Gossip King

After reading the news, Gao Leng immediately started looking for photos of Wang Hui, the general manager of Oriental Food Group for eight years at the helm, and relevant information about the new general manager Zhao Yi. However, they found very little information on the two.

Also, the Oriental Food Group, like the Caesars Group, is a supplier company. It does not face the public, but only faces the enterprise. It does not need a lot of advertising, so it receives fewer interviews.

With the background of state-owned enterprises, it is even more mysterious.

Gao Leng immediately turned off the computer and drove there.

The Eastern Food Group was on the fourth ring road of the Imperial Capital. Gao Leng drove there. He had a hunch that the man in black was from the Eastern Food Group, and he had to find this person.

In the conference room of the Oriental Food Group, there were crowds of people moving around. Seven or eight heads of food companies gathered, all with secretaries, office directors, etc., and a large room was full of discussions. Weishi Noodles Group has just taken office as General Manager Wang Xingguo. Sitting near the door, he looked at the door of the General Manager's Office of Dongfang Food Group.

Gao Leng registered at the gate and went directly to the conference room. As soon as he entered the door, he found that several media reporters were blocked outside the conference room.

"Reporter Gao."

"senior."

"Wow, Mr. Gao."

When the reporters from various media saw Gao Leng, they all showed admiration and surrounded him. For the public, the carrion case is very pleasing, and for reporters, because they know the industry too well, they are more aware of the difficulty of unannounced visits and the difficult mediation of successful exposure. They are not only admiration, but worship of Gao Leng.

The reporter circle is a circle of literati. Since ancient times, literati have been proud of themselves, and only when facing the strong, they will bow their heads. To be affirmed by the reporter circle and from colleagues requires strength.

At this time, Gao Leng possessed the ability that the entire reporter circle respected him, including several senior reporters in their forties who are now surrounded by this circle.

"Reporter Gao, this Oriental Food Group does not accept interviews." A reporter stretched out his hand to hold Gao Leng's hand: "We are the Guangnan media. I don't know if Reporter Gao can interview them."

"Yes, we have waited a long time and refused to interview."

Gao Leng looked at the camera logo they were holding. They were all from the media from other places. He smiled and shook his head: "I have to listen to the Propaganda Department. I'm just here to get the documents, not an interview."

One sentence of hearing the "Propaganda Department" can be regarded as extinguishing the hope of these people. Also, the headquarters of Xingsheng Magazine can be in the Imperial Capital, and you have to listen to the Imperial Capital Propaganda Department. If the Imperial Capital Propaganda Department says that it cannot interview, Gao Leng cannot.

This is the rule.

Everyone sighed.

At this time, the door of the general manager's office of Dongfang Food Group suddenly opened, and a few manager-level employees in suits and leather shoes came out. After a glance at the group of reporters, a nearly 60-year-old old man came out with a smile. Walked towards the reporter group.

Many reporters know this old man. Mr. Zhang, an academician of a certain media university in China, as long as the students of journalism class have studied the professional texts edited by him, one or two of this group of reporters are graduates of that school. Mr. Zhang, they must call Dean Zhang respectfully.

Others are not graduates from this school, and some of their bosses are Dean Zhang’s Taoli. They also have to call Dean Zhang.

Dean Zhang Taoli is all over the world, but most of the good media have his students. After retiring from school, he will continue to teach at school, but he will have more corporate positions, such as honorary executive officer of Oriental Food Group.

This kind of scholars who are very authoritative in the country will never come to the world after retirement, and spend thousands of years, some will be recruited by the school to continue teaching, and more will come out to earn a little in the enterprise.

The so-called honorary executive is when he is needed, such as now.

"Dean Zhang, are you okay with your old health?" one of his students in the reporter asked quickly and respectfully.

"Okay, well, all the students have done a lot." As soon as Dean Zhang walked over, he opened the skylight to speak brightly, and pointed to the general manager's office: "Thank me, I really won't accept interviews today. Later, ah, Later, in a day or two, a special promotion meeting will be held. Everyone will come. After the promotion meeting, the teacher will accompany you to drink and drink."

Well, the honorary executive officer, he spends money to raise it on weekdays, and it comes in handy at this time. This is a big use. You can't persuade reporters to dismiss them. They need skills and identity. Dean Zhang is the most suitable.

The reporters looked at each other, everyone talked about it, and the propaganda department didn't agree with it. There was no negative news here, and there was no need to make hard reports, so everyone nodded and left one after another.

Gao Cooling stood still and didn't go.

When everyone was gone, Gao Leng was still standing there, looking at the door of the general manager's office. Today, he must see who the man in black is, whether his judgment is wrong, and whether it is really oriental food. Group of people.

The person from the Eastern Food Group that has made the most profit, Gao Leng has already made a judgment in his heart, but he needs to be sure, sure enough.

"Reporter Gao." Dean Zhang is a man in this line of business, and he naturally knows Gao Leng. Seeing him not leaving, he quickly stretched out his hand and shook it.

"I'm not here for an interview. I didn't bring equipment." Gao Leng said politely. After all, this is an elder in the industry and has to be respected.

"Oh no, Mr. Wang invites you in." Surprisingly, Dean Zhang looked at the back of the reporter who had left, lowered his voice, and pointed his finger at an office next to the general manager's office: "Mr. Wang I have been waiting for you for a long time."

President Wang?

The former general manager of Dongfang Food Group, and the former general manager who just stepped down a few days ago, Wang Hui.

The man in black should be him, Gao Leng thought, nodded, politely nodded at Dean Zhang, and walked quickly to the room next to the general manager's office.

Buckle, knock on the door.

"Please come in." A slightly tired voice came from inside: "Reporter Gao, please come in." Before the door opened, the call was made, which shows that I have been waiting a long time ago.

Gao Leng pushed the door in, and raised his eyes, and his heart jumped.

I saw Wang Hui sitting at the desk with brown sunglasses, holding a pen to sign on the material, and seeing Gao Leng coming in and speeding up his hand, after writing, he waved at Gao Leng and pointed to the sofa. : "Please sit down, wait a moment."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang.

After Wang Hui picked up the phone and frowned for a while, he just took the phone off, and the phone rang again and then answered it.

He has been busy for more than fifteen minutes after Gao Leng came in. He barely stopped for a few seconds. He was always busy. Sometimes while answering the phone, he signed the information with a pen.

It was a man in black, he knew it was a man in black when he heard this voice, not to mention the thick calluses on his ten and middle fingers, the blue-black thick calluses with a little ink.

There are not many people who use pens these days, Wang Hui is one.

Looking at the many calligraphy and paintings in the office, many of them are hard-written characters. It can be seen that he is good at this mouth, and only if he is good at this mouth and repeated practice will he have a thick callus.

Wang Hui, the former general manager of Oriental Food Group, is the man in black who has repeatedly helped him obtain unannounced visits.

"Gao Leng, don't come unharmed." After a while, Wang Hui stood up and walked to the sofa, still wearing his brown sunglasses, and smiled faintly: "I happen to have something to ask for you. You'd better listen to the important things arranged."

With that, he took an IPAD and pointed to a photo on it, Gao Leng glanced at it, his face changed.

It was Mu Xiaolen, standing alone on the street, with exotic atmosphere behind him, with a lonely face.