After closing the door of Lin Xiangwan's room, Luo Jun stopped and said, "Take good care of her. If anything unusual happens, call me at any time."
The special guard in the corridor immediately agreed, "Okay, Mr. Luo."
"Thank you." Nodding slightly to the other party, Luo Jun walked down the steps, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and dialed Han Qing's number, "How is the situation over there at Xiaochen?"
"I just sent Miss Chu and Lele home. Two bodyguards stayed there. I have told them to be more careful." Han Qing replied on the other end of the phone.
Luo Jun opened the door and got on the car outside. "We will arrange a private room in the Golden Palace tonight. I want to treat someone to dinner. You should go back to Emperor Vision immediately. I have something to tell you!"
After hanging up the phone, Luo Jun drove directly back to Emperor Vision.
Because of the previous press conference, there were already many reporters outside the Imperial Vision gate.
The purpose of their coming here is of course to get first-hand information about Luo Jun.
However, the reporters were still very wary of the head of Emperor Vision, so most of them just wandered around and did not feel the need to stop him at the entrance of Imperial Vision like they did with other artists.
Luo Jun took in the looks of everyone in his eyes without much expression. He just drove the car into the parking lot and went straight upstairs.
In the president's office, all the assistants are working hard, and no one dares to gossip.
Han Qing, who came back first, saw Luo Jun and immediately followed him into the office.
Han Qing raised his hand and pushed up his glasses, "Everything has been arranged at the Golden Palace. You can go there at any time."
Luo Jun responded softly, sat on the chair, took out a cigarette from the drawer, lit it, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Because he wanted to protect his throat and didn't want to be controlled by his addiction to cigarettes, Luo Jun smoked very rarely. He would only smoke one occasionally when he encountered difficulties.
After following him for several years, Han Qing also knew his habits and stood at the table quietly waiting for him to speak.
The green smoke slowly dissipated in mid-air. Luo Jun straightened up again and put his hands on his desk.
"Tomorrow, prepare a press conference. In the afternoon, you take people to the lakeside villa and take some photos and information of Xiang Wan."
Han Qing was surprised, "What do you...mean?"
Luo Jun put out his cigarette in the ashtray, "I want to announce the truth."
This decision was completely based on his whim.
If Lin Xiangwan had been replaced by someone else, then the matter would have ended perfectly at this point.
The problem is, he fell in love with Chu Xiaochen.
If this matter continues to be concealed, it is very likely to be self-defeating. If you don't want to hurt Chu Xiaochen at this time, the best way is to announce the truth.
"This..." Han Qing hesitated, "This matter may have some impact on your support rate and Imperial Vision. Would you... discuss it with Mr. and Mrs. first?"
Hearing this, Luo Jun raised his eyebrows and glanced at Han Qing, then raised the corners of his lips and said, "I don't care."
The impact of this incident on Emperor Vision should be minimal, and even if it had any impact, Luo Jun didn't care.
The worst case scenario is that if the stock price drops a little, Dishi's world value will shrink by 120 million.
For Luo Jun, things like money, from childhood to adulthood, were just numbers in his eyes and had no meaning at all.
As for his personal approval rating, he doesn't even care about that.
