Chapter 1488: The Police Station

Since something had happened, Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing dared not delay. The two got into a car, left Future Film, and headed straight for the police station.

Sitting in the car, Ye Jing said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile, “To be honest, I never thought I’d be going to the police station to bail out Wang Qiang.”

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then also laughed: “Don’t tell me you’ve always thought the person in the company capable of doing something like this was Old Jiang.”

After saying this, the two laughed together.

It felt very much like great minds think alike.

There was no helping it; Old Jiang was just that unreliable. During interviews before, shooting his mouth off and making reckless remarks was common. If he had hit a reporter, Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing wouldn’t have been surprised at all.

The car drove quickly. When they arrived at the police station, Zhao Fusheng saw more than a dozen news vans parked from a distance.

“So many reporters?”

Frowning, Zhao Fusheng looked at Ye Jing.

Ye Jing’s expression also turned grim: “Yeah, I really didn’t expect this.”

After a pause, he said to Zhao Fusheng, “I’ll go over. You stay in the car.”

Regardless, Zhao Fusheng’s identity was special, and he never liked showing his face in front of the media. It was more appropriate for Ye Jing to handle this himself.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Alright, you deal with the reporters. I’ll slip in quietly.”

With his assistant Wu Sijie and a few bodyguards, Zhao Fusheng quietly entered the police station through a side door.

Meanwhile, Ye Jing and his secretary were blocked at the entrance by the crowd of reporters.

“President Ye, why did your company’s artist resort to physical violence?”

“Does Future Film neglect the cultivation of artists’ character?”

“Does Wang Qiang’s assault reveal a hidden tendency toward violence in his daily life?”

“President Ye, President Ye, please answer our questions directly!”

Clearly, the reporters had reached a consensus beforehand on this matter. As soon as Ye Jing appeared, they began bombarding him with questions and targeting him.

Ye Jing, of course, paid no attention to this.

Having navigated the entertainment industry for so many years, as a big shot in the Beijing circle, handling such a small scene was a piece of cake.

“Friends from the media, I’ve only just received the news myself. I’m not clear on the specifics either,” Ye Jing said, first raising his hand to signal those around him to quiet down, then continued, “Regardless of what happened before, I think now that both parties are inside the police station, everything should be based on the police’s conclusions. Please trust in the fairness of the law.”

Routine!

Absolutely routine!

Every reporter present was a seasoned veteran; none of them failed to catch the implication in Ye Jing’s words.

Clearly, Future Film had no intention of playing the game of sacrificing a pawn to save the king.

Ye Jing was actually going to stand by Wang Qiang!

A few familiar reporters exchanged glances, all surprised. They couldn’t understand why Future Film didn’t quickly distance itself under these circumstances. Could it be that Wang Qiang really had some big shot backing him?

They actually didn’t know what had happened today either. They had just been called by their editors-in-chief and told to rush here for interviews. After all, in the domestic entertainment industry, this was the first time a celebrity had assaulted a reporter.

In other words, these reporters felt like they were witnessing history.

They even thought that with the pen in their hands, they could decide Wang Qiang's future!

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Of course, Zhao Fusheng knew nothing about the reporters' fantasies, because at this very moment, accompanied by Wu Sijie, he was walking into the police station.

“Chairman, maybe I should go in first.”

Wu Sijie, following close behind Zhao Fusheng, said in a low voice.

In his view, Zhao Fusheng, as the dignified chairman of Future Group and a billionaire worth tens of billions, had no need to get involved in this matter.

Even if he and Wang Qiang were close friends, it was unnecessary.

As the chairman's assistant, Wu Sijie knew very well who provided his livelihood; no matter when or where, he always had to consider things from Zhao Fusheng's perspective.

“It's fine.”

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood Wu Sijie's meaning, but still shook his head: “Let's go.”

There were some things he didn't need to explain to Wu Sijie. Although playing it safe or lying low was not wrong, that was for others.

Wang Qiang was the sworn brother Fan Baobao had acknowledged, and also someone he considered a friend. Zhao Fusheng couldn't bring himself to be so cold and ruthless.

The two walked into the police station and were soon stopped.

A young man in police uniform blocked them: “Who are you?”

“Hello, we are from Future Group.” Wu Sijie stepped forward and handed over his business card: “I am the assistant to the chairman of Future Group. I'd like to ask, where is Wang Qiang, the artist under our group, right now?”

The young police officer was momentarily stunned: “You say you're the assistant to the chairman of Future Group?”

“Yes, this is my business card. Our company's legal counsel is on the way.” Wu Sijie said calmly.

This was the truth. When they came, Zhao Fusheng had already asked Ye Jing to call a lawyer. Regardless, it was better to be safe.

“Uh, they're in the meeting room.”

The young police officer took Wu Sijie's business card, glanced at it, was immediately startled, and quickly said to Wu Sijie.

He really hadn't expected that the people coming were from the group headquarters, and even the chairman's assistant. Didn't that mean this matter had blown up?

As a grassroots police officer, many people always thought these cops lived quite happily, but in fact, that was far from the truth.

In the capital, the one thing never lacking was officials. Who knew if the old man walking his bird in the garden used to be a division-level cadre or an old revolutionary? Being a police officer here meant, frankly, lots of work, poor pay, and occasionally running into trouble you couldn't afford to mess with.

Just like now, for no reason they received a call, went out, and came back with a celebrity and a beaten reporter.

Then, the entire police station was surrounded by media reporters outside.

That was bad enough, but the beaten reporter was relentless, and the celebrity who did the beating was self-righteous. Thinking about the tense atmosphere in the meeting room just now, the young police officer couldn't help but get a headache.

But now his mood was much better, after all, the one truly with a headache wasn't him, but their station chief.

On one side was Wang Qiang, a celebrity public figure backed by a big company like Future Group. On the other side was a reporter from the New Beijing News, known as the uncrowned king.

Tsk tsk!

It was like Mars hitting Earth!

Watching Zhao Fusheng and Wu Sijie's backs disappear into the meeting room, the young police officer grew even more eager to see what would happen next.