I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

Chapter 500 Suspicion and Threats

"This is simply an insult to our faith!" A middle-aged Christian waved his fist angrily, his face full of dissatisfaction and disappointment with Carsales. "Carsales is a platform with a wide range of influence, but it would actually do such a thing. It's simply lawless!"

"We can't just sit there and do nothing! We must unite and express our dissatisfaction and protest to Carsales!" another young Christian shouted excitedly.

As public opinion fermented, more and more Christians joined the ranks of protest. They expressed their anger and dissatisfaction to Carsales through social media, phone calls, emails and other means, demanding that Carsales immediately stop defaming Christianity and publicly apologize.

Norbert also began to direct Carsales' public relations team to take emergency measures to respond.

They issued a statement saying they would conduct an in-depth investigation into the matter and promised to take all necessary measures to maintain the fairness and objectivity of the platform.

However, this statement did not calm the anger of Christians. They believed that Carsales' statement was just perfunctory and did not really recognize its mistakes and responsibilities. Therefore, they continued to protest and demanded that Carsales give a clearer and more specific response.

"Why haven't the police arrived yet? What are they doing?" In the office, Jin Junsu slammed the table hard with his unbandaged hand.

"I'm not sure, maybe they're arresting members of the Guru Cult." Norbert replied without even raising his head. He was busy dealing with public opinion on the Internet.

"You don't know this, and you don't know that. What do you know? Did you do this?" Jin Junxiu looked at him with a sullen face. There were only two of them in the office at the moment, so there was no need to worry about anything.

"I did it? I would be crazy to do that. Do you know that what happened today might bring disaster to the company? I founded Carsales with my own hard work. How can you, an outsider, understand the hardships I have experienced in starting a business? Don't think you can slander me just by paying a little money." Norbert was overwhelmed by what happened on the Internet, and when Kim Junsu said that, he went crazy.

"It's really not you?"

"No, I suspect you were the one who hacked Real-Car's website!"

The two were suspicious of each other.

Real-Car office building.

"Haha, Carsales is really in trouble this time. They deserve it for attacking us." Yuan Shuai shouted excitedly while watching the report in the news.

"Chen Xi is really awesome. He has played them around in circles." Lin Yu understood everything at this time and was full of admiration for Chen Xi.

"Don't be happy too soon. The company still needs to work harder on network protection. The hacker hasn't been dealt with yet." Chen Ran shook his head.

"Yeah, what should we do with that hacker? This guy hides in the dark and can't be dealt with at all." Lin Yu heard this and his face turned bitter again.

"You have done all the work that needs to be done. Don't worry about other things." Chen Xi answered calmly.

"By the way, where is that guy Chen Fu? Is he still staying in the club? If I had known he wouldn't be of any help here, I wouldn't have brought him here." Chen Ran said unhappily while smoking a cigarette.

"He... has a beautiful woman by his side now!" Chen Xi shrugged.

Next to the Carsales headquarters is a busy road, adjacent to a towering viaduct, with roads crisscrossing below, forming a busy traffic scene. People in a hurry come and go, forming a flowing landscape.

As the flow of people increases, some homeless people also choose to stop here. Most of them appear during the day, seeking help and charity from passers-by. Some of them have some talents, so they show them to attract the attention of passers-by; while those without special talents choose a more quiet way of begging - lying quietly on the ground, with a worn-out iron basin next to them, and a piece of cardboard with a few simple words on it, expressing their Buddhist-like begging attitude.

The presence of these homeless people attracted the attention of many passers-by, especially the kind-hearted elderly people. When they saw the plight of these homeless people, they couldn't help but feel pity and took out change from their pockets and gently put it into the iron basin. Two or five yuan, although the amount is not large, it carries people's kindness and care.

"Chen Xi, Chen Xi, why do you always like to use this method to harm people?" A tall and thin man wearing a baseball cap and a sweatshirt whispered. His eyes stayed on the mobile phone screen for a moment, then he raised his head and looked at the homeless people living quietly in the distance.

Hamish, a veteran homeless man, has some talents, but he sneers at the lifestyle of begging for money through art.

