Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

766: Chapter 759: Wan Yun’s Response 766: Chapter 759: Wan Yun’s Response The newspapers in the Capital City have reported on the Baihe Foundation for five consecutive days, making the entire city boil like bubbling hot water.

The trash thrown in front of the Baihe Foundation’s gates is piling up, turning the area into a garbage dump, and the foundation’s staff don’t dare to go to work for fear of being attacked by the public.

The rumors in the streets are swirling, with all sorts of theories.

The most talked-about is, of course, Wan Yun.

Ninety-nine percent claim that she embezzled the foundation’s money, while a tiny 0.1 percent know there must be signs of the Jins involved, but no one dares to speak up.

While the outside world is buzzing with speculation, Wan Yun seems to have gone into hiding, not even showing her face, let alone coming out to explain.

As everyone speculated that Wan Yun was too guilty to face the public, the long-silent Baihe Foundation finally responded by issuing a statement, announcing that a press conference would be held on the afternoon of July 17th to explain the issues of spoiled food and expired medicine.

As soon as this statement was released, media from across the nation flocked to the Capital City, eager to arrive at the scene first and obtain the firsthand report.

Sisi also prepared herself and slipped into the conference hall with Zhang Jie, and Shangguan tagged along as well.

Sisi understood their concern for her safety and did not reject their kind intentions.

Wan Yun appeared to have meticulously dressed up, but even the thick foundation couldn’t hide the blue under her eyes, indicating she hadn’t had it easy these past few days.

And rightly so.

After doing so many immoral things, it would be too easy if she didn’t suffer a bit!

The hall was already packed with reporters carrying cameras, dusty and weary, including many foreign reporters, all itching to ask their questions.

Wan Yun first delivered a deeply profound self-examination, speaking earnestly and sincerely, essentially explaining that as the foundation’s leader, she failed to manage the foundation well, leading to a few small mishaps that might inconvenience people in the mountainous regions, and she could not shirk this responsibility.

She added that no one is perfect, and no one can do things flawlessly, asking everyone to allow her some room for error, promising to improve over time, and not to let down the party and the people’s expectations.

Sisi was almost nodding off.

Damn, all these are just clichés.

She doesn’t do the work properly but is quite adept at official jargon.

Then Wan Yun shifted her tone, saying that although the foundation had some minor mistakes, it couldn’t possibly be as exaggerated as the newspapers claimed, with things like moldy food and expired medicine being absolutely impossible.

Those writing such reports were purely slandering and distorting the facts, with a heart could be condemned!

Wan Yun became more and more excited, implying repeatedly that someone was up to no good behind the scenes, aiming to bring down the Baihe Foundation and sully her name.

Though Wan Yun didn’t name names, everyone present wasn’t a fool and could tell whom she meant.

The reporters present were all seasoned veterans, familiar with the ways of Jianghu, so even though they knew whom Wan Yun meant, no one dared to call it out.

The Jins and the Yun Family were both big shots and were not to be messed with!

Zhang Jie angrily said, “It’s a waste of talent that this person isn’t acting.

Look at her expression; those who don’t know would think it’s real!”

Sisi chuckled, Wan Yun certainly had some skills; otherwise, Jin Guangrong wouldn’t have let her manage such a key money-laundering hub as the foundation.

Because of Wan Yun’s speech, the audience was momentarily silent, and no one asked questions.

Wan Yun felt a bit smug seeing the reporters being awed by her words, knowing it was all due to the Jins backing her.

So she was even more reluctant to give up her position as the Jin family’s daughter-in-law; as long as she held this status, she would be fine.

Suddenly, a straightforward foreign reporter stood up, using imperfect Z language to ask, “Ms.

Wan, you just said someone was defaming you in the background.

Are you referring to Ms.

He Sisi?”

Wan Yun was taken aback, stunned.

What kind of reporter was this?

Asking so bluntly, didn’t he understand the principle of ‘I know, you know, everybody knows, just don’t say it out loud’?

Sisi couldn’t help but laugh, foreigners can be quite adorable at times!

Wan Yun forced a smile and said, “I didn’t say it was He Sisi.

Sir, you misunderstood!”

But the earnest reporter seemed to love the truth.

Normally, upon hearing Wan Yun’s response, others would have dropped it, but now…

“No, from all the adjectives Ms.

Wan used earlier, there’s only Ms.

He Sisi in the Capital City and even in Z country who fits that description.

I can’t think of anyone else!”

Sisi almost burst into laughter, she had to give this reporter a banner in recognition!

The reporter stubbornly stared at Wan Yun, embodying a spirit of inquiry with ‘I will keep looking at you until you give me an answer,’ almost making Wan Yun’s smile falter.

Luckily, Wan Yun had her people among the reporters, and seeing the atmosphere freeze, someone immediately jumped in with another question to maneuver past the awkward moment.

Wan Yun’s people were very purposeful, and the questions they asked all benefited the foundation, each one a whitewash for the Baihe Foundation, only short of placing a Holy Mother cap on Wan Yun.

“Ms.

Wan Yun is dedicated to serving the people, venturing into remote mountainous areas to distribute supplies, volunteering for the foundation for years without taking a salary, treating the foundation as her home, working tirelessly and diligently.

We all see it, and regard Ms.

Wan Yun as a role model.

If it weren’t for someone defaming the director behind her back, she wouldn’t have allowed us to reveal these circumstances!”

The foundation’s staff were deeply emotional, shedding tears and choking with sobs during key moments, making one admire Wan Yun’s ability to manage people.

The audience was full of sighs, and their mental scales tipped slightly towards Wan Yun.

Sisi sneered, of course, Wan Yun wouldn’t care about that little dead salary, the foundation could casually spill out enough to pay her salary for several years.

However, Wan Yun was well-prepared.

No wonder she was silent for five days, she was out recruiting actors.

One after another, small-statured, dark-skinned mountain folks took the stage, both men and women, old and young, around ten people, standing bashfully on stage, unsure of where to put their hands and feet.

These people couldn’t speak Mandarin, and their dialect was incomprehensible, so the foundation specially hired a college student from province Y to translate.

“What’s Wan Yun playing at now?” Zhang Jie whispered.

“Putting on a show, let’s just calmly watch, it’s a rare grand play!” Sisi replied indifferently.