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"They're not attacking us, they're testing our reaction!"
Xu Lang put down the teacup and gently rubbed the rim with his fingers.
After a moment, he spoke.
"I'll go to the Xietong Building myself tomorrow!"
"They want the media? I'll give them the media!"
"But it's not a press conference, it's a liquidation meeting!"
"Aren't they trying to force me to come forward?"
"Then I'll sit right in front of them and see who dares to speak!"
At 9:00 AM the next day, at the Xietong Building.
A crowd gathered early in front of this old office building in the North District of Hong Kong Island. Several media companies arrived early and set up their cameras, while photographers from several entertainment weekly magazines loitered nearby.
On the surface, it was supposed to be a press conference for Xietong Media's new project, but everyone knew that this press conference was actually aimed at Dongxing.
Chapter 583 Zhao Dong is dismissed
The electronic screen in the lobby of the building displayed the words "Xietong Future Strategy Launch Conference," with smaller print below.
"Openness, transparency, and building a harmonious new business environment."
The people from Xietong sat in the main seats, with Lin Shaobin in the middle, wearing a dark gray suit and looking somewhat unnatural.
Zhao Dong sat on the side, his expression indifferent, constantly glancing at his watch.
The remaining few high-ranking officials were cobbled together to fill the press conference area, barely managing to maintain a semblance of decorum.
But just three minutes after 10 o'clock, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the lobby.
No one shouted anything or chanted any slogans; a black minivan simply stopped steadily in front of the gate.
The car door opened, and Xu Lang got out.
Dressed in a dark suit, expressionless, with Wang Jianjun and Aji behind him, and two Alpha members beside him, each holding a briefcase, he had no bodyguards, but all of them had cold and hard expressions.
The reporters at the entrance were stunned. Some were still adjusting their cameras, while others instinctively reached for the shutter button, only to be met with a cold gaze that made them pull their hands back.
Xu Lang ignored them and walked straight toward the main entrance of the building.
The reception manager in the lobby stood there stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Jianjun stepped forward and directly presented the temporary site safety filing notice, which was a joint inspection applied for in advance by a property management company under Dongxing and the building's property management.
Upon seeing this, the other person's expression changed, but they didn't dare to stop them and had no choice but to make way for them.
The moment Xu Lang stepped into the Xietong Building, the press conference was about to begin. Lin Shaobin sat in the middle, his fingers gripping his speech notes, sweat beading on his forehead.
Until someone whispered:
"he came!"
He looked up and saw Xu Lang appear behind the glass door. His face turned as if a cold wind had swept over him, and all the color drained away.
Zhao Dong suddenly stood up, his eyes darkening.
The others also stood up one after another. Some subconsciously touched their suit pockets, while others began to back away, clearly not expecting Xu Lang to barge in so directly.
The host was still on stage preparing to read the opening remarks when he heard footsteps downstairs. Then, several people walked into the press conference hall through a side door. No one stopped them or announced their arrival. Xu Lang, who was at the front, sat directly in the middle of the first row below the press conference area.
After he sat down, Wang Jianjun handed him a folder containing three copies of all the financial records and contract changes of Xietong Media.
Xu Lang glanced at it, took out a copy, and placed his hands on his knees without making any unnecessary movements.
The hall was silent.
Lin Shaobin panicked completely, his throat felt like it was stuck, and he tried to stand up to explain, but he didn't even have time to say a word.
Xu Lang neither stood up nor grabbed the microphone.
But no one dares to ignore his position.
Zhao Dong adjusted his breathing and spoke forcefully.
"This is a normal press conference, and it's not appropriate for Brother Lang to suddenly appear..."
Xu Lang glanced at him, said nothing, and simply tossed the folder beside him onto the ground with a soft thud.
That resounding 4.0-level sound struck directly into everyone's hearts.
Zhao Dong's face darkened.
Everyone else remained silent.
The press conference came to a complete standstill, and the host stood there awkwardly, his face pale.
Lin Shaobin was unsure whether to sit or stand, his eyes darting around.
Two minutes passed, and no one moved or made a sound.
Three minutes later, the vice president of Xietong Media came out through the back door. After seeing the scene, he immediately retreated without even saying hello.
Chapter 584 Lin Shaobin in hiding
Xu Lang remained motionless, and the entire venue seemed to be sealed off, frozen in place.
