After Liu Xuan hung up the phone, he called Yan Jiucheng.

If he wanted to suppress the news, he had to look for Yan Jiucheng. He had people from all walks of life.

Yan Jiucheng was his younger brother. This was an emotional relationship, but it was not enough for Liu Xuan to rely on him so much in times of crisis.

Yan Jiucheng grew up in the army courtyard, and his grandfather was one of the few top generals who survived. Just his connections alone were enough for him to cover a region of water and soil.

Moreover, his father had inherited his grandfather’s courage, and he was a muddle-headed man at the helm of a large oil state-owned enterprise.

When it came to Yan Jiucheng’s generation, it seemed like it had declined a little. After returning from overseas, he first became obsessed with Taoism, then joined the Shaman Numbers, and then began to play with all sorts of miscellaneous techniques.

In the past, his name was Yan Guodong. What a righteous and awe-inspiring name. He was the pillar of the country and the proud son of the heavens. He insisted that Guodong Guodong was a jelly. He was too stupid. He changed it to Yan Jiucheng. The so-called 100% fate tricky, 90% perfect.

Naturally, it was impossible for his family to change his name to that of a fortune teller. His ID card didn’t change, but he kept introducing him to the outside world like this. As time passed, everyone called him Yan Jiucheng.

Although he liked these techniques, his background naturally made it impossible for him to show others how feng shui lived. Because he had a lot of friends and had deep connections, what he was most skilled at was public relations crises.

Whether it was the corporate public relations crisis or the political public relations crisis, he could interfere.

To put it bluntly, he understands the media’s tricks. He has connections in the political arena. And because he has learned this and that miscellaneous studies over the years, those who build houses and spend money and dissipate disasters are usually the ones that are most fond of. They are also related to those who come and go.

Not everyone can eat the rice of connections, especially the rice of connections in the upper class. After all, who doesn’t have any connections when they reach the upper class? However, Yan Jiucheng was different. His connections were all made of gold.

He ate a bowl full of connections.

No less than five large enterprises hired him as their honorary president or general manager. Everyone who raised him was somewhat underhanded, big or small. Once he was exposed by the media, crisis public relations was extremely important. Even if there was no black background, there was a new product launch, and there was a new move to expand its influence, it still needed Yan Jiucheng to prepare for the unforeseen situation.

The leaders of at least ten prefecture-level cities called him brother. They weren’t trying to form a gang. Rather, Yan Jiucheng had a lot of connections. Listening to the ups and downs, this great leader was already a bit too polite when taking certain measures.

Not to mention other miscellaneous identity titles.

The Caesar Group was one of his titles.

At this moment, the fish belly in the sky hadn’t come out yet, but Yan Jiucheng had already stood up. He was standing in an ancient study room, looking at a person writing on the desk with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

“This hard handwriting of yours is indeed unparalleled.” The person who could make Yan Jiucheng use the word’you ‘was either an old-fashioned scholar or a high-ranking official.

“Let’s do it.” The person standing at the desk with the “Orchid Pavilion Preface” written in a hard pen was wearing an extremely ordinary black coat. The coat had been worn for many years at a glance. His sleeves were even slightly pale and he lowered his head as he seriously wrote. He sighed, “In a flash, I’ve practiced this for more than ten years, but it’s still not enough!”

“How can I be too modest?” Yan Jiucheng’s words weren’t flattering. He looked at the “Preface to the Orchid Pavilion” with admiration. The words were like his own, and it was extremely well written.

It could be seen that it was hidden.

“Pay attention to Gaoleng’s next draft. Don’t go overboard.” As the man spoke, he put down the pen and rubbed his hand, “Don’t drop the chain at the critical moment.”

“Yes.” Yan Jiucheng hurriedly agreed and picked up his phone to take a look.

At this moment, in Gaoleng, the manuscript was still stuck in the video that exposed the Caesar Group’s production line in Zhonghai City. It had only been half an hour, and there were a lot of comments below.

“At 4:30, the reaction speed of the media in our country is slow. There isn’t much media attention these days. Only a handful of them have retweeted.” Yan Jiucheng put the phone in his pocket. “Everything’s fine.”

The two continued to chat, while Yan Jiucheng continued to pay attention, while the man continued to practice his handwriting.

Ding ding ding, Yan Jiucheng’s phone rang loudly. He picked it up and sneered as he waved his phone, “Liu Xuan.”

“Ninety percent! Something big has happened!” When he answered the phone, he heard Liu Xuan’s hoarse voice that was forced into a corner and shouted for help, “My rotten flesh was exposed! Gaoleng was exposed! That was the day!”

It was as if even Saliva Star had flown out of Yan Jiucheng’s phone.

“What?!” Yan Jiucheng’s voice was shocked, surprised, and confused, “Gaoleng’s grandson … don’t panic! Don’t panic, I’ll look at the time … It’s only 4:30, there’s still time.”

“Ninety percent. Although it’s only 4:30, I saw several media retweets! He took all the photos, and he even sent the rotten meat over from under my nose. The labor and management even introduced it seriously and said, ‘Our Caesar’s production line is first-rate, our meat is first-rate’. Say, don’t you think this is killing me?”

Liu Xuan’s voice grew louder and louder, carrying a sobbing tone.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ll help you mediate. Then what? Prepare some money? You’re a matter of people’s livelihood and food safety. You have a lot of attention. The imperial capital needs to mediate. It’s hard. You can’t keep the money.” Yan Jiucheng said.

Liu Xuan took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, “Ninety percent, I’ll leave this matter to you. Don’t worry, 100 million.”

Yan Jiucheng was slightly stunned. One hundred million. This amount exceeded his imagination.

“One hundred million! Help me suppress the news! When the news is suppressed, I will thank you alone! You are my brother, my real brother!” Liu Xuan grabbed Yan Jiucheng like he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

After Gaoleng, he had another brother.

“One hundred million” Yan Jiucheng’s voice was very greedy. One hundred million was more than enough to suppress such a piece of news: “Alright, leave it to me.”

After hanging up, Yan Jiucheng sighed, “You know what? Liu Xuan can offer 100 million.”

The hard pen on the other side suddenly stopped. “So much? It seems that this person is using public funds!”

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

Ding ding ding ding, Yan Jiucheng’s phone rang again and he answered.

“Brother Yan, what the hell! Something went wrong with our shipment from Donggang of the Imperial Capital to the main warehouse of Zhonghai City. The canvas behind a truck was torn open, and even the aluminum leather box sealed with rotten meat was cracked. It was man-made.”

“Artificial?!” Yan Jiucheng’s expression turned serious and he was very nervous.

“It could also be a ghost. They all said it was a ghost!”