He chose a more casual way of begging, and did not even prepare a container for money. Every day, he lay on the ground, holding a cheap cigarette in his hand, and leisurely watched those wandering singers who made a living by playing guitar, with a hint of disdain on his face.

"Hey man, how can you make money lying down like this every day? You need to be more diligent if you want money." The wandering singer next to him finished playing a song, reached out and took out a ten-dollar bill from the basin, and then deliberately shook it in front of Hamish.

"Haha, you're begging for food, how can you talk about being diligent? If you say that, why don't you go find a job?" Hamish said, staring at the other person's long hair that hadn't been washed for a long time as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Look at the others, and then look at yourself. If you want to beg for food, you should at least prepare some props. You don't even have a basin. How can others throw money to you? If the money is thrown on the ground, it will be blown away by the wind." The wandering singer retorted dissatisfiedly.

"You're asking for food, and you're so proud of yourself. You've been screaming all day and disturbing my sleep. I'm going to find a quiet place." Hamish stood up, picked up the cardboard on the ground, and left after saying a few words.

The wandering singer looked at his receding back and shook his head helplessly.

"You fool, you thought hard work could make you a lot of money! This society has long been divided into different classes. It's useless for ordinary people to work hard. Think about me, an excellent student from the University of Auckland. I came here across the ocean, but I'm still begging on the street..." Hamish found a quiet place to lie down, covered his face with a piece of cardboard, and muttered to himself.

"I was born at the wrong time, at the wrong time! In my next life, I must be born into a good family. I am so capable, why should I be despised by others? Just because I am a foreigner and an orphan?" Hamish kept swinging his limbs, as if venting his anger at the injustice of fate.

Suddenly, a piece of paper was stuffed under the cardboard and stuck to Hamish's face. He sniffed it and knew it was a banknote!
Australian money is made of plastic paper with a special smell. He knew it was a large-denomination note as soon as he smelled it, because five-dollar and ten-dollar notes don't have that smell.

Unlike other homeless people, Hamish did not say a word of thanks and chose to play dead to hide his embarrassment. He did not want to show his face and grovel to others, so he always covered his face while sleeping and begging.

"Oh, you don't want the money anymore? Do you think it's too little?" The man who stuffed the money smiled and took out a green hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and stuffed it over.

However, Hamish just lay there motionless.

"I've seen a lot of people like you. You think you can rule the world just because you know a little bit of textbook knowledge. No matter how high your education is, you still have to eat. In fact, work and life are very painful. There are many things you can't do if you study hard. Now, you don't want to work, you don't want to rob, and you don't want to show up on the street to perform. How do you live? There is a kind of job that is very suitable for you. It can help you make some money, and you can also be a hero and solve the hierarchy of this society. Are you interested?" The man said to Hamish, but seeing that the homeless man on the ground did not respond, he squatted down and continued to stuff money into his pocket: "You, think about it, and be quick. You have to know that if you miss this opportunity, you will miss it. Once the money is spent, you will be hungry again soon..."

Hamish on the ground did not refute, but his eyes lit up, and then he took a deep breath. This was not only to feel the taste of the money in front of him, but also because of something the man said touched him.

After more than an hour, Kim Junsu and Norbert finally stopped arguing, not because they had reconciled, but because they were both exhausted. With the noise outside getting louder and louder, both of them could no longer sit still. The Christians outside had thrown all their eggs and started throwing other things. The entire exterior wall of the Carsales building had been completely destroyed. The slogans hanging on the building had been taken down by the employees, but it was useless because the photos had already spread all over the Internet.

"How is it possible that such a big slogan was brought in but the surveillance video didn't capture who brought it in? Someone must have deleted the surveillance footage. Everyone in the security room is a suspect..." Kim Junsu was extremely angry as he looked at the big slogan in front of him.

The enemy made such a big fuss right under his nose, it was simply a slap in his face.

"I have asked the security guards, and no one found any suspicious people entering or leaving the monitoring room." Norbert stroked his chin and thought.

"You're so stupid... Why can't you figure it out? The spy must be one of the security guards." Jin Junsu suddenly changed his words in the middle of his sentence, afraid that they would start arguing again.