Five minutes later, the media began to secretly pack up their equipment, and several reporters left immediately. Everyone knew that staying any longer in this situation would not only prevent them from getting any news, but could also get them into trouble.
Zhao Dong's face had lost all color. He lowered his voice and said a few words to Lin Shaobin. Lin nodded repeatedly and got up to walk backstage.
He had only taken two steps when Wang Jianjun reached out and stopped him.
"Where are you going?"
Lin opened her mouth, but didn't dare to speak.
Wang Jianjun stared at him, his tone calm.
15. "Didn't you say you were going to hold a press conference today?"
"Even Brother Lang came to listen, are you leaving now?"
Lin froze, glanced back at the stage, then slowly retreated to his seat, sitting down, his whole body stiff.
Zhao Dong then realized that today was no longer a stage they could control.
He stood up, tugged at the hem of his suit jacket, and forced a smile as he spoke.
"Now that Brother Lang is here today, let's postpone the press conference—"
Xu Lang stood up.
The entire audience held their breath.
He didn't look at anyone, nor did he walk onto the stage. He simply picked up the remaining two documents, handing one to Wang Jianjun and the other to Aji.
"Give it to them!"
When you're done, turn around and leave.
No one dared to stop them.
After he walked out of the building, Zhao Dong finally let out a long breath; his forehead was covered in sweat.
Lin Shaobin sat in his seat, trembling all over like a snail that had shed its shell.
Ten minutes later, Xietong Media withdrew its official announcement for the day's press conference, deleted the original text, removed the on-site setup, and expelled all media from the building.
This so-called "press conference" has become a new term in Hong Kong's underground circles—
"Xu Lang held a meeting where no one could hear him!"
From that day on, Xie Tong's name was never mentioned again in the industry.
After Xietong Media was silenced by the backlash, Tianyao Club maintained a calm facade, but in reality, it was in complete chaos.
After the press conference that day, Zhao Dong disappeared that very night. Several key contacts turned off their phones, and the person in charge of the peripheral venues at Tianyao Image changed overnight, as if they had hastily called in someone to fill in.
Xu Lang didn't show up again. After returning to the East Star headquarters, he only said one sentence—"Let them make a mess of things!"
After the news spread, no one from any of the major branches of Tung Sing rushed to make a move.
The accounts that need to be collected are still collected, the goods that need to be delivered are still delivered, the stalls that need to be set up and the street corners that need to be patrolled remain unchanged.
On the contrary, various small groups, seeing that the wind was not right, came to "reconfirm cooperation".
For a time, things appeared calm on the surface in Hong Kong Island, but in reality, it was all a test.
But the real big moves didn't start with the clubs.
A few days later, Xietong's severed logistics line was completely destroyed, and the fresh food transportation, express delivery, and short-term warehousing services linked to that line collapsed. More than a dozen small companies either went bankrupt or simply sought refuge with Dongxing's new shell company.
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Meanwhile, three out of the five model outsourcing agencies in East Hong Kong Island have changed their owners, and the new legal representatives are all middlemen from the Tung Sing Peripheral Chamber of Commerce, with each layer of the organization being thoroughly cleaned up.
Everyone in the industry knows that these companies are no longer ones that Tianyao Club can touch.
The biggest blow came from the financial sector.
The judge arranged a meeting with the head of a small fund called "Huansheng Investment". This person was originally Xietong's contact person, and later also received some funds from Tianyao Image, and invested in several real estate projects in Central.
This money has been entangled in a complex, multi-layered system; if someone deliberately digs deeper, it could uncover a whole host of problems.
Chapter 585 The Destruction of the Peripheral Contract
They chose to meet at a small teahouse behind an abandoned factory in the old town of Hong Kong Island.
The judge arrived quietly, accompanied by a recorder. A cup of tea had just been brewed, and the recorder was still taking out a cigarette when the judge had already placed an account sheet on the table.
"When you, Huansheng, laundered that money from Xietong to Southeast Asia, you used this account, right?"
The other person was taken aback and instinctively tried to explain, but their expression changed immediately.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to mess with you!"
"Our Brother Lang said, since you can clean up the accounts, that proves you're capable!"
"I'm giving you two choices!"
"Either stay here and keep making money, but from today onwards, you can only transfer money for Dongxing, and we'll split the profits 50/50!"
"Either you leave this teahouse now, or starting tomorrow, nobody in Hong Kong will pay you a single penny!"
The man remained silent, his face alternating between pale and flushed.