(Thank you for chatting about appreciating the alliance leader every day, why are you so domineering ~ Your appearance made me see that many people don't support me, but are too lazy to use vertical and horizontal, okay, announce Xiaojingwei again/letter: bawanjing, not an official account.) Eight bowls of Jing pronunciation)

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

If you want to talk about such a thing as suppressing the news, you have to find Yan Jiucheng, he has people from all walks of life.

Yan Jiucheng is his hair, this is a layer of emotional relationship, but the emotional relationship alone is not enough for Liu Xuan to rely on him so much in a time of crisis.

Yan Jiucheng grew up in the army compound, and his grandfather's generation followed the top 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 a side of water and soil.

What's more, his father inherited his grandfather's courage and took the helm of a large oil state-owned enterprise.

When it comes to Yan Jiucheng's generation, it seems to be a little lonely. After he returned from writing overseas, he first became obsessed with Taoism, then went to witchcraft, and then played miscellaneous studies.

In the past, he taught Yan Guodong, a righteous and awe-inspiring name, a pillar of the country, and a proud son of the sky, he didn't say that Guodong Guodong was a jelly, too stupid, and he changed it to Yan Jiucheng, the so-called ten percent of the life is wrong, and ninety percent is just right.

Naturally, it is impossible for his family to change his name to the same name as this fortune teller, and his ID card has not been changed, but he has always introduced him to the outside world, and over time, everyone calls him Yan Jiucheng.

Although he likes these techniques, it is naturally impossible for him to show people feng shui to survive with this background, because he has a wide range of friends and deep connections, what he is best at is a public relations crisis.

Whether it's a corporate PR crisis or a political PR crisis, he can intervene.

To put it bluntly, he understands the routines of the media, and he has connections in the political circles, and because of the miscellaneous studies of learning this and that over the years, what kind of building a house is feng shui and destroying wealth and eliminating disasters, often some people who are three religions and nine streams like it the most, and they have also got in touch.

Not everyone can eat the network meal, especially the network meal of the upper class, after all, when it comes to the upper class, who doesn't have any connections? But Yan Jiucheng is different, his connections are all gold.

networked rice, he ate a lot of money.

No less than five large enterprises hire him as honorary presidents and honorary general managers, and everyone who is supporting him and doing business has a bit of a black background, big or small, once he is targeted and exposed by the media, crisis public relations is extremely important. Even if there is no black background, there is a new product to hold a press conference, and there is a new move to expand its influence, it also needs Yan Jiucheng in case of emergency.

The leaders of at least ten prefecture-level cities called him brothers, not because they formed gangs, but because Yan Jiucheng had a wide range of connections, and listening to some ups and downs, this big leader also had some spectrum when he did some measures.

Not to mention some other miscellaneous identity titles.

Caesars Group is one of his titles.

At this moment, the white belly of the fish in the sky has not yet come out, but Yan Jiucheng has already gotten up, standing in an antique study, facing the writing desk and looking at the person opposite him writing, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your hard pen is indeed a must. "The one who can make Yan Jiucheng use the word 'you' is either an old-fashioned scholar or a high-ranking official.

"Make do with it. The person standing in front of the desk with a hard pen writing "Orchid Pavilion Preface" was wearing an extremely ordinary black coat, the coat had been worn for many years at a glance, and the cuffs were even a little whitish, with his head down, writing seriously, and sighing: "In a flash, I have been practicing this for more than ten years, and I still can't write enough!"

"How can you be, too humble. Yan Jiucheng's words were not flattery, he looked at the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" on the paper with admiration in his eyes, and said that the words were like his person, and this person's words were extremely strong but mellow.

It can be seen that it is hidden deeply.

"Pay attention to the next draft of Dian Gao Leng, don't go overboard. The man said, put the pen down, and rubbed his hands: "Don't drop the chain at a critical time." ”

"Yes. Yan Jiucheng hurriedly agreed, picked up his mobile phone and looked at it.

At this time, Gao Leng, the manuscript was still in the video exposing the production line of Kaiser Group, but half an hour had passed, and there were many more messages at the bottom.

"At half past four, the response speed of the media in our country is slow, and there is not a lot of media attention at this time, only a few retweets. Yan Jiucheng put the phone in his pocket: "Everything is normal." ”

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

Ding Ding Ding, Yan Jiucheng's mobile phone rang loudly, he picked it up and looked at it, grinned and waved his mobile phone: "Liu Xuan." ”

"Ninety percent, something is wrong, something is wrong!" As soon as he answered the phone, he heard Liu Xuan's hoarse voice being forced into a corner to call for help: "My carrion has been exposed!

It seems that even the spittle stars flew out of Yan Jiucheng's phone.

"What?!" Yan Jiucheng's voice was shocked and surprised, and there was a sense of confusion that had just been woken up: "Gao Leng, that grandson, don't panic! Don't panic, I'll look at the time, it's only half past four, it's too late." ”

"Ninety percent, although it's only half past four, but I saw several media forwarded it! He filmed the whole process, Nima still patted the carrion and transported it under my nose, and the labor and management also introduced it in a serious way, 'Our Caesar's production line is first-class, our meat is first-class', you say, you say this is not to kill me, you me?!"

Liu Xuan's voice became louder and louder, with a crying tone.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll help you mediate, what, you prepare some money, you are related to people's livelihood, and it is a food safety issue, you have a lot of attention, the imperial capital has to mediate, it is difficult, you can't withhold this 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, one hundred million." ”

Yan Jiucheng looked slightly stunned, 100 million, this amount exceeded his imagination.

"100 million, you help me suppress the news, and when it is suppressed, brother, I have a heavy thank you alone! Suppress it, you are my brother, my own brother!" Liu Xuan grabbed Yan Jiucheng like a life-saving straw.

After being cold, he had another brother.

"One hundred million" Yan Jiucheng's voice is very greedy, one hundred million, suppressing such a piece of news, is more than enough: "Okay, leave it to me." ”

After hanging up the phone, Yan Jiucheng sighed: "Do you know? Yan Jiucheng gave 100 million." ”

The hard pen with calligraphy written on the opposite side suddenly stopped: "So many? It seems that this person has embezzled/used public funds!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

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

"Brother Yan, what the hell! The goods we transported from the imperial capital Donggang to the general warehouse in Zhonghai City went wrong, and the canvas behind a truck was torn, and even the aluminum box that sealed the carrion was cracked, artificially. ”

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

"Maybe it's a ghost, they all say it's a ghost!"