Chapter 141 Disgrace and Trial by Public Opinion
"You...you..."
Qian Guangming pointed at Bai Shu, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
It's over.
It's all over.
Having seen his share of storms, Feng Jianguo's eyes flashed with a ferocious, beast-like light after the initial shock.
evidence!
As long as we destroy this cassette tape and this tape recorder, we can still cover up what happened today!
"You bitch! You dare to frame me!"
Feng Jianguo let out a beast-like roar, his face contorted with rage as he sprang up from his chair and lunged at the table, his target the tape recorder.
He wanted to snatch it and smash it!
On the other side, Qian Guangming also realized what was happening. He scrambled towards the door of the private room, trying to block it and trap the turtle in a jar.
"Don't let her get away! Tiger! Catch her!" he screamed, his voice distorted.
As long as we can control the people and seize the goods, we still have a chance to turn things around today!
However, they were being too optimistic.
Before Feng Jianguo's greasy hand even touched the edge of the tape recorder, a cold glint flashed in Bai Shu's eyes, and his wrist twitched almost imperceptibly.
A silver needle, as thin as a cow's hair, silently shot out and precisely pierced the numbness in Feng Jianguo's wrist.
"ah!"
Feng Jianguo felt a piercing tingling and numbness in his wrist, and his entire right arm instantly lost all strength, hanging limply down.
He stared in horror at his arm that wouldn't obey him, and before he could figure out what was happening, a slender figure flashed past him.
Bai Shu raised her delicate foot, her movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, and kicked Feng Jianguo's large belly hard.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
Feng Jianguo, weighing over 200 pounds, was sent flying backward, crashing hard into the wall behind him before rolling to the ground, clutching his stomach and convulsing uncontrollably.
On the other side, Qian Guangming had just run to the door, but hadn't had time to pull it open yet.
"Bang!"
The solid wood door to the private room was violently kicked open from the outside!
Amidst the flying sawdust, a figure blocked out all the light from the doorway.
It's Qin Zheng.
He had received the young lady's signal and had been waiting outside the door for a long time.
Qian Guangming was terrified and turned to run away, but Qin Zheng grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up.
"Let me go! Do you know who I am?! I am..."
Qian Guangming was still shouting defiantly but inwardly weakly.
Qin Zheng remained expressionless, and with a flick of his arm, he pinned him to the ground.
Qian Guangming's face landed squarely in the pile of vomit his brother-in-law had left behind.
"vomit……"
Qian Guangming vomited on the spot, even more so than Feng Jianguo.
Just then, another unexpected event occurred!
Outside the private room, a series of chaotic footsteps approached, and then seven or eight men carrying old-fashioned cameras rushed in.
Leading the group was Li Yuanchao, a reporter from the Beijing Evening News!
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
The camera was pointed at Feng Jianguo, who was sprawled on the ground and covered in filth, and at Qian Guangming, who was lying in vomit and making a complete spectacle of himself.
Pointing their attention at the table full of messy, expensive dishes and the tape recorder lying quietly on the table, every angle was excellent news material!
"No filming! What are you doing here! No filming!"
Feng Jianguo finally realized what was happening. He crawled on the ground, trying to cover his face with his hands, his voice sharp and shrill with fear.
"I am Feng Jianguo from the Health Bureau! I order you to hand over your cameras! Otherwise, you're all fired!"
Li Yuanchao pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He walked to the table, carefully picked up the tape recorder, and put it into his briefcase.
After doing all this, he turned to Feng Jianguo on the ground, his voice not loud, but every word clear:
"Director Feng, we are from a news organization, and our duty is to report the facts."
"We'd also like to know, who gave you the authority to collect 'protection fees' from Hong Kong businessmen?"
After saying that, he ignored Feng Jianguo's wailing, waved to his colleagues behind him, and left.
The entire process was smooth and seamless, with excellent teamwork.
Inside the private room, only Feng Jianguo and Qian Guangming, who were slumped like mud, remained, along with a stench that filled the room.
