Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 688 Don’t you want to have a cup of coffee?
"I haven't received any news about this yet..."

Hudson instinctively turned to the bureaucratic evasiveness technique—no understanding, no knowledge, no comment.

This trick almost always works.

When faced with some urgent questions that you cannot answer and no matter how you answer, it will lead to adverse consequences, the best way is to say that you don’t know and make comments after understanding the situation first.

At least we can buy some buffer time and seek a foolproof plan.

"Mr. Hudson, are you going to say you don't know, don't understand, and have no comment?"

Fair didn't give Hudson a chance.

He immediately started the relentless pursuit mode.

Hudson's expression changed slightly.

Normally, speaking in their own capacity, those reporters would at least let themselves finish their words.

But people like Fair don't do that.

Before I could make my final reply, he interrupted me.

This is obviously impolite, even rude.

However, the most impolite and rude methods are often the most direct and effective.

Hudson gritted his teeth secretly, still forcing a smile on his face: "Fell, can't you just let me finish what I'm saying?"

"Of course I can, but I want to hear the truth, not your evasive words. If even I can predict what you're going to say next to brush me off, then what's the point of my asking questions?"

As he spoke, he waved the stack of photos in his hand again.

"I have all the information on these people. From what I know, many of them are obviously connected to our military. As the president's security advisor, shouldn't you be aware of these situations?"

Hudson just opened his mouth to deal with Fair.

I am the president's security adviser and I am very busy. America is so big that it is impossible for me to know everything.

But before he could utter a word, Fair interrupted him again.

"If you say you have no idea, does that mean this secret operation in Siliya was carried out by some intelligence agency or even the military on its own?"

Hudson stared at Fair, the anger in his heart enough to burn him to ashes.

But you still have to keep a calm and kind smile on your face.

"Fell, you know that someone in my position can't speak carelessly, especially about matters I don't understand. I must first understand the situation before I can respond..."

Before he could finish, Fair raised another stack of information and delivered another fatal blow.

"There's something even more interesting here. According to some information I've obtained, there was an extremely dangerous individual living in the town of Qarashuk that night. His name is Baghdadi. He was once a detainee at Guantanamo Bay. However, strangely, over two years ago, he was suddenly released as a 'low-threat' individual. He then returned to Iriguto and joined the I5I5 armed forces. In just two years, he became the organization's supreme leader and declared his allegiance to the Ladang, becoming an affiliate of al-Qaeda."

"And the people in the photo happened to be in Galashuk that night, and they engaged in a fierce battle with another mercenary group..."

Just as Fair was loudly questioning and publicly exposing the information, Hudson's secretary and assistant turned and walked into the room next to the podium and called a security office staff member.

"Call Pence immediately and find out where Fair got his information from. He'd better give us an explanation as to why the blocked information has now fallen into Fair's hands!"

"Okay, ma'am."

"and many more."

The female assistant stopped the staff member who was about to leave.

"Call Pence immediately and ask him to come to Mr. Hudson's office. We need to talk to him after the press conference."

"Yes, ma'am."

As the staff member left, the security guard on guard came over and whispered, "The situation in the press conference room is a bit chaotic right now. I suggest that Mr. Advisor leave first."

"Ok, I see."

After saying that, the female assistant turned to an office spokesperson and said, "Tina, Mr. Hudson will leave first. You will immediately go on stage to inform the reporters, announce the end of the press conference, and inform all questions that we will have clear answers after we have made an understanding."

"Okay." The spokesperson was professionally trained.

She knew exactly how to control the situation.

After the female assistant finished giving some instructions, she immediately turned around and returned to the podium. She whispered a few words to Hudson, saying that there was an urgent matter to deal with and the time was up.

Hudson deliberately left his microphone on and asked, "Is the meeting important?"

The female assistant deliberately raised her voice: "It's very important."

Hudson quickly turned around and faced all the reporters, shouting, "Reporters, I have something important to attend to today. Originally, I was scheduled to answer questions for only ten minutes after my briefing, but my schedule is very tight. We're already five minutes overdue..."

He deliberately checked his watch to make himself look like he was in a real hurry.

At this time, the spokesperson of the Security Advisory Office who had been arranged in advance quickly walked onto the stage. The female assistant cast a look at Hudson, and Hudson understood and immediately turned around and left. In less than ten seconds, he disappeared behind a side door of the press conference podium.

"Mr. Hudson, are you unwilling to answer my question directly? Then can I write in my newspaper and website tomorrow that you refuse to answer the question? Your attitude is subtle."

The other reporters did not mind the trouble and began to whisper to each other and deliberately raised their voices to raise various questions.

The spokesperson could only shout like a speaker in a British parliament: "Everyone, please keep quiet. This is not an amusement park, this is a press conference. If anyone disobeys my orders, I will have security escort you out."

Now comes the very clever moment.

There were originally only two security guards in the press conference room. Now, seven or eight tall, strong, and broad-shouldered security guards walked in from the entrance of the press conference room, staring at every reporter present with a fierce look.

Two of the security guards even slowly moved closer to Fair, looking like they were waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Seeing Hudson leave in embarrassment, Fair showed a victorious smile.

He just enjoyed this feeling, making bureaucrats embarrassed and embarrassed in public, or even running away in embarrassment.

Every time this happened, he enjoyed it as if he were eating a delicacy.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Feier sat back in his seat with a smile and stopped asking questions.

The press conference finally quieted down, and everything returned to the routine and unremarkable garbage time.

After asking some irrelevant questions, the other reporters finally had nothing else to ask.

After the meeting, Fair was immediately surrounded by his colleagues.

"Fell, let's go to Dolcezza (the name of the coffee shop) and have a cup of coffee and talk slowly. We are very interested in what you have. If it is possible, the conditions will satisfy you."

"Fell, I'd also like to schedule a time to talk with you. Are you interested? We could even do an interview with you. Can we arrange a time within the next two days?"

……

Colleagues swarmed over like flies seeing shit.

Of course, Fair would not hand over the valuable news materials in his hands so easily.

He felt a little dizzy at this moment.

The feeling of being the center of attention has returned.

What Song Heping had said to him had long been forgotten at this moment.

"I'm quite busy and don't have much time. Sorry everyone."

After saying that, he tried hard to squeeze out of the crowd, separated everyone, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Just after leaving the press conference, Fair quickly returned to the parking lot to pick up his car. He now had to rush back to his company office to write press releases for his website and local TV station, hoping to have them published in the newspaper or on his TV show tomorrow.

Although the TV station's influence is a bit small, the news is explosive enough. It is estimated that other big TV stations will not only come to buy the broadcasting rights, but also boost the reputation of this small local TV station, which will be of great benefit to the future development of his media company.

Just as I opened the car door with the key, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Old friend, don't you want to have a cup of coffee?"

(End of this chapter)