The God of War of the Female President

"How could this be?"

"How did the reporter know these things?"

"It just happened tonight. It's only been three hours since the workers started the disturbance. The reporter came so quickly?"

"There must be someone behind the scenes to fuel the flames, trying to ruin the reputation of our Jiangshi Pharmaceutical!"

"Huh, they don't report good things, they insist on reporting these rumors, in order to make public opinion hot, they really lost the original intention of the news media!"

The factory managers were furious.

Jiang Xueqing also looked anxious and a little uneasy. In recent years, the rise of Jiang's Pharmaceuticals has gradually opened up the market in Zhonghai, which has made her colleagues very jealous, so she often suffers retaliation.

Usually there is still time to prepare and deal with it, but now it is an emergency, in case reporters rush in, just ask a few workers to ask about the situation, it will be terrible!
Few of the workers are highly educated, so how could logic be able to compete with these professionally trained reporters? Even if the workers had no intention of speaking ill of the industrial park, the reporters would intentionally direct the topic in that direction.

Jiang Xueqing also showed concern. She knew very well how these reporters would create conflicts and confrontations in order to stir up topics.

If these people were really allowed in, it would be a devastating blow to the reputation of Jiang's Pharmaceutical.

She didn't know what method to use, she subconsciously looked at Shen Lei, but she saw Shen Lei's relaxed face, as if he didn't care about the predicament in front of him at all.

"Shen Lei, what can you do?" Jiang Xueqing hurriedly asked in a low voice, at this moment the only person who can be trusted is Shen Lei.

"Look at mine." Shen Lei blinked, and then climbed up a few steps again, controlled the volume so that the workers could hear it, and prevented the sound from reaching the door: "Everyone, be quiet!" quiet!"

As soon as Shen Lei spoke again, the workers quieted down obediently. They all remembered that the man in front of him had fulfilled his promise, so everyone obeyed him.

Shen Leilang said: "I believe everyone has received their wages, and the arrears of wages can be regarded as a temporary end. But now there are people who want to maliciously smear the image of our Jiangshi Pharmaceuticals. Do you agree?"

"Of course I can't agree!"

"Mr. Jiang's character, everyone can see it tonight. If anyone dares to slander her, my grandson will be the first to disagree!"

"Yes, and me!"

"Jiang is always a responsible and good boss. The person who cheated us is the damn Manager Peng. We can't let those unscrupulous people tarnish the image of Mr. Jiang and the company!"

The workers said one after another.

"Very good!" Shen Lei nodded with satisfaction: "Now, I have an idea. As long as everyone is willing to cooperate and work together, we will definitely be able to help Mr. Jiang and the company overcome this crisis of public opinion."

"Listen up, everyone..." Shen Lei said patiently.

Doorway.

After nearly half an hour of arguing with the security guards, dozens of reporters finally broke in with long guns and short cannons. Like wild dogs looking for rotten meat, they searched for relevant clues in the industrial park.

However, the entire industrial park was empty, and there were hardly any people in sight.

"where is the guy?"

"Why didn't a single worker see it?"

"Didn't it be quite lively just now?"

"Hmph, don't try to hide it from our eyes!"

The reporters frantically looked for someone everywhere.

"Found it!" Finally, a female reporter took the lead in finding a worker. The worker was a middle-aged and honest man, wearing a vest and slippers, smoking a cigarette dully.

"Hello, Uncle Worker!" The female reporter handed the microphone to the worker's mouth, and the assistant behind her also pointed the camera. The female reporter spoke quickly: "I'm a reporter from China Overseas Morning News, can I accept an interview?"

The worker uncle also seemed to be stunned for a moment, nodded very easy-goingly and said, "Okay, what question do you want to ask?"

"According to reports from relevant people, we said that this industrial park of Jiang's Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. has not paid wages to workers for half a year. Is this true?" asked the female reporter.

The uncle worker shook his head and said, "Lesbians, the situation you mentioned didn't happen here. The leaders of the factory are very kind to everyone, especially Mr. Jiang. She is very sympathetic to our workers and often gives out various benefits."

Hearing this, the female reporter frowned, why wasn't she the answer she imagined?She did not give up and continued to induce: "Uncle worker, if you have any grievances or difficulties, you can tell us, we will truthfully report everything and let the whole society support you!"

"I really don't have any grievances or difficulties. I really like this industrial park of Jiang's Pharmaceutical." The uncle worker said to the camera with a smile: "Since you just came, I will use the TV to call my boss." Commercials, TV viewers, if any of you need a job, come here! This is such a great place, I want to work here for the rest of my life."

