"I would like to promise everyone in society who is concerned about this matter through your esteemed media that the vegetables from Xishan Manor have absolutely no issues. They have become so delicious only after years of cultivation, and they certainly have no side effects,"

"Currently, the relevant authorities have taken vegetable samples for testing, and I believe that there will soon be a definitive conclusion. At that time, we at Xishan Manor will definitely hold those responsible for slander and rumor-mongering accountable!"

"Boss Ling, there are many people outside Xishan Manor holding banners, claiming that their relatives died from poisoning after eating vegetables from Xishan Manor. How do you explain this?"

The female journalist pointed to the people outside the door and questioned Ling Zhenfei with a tone that, to him, seemed like she was accusing him of making excuses.

"It's surprising you're a journalist. Can't you distinguish between right and wrong? Those outside are just people kicking us while we're down. Our vegetables are supplied directly to high-end restaurants and hotels. If their relatives really died of poisoning at those places, they should be approaching those restaurants and hotels first. If there really was an issue, those establishments would definitely contact us, but we haven't received any complaints from them, so it must be false."

"We live in a society governed by law where everything relies on solid evidence. For the media that used to be fair and just to publish unverified smears as news, it is utterly preposterous. We at Xishan Manor will hold such media accountable when the truth comes out. I hope media friends pay attention to their words and actions, and seek the truth through facts,"

These were Ling Zhenfei's heartfelt words, and although only a day had passed, he felt as if a year had gone by. It seemed like he had endured a whole year of torment. Now with this opportunity, Ling Zhenfei, moved, ended up speaking his mind completely.

After he finished, Ling Zhenfei felt a bit regretful. He had said a lot about the media and had overlooked that the woman in front of him also represented the media. Surely, she must feel somewhat offended by his words.

The expression on the female journalist's face indeed didn't look too pleased, but as a journalist, she didn't directly show her displeasure. However, everything in her eyes was very clear. Ling Zhenfei knew he had said enough; after all, there is truth in the saying, "the more you speak the more likely you are to err."

"I apologize, my journalist friend, I've spoken too much today. I'll stop here for now. Once the results of the relevant departments' tests are out, I will promptly communicate them to my media friends,"

After finishing, Ling Zhenfei walked away, not answering any more questions from the female journalist behind him.

Ling Zhenfei felt extremely uncertain, unsure whether agreeing to this interview was the right decision. At this moment, he felt like he had to leave it to fate.

No, he couldn't just leave it to fate. He had control over his own destiny, Ling Zhenfei wasn't easily defeated, he should counterattack.

To counterattack Tianhe Group alone was not enough; he had to mobilize all his relationships. It wasn't certain who could turn against him with enough people on his side.

"Officer Han, hello."

The first person Ling Zhenfei thought of was Han Lian. Regardless, Han Lian was someone within the police force and must have quite a few connections. Ling Zhenfei made a call, and Han Lian answered promptly.

"What's the matter, Young Master Ling? I'm really busy,"

"I know that Officer Han is busy, but even so, you should care about whether I live or die. I feel that if I hadn't called you, maybe you would never see me again."

"What happened?"

It seemed that Han Lian truly didn't know about the major incident at Xishan Manor.

"Do you really not know?"

"Of course I don't know, what's wrong with you? Are you terminally ill? I'm currently handling a big case, and I'm about to die from exhaustion. Oh, and it's the drug trafficking case you know about, I anticipate a breakthrough soon."

It must be said that Han Lian was indeed born to be a police officer, getting excited even as she spoke about the case.

"Enough, I won't talk anymore. Go online and check it out, I've been framed and am about to go bankrupt, and I might even get killed. I've asked you for many favors without expecting anything in return, but this time I must ask for your help, immense gratitude cannot be expressed in words."

Ling Zhenfei was very serious and managed to confuse Han Lian, who didn't know what had happened.

"What exactly is so serious? I'm too lazy to check it myself online. Just tell me what happened. I can certainly help you. Besides, you are our city's honored citizen and a city hero. Even if I weren't to help, approaching Director Guo would be effective."

As Han Lian said this, she reminded herself that she had indeed received some honors as a citizen and city hero, purportedly personally endorsed by the mayor. If she were to meet the police director, he should give some consideration.

Ling Zhenfei thoroughly shared his ordeal with Han Lian, who, upon hearing half of it, became furiously indignant.

"This is outrageous, a clear defamation! Is there no law left? How can there be such shameless corporations in our Binyang City? Wait, I'm going to see Director Guo right now; I must flatten this Tianhe Group no matter what."

After finishing her speech, the ever-action-oriented Han Lian had already hung up the phone, presumably to seek the director. As for what she intended to do, Ling Zhenfei did not know, but he was certain whatever Han Lian did would be for him and surely help with his situation.

After finishing the call with Han Lian, he then dialed Zhuo Yue. Earlier attempts to reach Zhuo Yue had failed, but this time the call went through.

"You bastard, finally unable to hold back and decided to call me."

Hearing Zhuo Yue speak like that, Ling Zhenfei knew Zhuo Yue must have already heard about the Xishan Manor incident. After all, even though Zhuo Yue was an undercover journalist, he was still a member of the press, and how could he not know about such explosive news?

He really was an idiot; when he was in the provincial city, he should have called Zhuo Yue directly since Zhuo was working at the TV station there; he might even have been able to help immediately, or at least give some advice.

"Yes, Journalist Zhuo, who else could I turn to in this situation? You're wise, articulate, and highly capable, surely you must have some good solutions, right?"

At that moment, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but flatter Zhuo Yue, as he was in dire need of help.

"Really?"

"Of course, it's true. Could there be any doubt?"

Zhuo Yue laughed heartily. Hearing these words from Ling Zhenfei's mouth was truly not easy, and she greatly enjoyed the feeling.

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