Bai Shu didn't even bother to look at them again, as if he had just stepped on two disgusting cockroaches.
She walked up to Qin Zheng, her voice cold and aloof.
"Call the police. Tell them that someone is dining and dashing here and is also trying to assault people."
"Yes, Miss."
Qin Zheng nodded and turned to leave.
...
The next morning.
The entire city of Beijing was set ablaze by a single newspaper.
The Beijing Morning Post, front page headline, a shocking bold black headline—
Who gave foreign businesses the authority to collect "protection fees"?
Below the title is a high-resolution photo that takes up half the page.
The background of the photo is an extremely luxurious private room in a restaurant, with a table full of leftover food.
The main subjects of the photo are two disheveled men.
A fat man with big ears was lying on his back on the ground, his suit covered in vomit, his expression terrified and contorted.
Another shifty-eyed man was lying on the ground, his face almost buried in a puddle of filth, looking utterly disgusting.
The article was even more explosive. Although Bai Shu's name was omitted and replaced with "Ms. Bai, a Hong Kong businesswoman," Feng Jianguo and Qian Guangming were named by name without any mercy!
The article details how the two abused their power to deliberately make things difficult for outside investors, and how they openly demanded 30% of the company's shares at a banquet under the pretext of "greasing palms."
At the end of the article, the author uses extremely sharp language to question:
"The spring breeze of reform and opening up is meant to attract golden phoenixes, not to fatten up a few bloated rats! When our cadres turn the power in their hands into tools to exploit investors, we are not only hurting the heart of a patriotic Hong Kong businessman, but also the reputation and future of our entire country!"
The newspaper sold out immediately upon release.
From government compounds to the streets and alleys, everyone is talking about this.
"My God! These Feng Jianguo and Qian Guangming are incredibly audacious!"
"They're not just audacious, they're utterly lawless! Thirty percent of the shares—how dare they even ask for that!"
"Serves him right! Look at the pathetic state he looks in the photo, it's truly gratifying!"
"I heard that Ms. Bai, the Hong Kong businesswoman, has incredibly powerful connections! Otherwise, how could she have gotten a reporter from the Morning Post to come?"
At the same time, inside a heavily guarded courtyard house.
Old Chen was wearing reading glasses and holding today's Beijing Morning Post in his hand.
He read it extremely carefully, not even missing the punctuation marks on the newspaper.
After a long while, he put down the newspaper, picked up the teacup beside him, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"This little girl has some guts."
...
The surge of public opinion spurred a thunderous response.
That morning, the industry and commerce and health systems jointly established a high-level investigation team, and Feng Jianguo and Qian Guangming were immediately suspended from their duties and taken away for investigation.
With such irrefutable evidence as audio recordings and photos, their fate was predictable.
They will face severe punishment under Party discipline and national law.
That afternoon.
A black Volga sedan drove directly to the gate of the abandoned electron tube factory on the outskirts of Beijing.
Director Liu of the Industry and Commerce Bureau personally got out of the car, beaming with smiles, and respectfully handed Bai Shu a brand-new, gold-embossed business license.
"Chairman Bai, I'm so sorry! It's our negligence that has caused you to suffer!"
Director Liu's back was bent at a ninety-degree angle, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Rest assured, we have dealt with the bad apples! If you need anything in Beijing in the future, just give me a call! We will definitely provide full support and protection!"
Bai Shu accepted the belated business license, the four large characters "Haitang Technology" shining brightly in the sunlight.
Her face was expressionless; she simply nodded faintly.
"Director Liu is very thoughtful."
After this battle, the name "Hong Kong businessman Bai Shu" became famous overnight in Beijing's business circles and some official circles.
Everyone now knows that this young female boss from Hong Kong Island not only has an unfathomable background, but is also extremely ruthless.
When it moves, it's like a thunderbolt, capable of ensuring that two powerful officials can never recover.
In an instant, all the petty scoundrels who had been eyeing the lucrative "Haitang Technology" company fell silent, no longer daring to harbor any improper thoughts.
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