"You... you are..."
Everyone was startled by the sudden appearance of this person. His face was world-famous, and anyone who had seen even a little international news would recognize his identity...
The Heaven-Sent Hero among politicians who had challenged national conglomerates single-handedly, then returned as a legendary winner of life after lying low for four years.
"Mr. Song Zaiyi..." The female reporter who had led the group hurriedly put away her mocking expression and greeted him with great respect.
Song Zaiyi cast her a cold glance but could not be bothered to respond. Instead, he looked toward Cindy, who had been forced into retreat moments ago.
"You wanted to accomplish something so great, yet this is all the backbone you have?"
Cindy froze and stared blankly at Song Zaiyi. Was he talking to her?
Why would someone like him go out of his way to say this to her?
"What? Are you so frightened that you can't even speak?" Song Zaiyi said coldly.
"I..." Cindy flushed with embarrassment. "Isn't it because people like you big shots have so much influence? I... I'm just a minor reporter. Isn't it only natural for me to be frightened?"
"Big shots? Them?" Song Zaiyi looked amused.
The reporters' expressions tightened at once. They felt that he had come with hostile intentions...
"If their influence were really as useful as they claim, why would Qing Ming meet with you privately instead of inviting them?" Song Zaiyi coldly glanced at the arrogant reporters. "Don't tell me you still don't know why Qing Ming values you?"
"W-Why?" Cindy stammered.
"Obviously because you're important..." Song Zaiyi sighed as he looked at her. "Your stance is important, and the reputation you've built through years of persistence in the Third World is even more important. As for these so-called mainstream