Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is going on a date again.

So this matter really needs to be allowed to give him some time and let him think about how to minimize the harm to each other.

In the same house, people in two rooms each have their own thoughts.

Fu Yichen thought for a while, then took out his cell phone and called the public relations department. The phone rang for a long time before someone answered.

There was still a hint of hoarseness in his voice, as if he had just taken a break, and he didn't even know who was calling.

It was Fu Yichen who announced his home, and it seemed as if he suddenly woke up. From the sound, he should have gotten up from the bed and stood on the ground.

"Fu, Mr. Fu, why are you so late and haven't rested yet? Is there something very important that you called me in person?"

The leader of the public relations department was not taken seriously, and Fu Yichen could only meet him from a distance during the annual meeting.

After all, Fu is in the real estate business, and the celebrities around Fu Yichen are all planning and bidding, and no matter how bad they are, they are the sales department.

In addition, Fu's real estate brand is very resounding and has a very good reputation among the people. If it hadn't been for someone secretly replacing materials that year, it would have had a great negative impact on Fu's.

Fu's should now be a world-class commodity real estate company.

Those who own land all over the world are the real invisible rich, and there is no comparison with other industries.

Therefore, at this point in time, as the most inconspicuous department of the company, it received a call from Fu Yichen himself, and that 10,000% was up to no good.

"Didn't you read tonight's Weibo?"

Fu Yichen's non-answer question was full of anger.

Originally, Fu Yichen himself didn't have much hope for his company's public relations department, which assisted in arranging transportation for house-viewing staff and planning a house-viewing and giving out gifts.

Because real estate developers really don’t have much public relations to deal with, and the public opinion issues they have to deal with are enough to make hot legal news.

At that time, the boss may have been detained for investigation, and the next step will be legal work, and it will not be the turn of the small public relations department to appear.

But if it is not useful, it is not useful, but as the boss, Fu Yichen spends so much money every year to support this department.

When he was about to use it now, he found that it had no effect at all. How could he not be angry?

But at this time point, it is simply impossible for him to recruit people on the spot to solve this problem.

At the moment, I can only try to be as calm as possible and let the only available person in my hands quickly find a solution for him.

Otherwise, he might really have to wait until after dawn. Meng Ci woke up and started asking questions about his soul after seeing these Weibo posts.

Fu Yichen couldn't understand Meng Ci's character. He couldn't tolerate even a little bit of sand in his eyes.

In the past, he would have been 80% sure that Meng Ci could make some concessions in their relationship.

Now.

A wry smile appeared on Fu Yichen's face, which was dimly illuminated by the fluorescence of his mobile phone screen.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to face the fact that Meng Ci might really do what he said this time and completely let go of the person he had loved for ten years.

With the current tense situation between the two of them, it would be difficult to sit down and talk properly, let alone make Meng Ci compromise for the future of the Fu family.

"This... not yet."

Just when many thoughts were flashing through Fu Yichen's mind, the boss of the public relations department here quietly squeezed out this answer from the gap between his lips.

Fu Yichen instantly felt as if his years of hypotension had been cured immediately, so thoroughly that he might only have high blood pressure in the future.

However, the people over there were still a bit cautious, so they immediately said that they would go and see it right away, and then give Fu Yichen feedback as soon as possible.

"Don't hang up the phone and think of a solution while you watch. We must respond to this matter head-on as soon as possible."

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

There was a promise, and as expected, he didn't hang up the phone. He even moved from the bedroom to the study, took out his office computer, opened it, and started to log in to the company's Weibo account.

He didn't need to search for any terms at all. He clicked on Weibo and saw the overwhelming number of Aite. The waves of small circles made him dizzy.

The cold sweat instantly wetted his thin silk pajamas, and he had no strength at all, sitting there motionless as if he were a soulless puppet.

"What's going on? Is there any way?"

Fu Yichen irritably pulled open the collar of his pajamas, turned around and poured himself a glass of strong wine, then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and took a long sip.

The strong liquor without ice burned his taste buds and esophagus, turning his empty stomach upside down, making him frown even more tightly.

The manager of the public relations department on the other side of the phone didn't say a word, and both parties fell into a deathly silence at the same time, which made people feel even more irritable.

It's not that the boss of the residence department has nothing on his mind at this time.

In such a short period of time, he even thought about what kind of resume he would submit for his next job.

But I just can't figure out how to solve such a big hot potato.

You must know that he usually drinks tea and eats melon in the office and only looks at other people's hot searches. Now that he has been pushed into the hot search, he is also confused.

But after all, he is still in the workplace. A person who has been in this public relations circle for more than ten years, has never eaten pork and never seen a pig run away?

So, after he sorted out his thoughts, he immediately found a breakthrough in his work.

"Of course there are solutions, but I want to ask Mr. Fu how you want to solve this, whether we are civil or military...and, is Secretary Ye really involved in plagiarism?"

After a series of words, the boss of the public relations department actually wanted the answer to the last question, which has a lot to do with how to handle crisis public relations.

"Tsk."

Fu Yichen made a sound impatiently. At this time, he hated questions the most, to the point where he didn't even want to say a word more.

But the only person he could use obviously didn't know much about the matter, so some necessary explanations were unavoidable.

"I want a proper solution to this matter. It is best to resolve it peacefully. If not, the damage must be minimized. As for Ye Chuge's plagiarism, that is not a thing at all."

After hearing Fu Yichen's decisive answer, the boss of the Ministry of Public Security immediately had a backbone and a goal for his work.

But just in case, he still felt that he should communicate this matter with Ye Chuge, one of the parties involved, alone.

So, he carefully asked Fu Yichen.

"Mr. Fu, can I tell Secretary Ye what happened?"