Both the female reporter and the photographer were a little confused. This uncle worker can do it, but he is so trendy?
"Uncle worker, in fact, you don't have to hide it. We have received accurate information that this industrial park owes all workers wages for half a year. Now that they finally have a chance to speak out, why do you speak for these capitals?" The reporter said encouragingly.

The worker uncle became a little dissatisfied: "I said you girl, I told you that there is no such thing as wage arrears, why do you keep holding on to this issue? Is it because you have grudges against Jiang's pharmaceuticals?" Ah, what's the point of reporting such unrealistic stuff?"

The female reporter's expression turned pale, and she quickly said, "Of course I have no enmity with Jiang's Pharmaceuticals, it's just that our news media want to give workers a chance to speak out."

"What kind of opportunity to speak out? It's like you are giving me alms. You go and go. I don't care about your bad opportunity." The uncle worker became impatient and waved the female reporter away.

How could the female reporter be willing to just leave like this, she said patiently: "Uncle worker, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, when we were at the door just now, we heard a lot of movement here, why is there such a sudden silence gone?"

"Let's have fun together, can't we?" the worker uncle spread his hands.

"But it's already three o'clock in the morning..." The female reporter looked at the time.

"What's wrong at three o'clock in the morning? Could it be that in ancient times, curfews are still popular? I'm willing to have fun, but I'm happy with it. Do you care about it? Let's go!" The uncle worker became grumpy.

The female reporter and photographer had to leave in embarrassment.

The same thing happened to other reporters. The workers they encountered were more and more strange, and they always pretended to be stupid when asked by reporters, and looked around to talk about other things.

The reporters' inquiries lasted for about an hour, but they found nothing. They didn't ask any questions of value. Instead, the workers used the cameras to say a lot of good things about Jiang's Pharmaceuticals.

They were very unwilling and gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

"The answers of these workers are all a routine. Anyway, they just don't answer our questions."

"Too hateful!"

"There must be an expert behind the scenes, and these workers are here to fool us."

"No, we must ask for a trick."

"Go to the worker's dormitory!"

"Yes, there must be people in the worker's dormitory who can answer the truth."

Just do what you say, the reporters rushed to the workers' dormitory, ready to enter to find someone to interview.

However, the reporters had just entered the dormitory of the workers. Beer bottles, Coke bottles, smelly shoes and socks, pots, bowls and chopsticks were all thrown on their foreheads.

"Noisy!"

"Grass, who are you? It's four o'clock in the morning and it's still noisy. Can you let people sleep?"

"These are thieves!"

"Come and catch the thief!"

"Send them to the Public Security Bureau!"

All of a sudden, the lights of several workers' dormitory buildings were turned on, and the workers rushed out with sticks, with fierce faces on their faces, as if they were going to eat people alive.

Where have the reporters seen such a scene? Seeing the workers rushing up desperately, they ran out of the industrial park as if fleeing for their lives.

After finally escaping, the reporters panted desperately, looked at each other, and their faces were full of fear. The incident of breaking into the worker's dormitory at night left a deep impression on them, and it is estimated that they will never play like this again in their lifetime.

Looking at the industrial park behind them, the reporters knew that it was impossible to find out anything this time, so they could only leave the scene dejectedly.

In a building a few miles away from the industrial park, in the office on the top floor.

A young man in a suit was sitting on a chair with red wine in his hand, looking out at the industrial park in the distance through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, with a relaxed expression on his face.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door, and a woman dressed as a secretary walked in.

"What's the situation now?" The young man asked casually.

"Young Master Gong, the plan has failed." The secretary said in a low voice, "Jiang Xueqing used some method to get the workers to obey her and keep the media secret in just a few hours. Those reporters were all Waste, no useful value has been set out."

"Oh?" Gong Feng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing: "This is indeed beyond my expectation. I thought that Jiang Xueqing would be defeated tonight, but I didn't expect that she would be able to survive..."

"Young Master Gong, it's because I'm incompetent and not careful enough." The secretary said shamefully.

"Cui Qing, don't blame yourself, you've done a good job." Gong Feng waved his hand, "There's no rush, let's take a long-term plan. Since Jiang Xueqing can escape this time, let's arrange the next time as soon as possible. Play with her, one time, she will fall into the palm of my hand."

"Yes." The secretary named Cui Qing bowed her head.

Gong Feng drank all the wine in the cup, then put down the cup, stepped on the leather shoes and walked up to Cui Qing, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin: "But the plan failed, and I really need to punish you, I will punish you today." Sleep with me tonight."

"Yes." Cui Qing didn't dare to resist, so she could only agree. Anyway, this is not the first time this kind of thing happened.