"These security guards are from the security company, unless it was the security company who did it, but that's impossible. Our company has no grudge against them, so it must have been done by the people from Carsales."

"Of course I know it was done by the people from Carsales. Where is the evidence? Who did it?" Jin Junsu glared at him unhappily.

"Let's not talk about this now. I just made a phone call and the police said the car is stuck in traffic because those Christians have blocked the road." Norbert spread his hands.

"No one would believe such a lame excuse! I know that there are Christians among the Australian officials. Don't even think about waiting for them to rescue us. You...you are not a Christian too!" Jin Junxiu looked at Norbert suspiciously.

"Humph, you just can't stop doubting me. I came to Australia from the United Kingdom in my early years, and now I only believe in money!"

"Oh, what about the other employees?"

"how could I know……"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Creak, creak, creak."

"Clap clap clap."

As the two were talking, fate seemed to play an ominous prelude. They suddenly heard a strange sound coming from downstairs, which seemed to be the rolling door slowly opening, accompanied by the sound of metal friction, which seemed very abrupt. Jin Junxiu's heart shuddered, and he realized that it seemed too late to ask before.

Then, the tightly closed shutter door on the first floor was quietly opened by an unknown person, as if foreshadowing an unknown storm that was about to sweep in. Outside the door, the group of excited and noisy Christians rushed in like a tide, their noise and footsteps echoing in the empty building, creating an oppressive and urgent atmosphere.

Faced with this sudden change, Jin Junsu and Norbert reacted quickly. They rushed to the meeting room without hesitation, and the two quickly pushed the table behind the door to the front of the door, holding it with all their strength, trying to buy themselves a moment of respite.

"Damn it, open the door!"

"Boom, boom!"

"Find that Asian guy, strip him naked, and write an apology on his clothes."

"Yes, there are reporters downstairs. We need to find a good angle to take pictures!"

There were loud knocks on the door of the conference room, and Norbert breathed a sigh of relief, as if the people outside were only targeting the Korean guy next to him.

But he changed his mind and thought, as the boss of Carsales, no one knows him. His popularity is too low. After this matter is over, he must appear in the news more often to show himself.

"Hey, hurry up, contact the Korean Consulate and ask them to come to the rescue as soon as possible." Jin Junxiu no longer cared about his face. He picked up the phone and asked his men for help.

"What's the point of contacting the Korean consulate? What problem can the consul of your tiny country solve? The Australians will simply not pay attention to him." Norbert shook his head. If Kim Junsu didn't have money in his hand, he would have looked down on the man in front of him.

"Then what do you say we should do? This door will be torn down by them sooner or later." Jin Junsu stared at the door in front of him that was constantly being hit with a gloomy face.

"Actually, there is a solution, and that is to sacrifice myself. I used to say that I am the boss of Carsales, but the distribution of interests between us needs to be changed..." Norbert took the opportunity to put forward his own conditions.

"You bastard, you dare to threaten me in this situation? You're dreaming. If we are going to make a fool of ourselves, let's make a fool of ourselves together. I will drag you down with me even if I die."

"Ha, I'm an Australian. When they come rushing in, I'll pretend to be a Christian and see whether they believe you or me."

Norbert patted his round belly and laughed.

"Why on earth are you doing this? Wasn't the previous investment agreed upon? We also invested so much money..."

"You guy, you can't tell the difference between the big king and the small king, and you treat me like a low-level employee every day. You have to understand that I am the founder and boss of Carsales. Don't bring those bad habits from your Korean country here. What happened today is to make you understand how to respect a partner well..." Norbert shouted with gritted teeth. He had endured for so long, and this time he finally got to hold his head high.

Now there were only the two of them here, and if he just moved the table away, Kim Junsu would definitely be finished. Not to mention being able to stay in the company in the future, he would be too ashamed to stay in Australia.

"Norbert, you despicable villain!" Jin Junsu roared angrily.

Once the thugs outside rush in, his reputation and status will be wiped out in an instant.

At this critical moment, he had to re-evaluate his situation and choices.

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