your purchase? Is Mrs. Gu going to reveal her privacy to you after she was born? How ridiculous!"

Reporters: ...

Song Wuyou glanced at them lightly, and said: "I'm very sorry, I don't want to answer a word about my family affairs."

Explaining, Song Wuyou looked at Liu Zhiming: "Zhiming, tell them, the area covered by our Gu's Building, if they squat on the site of our building without my consent in the future, they should call the police."

Liu Zhiming nodded: "I see, ma'am!"

Song Wuyou raised his head, rubbed his aching temples, and there was a look of fatigue between his brows: "Secretary Zhang, I'll take your car back tonight."

Secretary Zhang, who had been standing beside Song Wuyou, nodded quickly when he heard this, "Madam, my car is parked in the basement parking lot!"

"Yeah." Song Wuyou turned around, "I'll pick up the car with you."

"Okay." Secretary Zhang and Song Wuyou turned around and walked into the building.

"What's the matter, I don't even eat dinner, I squatted here waiting for so long, I can't interview anything."

"Yeah, when I had hypoglycemia, this Mrs. Gu became more and more pushy, and didn't answer anything."

"She is like a dead pig who is not afraid of hot water soup. Anyway, Gu's is about to go bankrupt, and she doesn't need to care about her image."

Seeing Song Wuyou left, several reporters were quite dissatisfied and chewed their tongues.

"Say one more thing, believe it or not, I'll kill you on the spot?" Liu Zhiming suddenly pointed at those people, staring at them sullenly and shouted.

"Can't people talk about it? The mouth grows on our mouth, we can say whatever we want!" A male reporter couldn't understand Liu Zhiming's arrogant flame.

"Exactly! What are you dragging?" Another male reporter echoed and contradicted Liu Zhiming.

"Brother, go!" Liu Zhiming made a gesture.

His brothers rushed up suddenly, but before they could make a move, those male reporters who gossip about their tongues rushed up first and beat Liu Zhiming and the others.

Liu Zhiming didn't fight back. His brothers didn't fight back when they saw him, and let them punch him several times.

After punching several times, the reporters realized that Liu Zhiming and the others hadn't fought back, so they stopped.

Liu Zhiming and the others are trained people who have lived a life of punks for the past few years. These cotton-like fists and feet don't hurt at all for them.

It's just the hair, the clothes are a little messy, and a few brothers have some scratches on their faces. At a glance, they know they have been beaten.

With a weird sneer on the corner of Liu Zhiming's mouth, he pointed at them one by one, "You hit people with your hands? Good!"

When the reporters heard this, their faces changed slightly. One of them was more courageous, snorted coldly, and booed: "So what if you hit someone? Did they see it?"