Wu Yao was stunned, feeling somewhat troubled as he said:
"Uh, but this news isn't conclusive. If Lu Jihan finds out I'm the one spreading it, I'm worried... he'll put an end to my career as a journalist. Chairman Yan, you know how many mouths I have to feed..."
Yan Zhengxiong snorted coldly and interrupted directly:
"You just go ahead and publish the news, I'll take care of the rest. Of course, you won't be short of benefits."
"That's what you said, Chairman, I'll go handle it now!"
Wu Yao put away his phone, happily going off to spread the rumor that 'Lu Jihan won't be long for this world.'
On the other end of the phone, Yan Zhengxiong held the phone with a cold smile.
This reporter named Wu Yao was never anything good, but considering his identity as a journalist, he could be useful.
