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

To talk about suppressing news, you have to find Yan Jiucheng, he has people in all walks of life.

Yan Jiucheng was born young. This is an emotional relationship, but the emotional relationship alone is not enough for Liu Xuan to rely on him in a critical moment.

Yan Jiucheng grew up in a military compound, but his grandfather's generation followed him to fight the world, and there were very few top generals who survived. The connections of this identity alone are enough for him to cover the land and water.

What's more, his father inherited his grandfather's courage, and he became a man who was at the helm of a large oil company.

By the generation of Yan Jiucheng, it seems that he has fallen a bit. After he returned from writing abroad, he first became fascinated by Taoism, then he participated in witchcraft, and then he played a lot of miscellaneous studies.

In the past, his name was Yan Guodong. It was a just and awe-inspiring name, a national pillar, and a proud man of heaven. He didn't say that Guodong Guodong was a jelly, too stupid, so he changed it to Yan Jiucheng. The so-called ten percent fate, 90 percent is just right.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to change his name to the same name as the fortune teller at home. The ID hadn't changed, but he kept introducing him like this to the outside world. Over time, everyone called him Yan Jiucheng.

Although he likes these techniques, his background is naturally impossible to show people the life of Feng Shui, because he has a lot of friends and his network is also deep, what he is best at is the public relations crisis.

Whether it is a corporate public relations crisis or a political public relations crisis, he can intervene.

To put it bluntly, he understands the routines of the media, and the politics of politics, he has connections, and because of the miscellaneous learning of this and that over the years, the people who build houses and use feng shui to destroy wealth and disasters are often the most popular among people with three teachings. Yes, they also got in touch.

Not everyone can eat the network meal, especially the network meal of the upper class. After all, at the upper level, who has no personal connections? But Yan Jiucheng is different, his contacts are all gold.

He was full of network meals.

No less than five big companies hire him as an honorary president or an honorary general manager, and support him. Everyone who runs a business has a dark background, big or small. Once the media spotlights him, crisis public relations is extremely important. Even if there is no black background, there are new products to hold a conference, and there are new moves to expand the influence, and Yan Jiucheng is needed in case of emergency.

The leaders of at least ten prefecture-level cities called him brothers and sisters. It was not that they formed gangs, but that Yan Jiucheng had a wide-ranging relationship. Listening to the ups and downs, the leaders also said something when they took certain measures. Spectrum.

Not to mention other miscellaneous status titles.

The Caesars Group is one of his titles.

At this moment, the white belly of the sky hadn't come out yet, but Yan Jiucheng had already gotten up, standing in a quaint study room, facing the desk and watching the opposite person writing, with a smile on his mouth.

"You are indeed a unique character." It is not an old-style scholar or a high-ranking official who can make Yan Jiucheng use the word "you".

"Make it right." The person standing at the desk holding a hard pen and writing "Orchid Pavilion Preface", wearing an extremely ordinary black coat, the coat has been worn for many years at a glance, and the cuffs are even a little white and low. Head, writing seriously, sighed: "Flick, I have been practicing this for more than ten years, and I still don't write well enough!"

"How can I be too modest." Yan Jiucheng's words were not flattery. He looked at the "Lan Ting Preface" on the paper with eyes full of admiration, and said the words are as they are, the characters are extremely strong but round.

It can be seen that it is hidden deeply.

"Pay attention to Gao Leng's next manuscript, don't go overboard." The man said, put the pen down, and rubbed his hand: "Don't drop the chain when it is critical."

"Yes." Yan Jiucheng quickly agreed, picked up the phone and looked at it.

At this time of the high cold, the manuscript still stayed at the video that exposed the Caesars Group's Zhonghai City production line. It was only half an hour later, and there were many more comments below.

"At half past four, the response speed of the media in our country is slow. There hasn't been a lot of media attention at this time. Only a few reposted them." Yan Jiucheng put his phone in his pocket: "Everything is normal."

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

Ding Ding Ding, Yan Jiucheng’s cell phone ringing is so loud, he picked it up and waved the phone with a grin and sneer: "Liu Xuan."

"Ninety percent, something big happened!" As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Liu Xuan's voice hoarsely being forced to the corner to call for help: "My carrion was exposed! Gao Leng exposed it! That day!"

It seems that even Spit Xingzi flew out of Yan Jiucheng's phone.

"What?!" Yan Jiucheng's voice was shocked and surprised, as well as the sense of confusion that had just been awakened: "The grandson Gao Leng actually... don't panic! Don't panic, let me see the time... It’s only half past four now, so it’s too late."

"Ninety percent, although it's only half past four, I saw several media repost it! He captured the whole process, Nima still filmed the rotten flesh being transported under my nose, and the labor and management introduced it seriously. Say, "Our Caesars production line is first-rate, and our meat is first-rate." You said, didn't you say that this is killing me?!"

Liu Xuan's voice became louder and louder, crying.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll help you mediate, so what, you prepare some money, you are related to people's livelihood, but also food safety issues, you are very concerned, the imperial capital needs to mediate, it is difficult, the money is above. You can't hold it." Yan Jiucheng said.

Liu Xuan took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "90%, I will leave this to you. Don't worry, 100 million."

Yan Jiucheng's expression was slightly startled, one hundred million, this number exceeded his imagination.

"One hundred million, you help me press down the news, and when it is pressed down, my brother, I am very grateful to you alone! When pressed down, you are my brother, my dear brother!" Liu Xuan grabbed Yan Jiucheng like a straw .

After being cold, he has 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: "Okay, leave it to me."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Jiucheng sighed, "Do you know? Liu Xuan can pay 100 million."

The hard pen with calligraphy on the opposite side suddenly stopped: "So many? It seems that this person is embezzling public funds!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Ding Ding Ding, Yan Jiucheng's phone rang again, and he answered it.

"Brother Yan, hell! The goods we transported from Donggang to Zhonghai City's general warehouse from the imperial capital have gone wrong. The canvas on the back of a truck was torn open, and even the aluminum skin box that sealed the rotten flesh was torn apart, artificially. "

"Artificial?!" Yan Jiucheng's face suddenly became serious, very nervous.

"It may also be caused by ghosts, they all say they are ghosts!"