The two arrived at the conference room, where the sales manager, legal manager, and secretary were waiting.
Mo Laishi said, "Come down with me."
After saying that, Mo Laishi turned and left.
The three people in the conference room looked at each other, but finally followed.
When he arrived at the first floor of the company, Mo Laishi saw that there was indeed a group of people gathered outside the door.
Some of them held banners, some shouted slogans, and everyone was excited.
The reporters were clicking their shutter buttons.
"The general manager of Ling's Pharmaceuticals has come out."
Someone in the crowd shouted, and the others rushed forward, and the security guards almost couldn't stop them.
After coming out, Mo Laishi looked around, then gathered all his energy and shouted, "Everyone, be quiet."
The sound was like thunder, causing pain in everyone's eardrums.
The whole audience was silent, and they were all stunned by Morais's aura for a moment.
"Whoever is the leader, come out and speak." Mo Laishi said loudly again, but this time he did not use his true energy.
A man stood out from the crowd. He was a young man in his thirties named Wen Chao.
Wen Chao said with a look of grief and indignation, "My father died from the cold medicine from your Ling's Pharmaceutical Company. I want compensation from you."
"You said your father died from taking our cold medicine. Do you have any evidence?" Mo Laishi asked calmly with his hands behind his back.
"What more evidence do you need? My dad died after taking your cold medicine last night. He's still there. If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself."
Wen Chao excitedly pointed to a stretcher nearby, on which lay a man in his fifties.
Morais narrowed his eyes, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curled up.
He asked Du Feng standing beside him, "Manager Du, if someone fabricates rumors, slanders, or even frames our company, damaging its reputation, what responsibilities will you bear?"
Du Feng, the manager of the legal department, was quite professional. He blurted out, "Fabricating and spreading false facts, damaging the business reputation or product reputation of others, causing significant losses to others, or other serious circumstances, shall be subject to imprisonment of not more than two years or criminal detention, and/or a fine."
"At the same time, our company has the right to recover all economic losses caused by the damage to its reputation."
Wen Chao's expression changed noticeably when he heard this, but he quickly returned to normal and said, "You want to scare me? I was raised to be scared. Anyway, if you don't give us an explanation today, we won't leave."
After Wen Chao finished speaking, the crowd behind him also started to make a fuss.
"Yes, we won't leave unless you pay us."
"Down with the unscrupulous merchants and give us justice."
"Unscrupulous merchants will not have a good death."
The reporters' cameras were aimed at Morais, as if they didn't want to miss any expression on his face.
Mo Laishi was not in a hurry. After the group of people had almost finished shouting, he slowly said, "You said your father is dead? What if I can prove that he is not dead at all?"
"Impossible, my father stopped breathing last night." The young man's face changed again.
"Why do I feel that you are not happy at all when you heard that your father is not dead? Is he your father?" Mo Laishi asked jokingly.
Wen Chao paused when he heard this, and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Mo Laishi raised the corner of his mouth and said to the reporters, "Dear journalists, I can guarantee that there is absolutely no problem with the cold medicine produced by our company, and this old man is not dead. If you don't believe me, I can wake him up right now."
As soon as these words were spoken, they caused an uproar.
"Sir, can what you say represent Ling's Pharmaceutical Group?" asked one of the reporters.
At this time, Ling Yunshuang stood up and said to all the reporters, "I am Ling Yunshuang, the president of Ling's Pharmaceuticals. This is Mr. Mo Laishi, the largest shareholder of Ling's Pharmaceuticals. I can clearly tell you that Mr. Mo's words are absolutely representative of Ling's Pharmaceuticals."
When the reporters heard that this white-haired young man was actually a major shareholder of Ling's Pharmaceutical, they were all excited and started to take pictures of Mo Laishi.
Some reporters even prepared microphones and recorders to interview Morais.
"Everyone, I think the most important thing right now is not the interview, but to find out whether this old gentleman is dead or not. If not, I have reason to suspect that this is a premeditated rumor-mongering and smear campaign, and we at Ling's Pharmaceuticals will definitely get to the bottom of it." Mo Laishi said each word in a firm voice.
Wen Chao felt Mo Laishi's sharp gaze and took a step back involuntarily.
He felt a little uneasy now. Could it be that this person really had a way to wake people up?
Mo Laishi walked down the stairs and came to the old man on the ground.
"What are you going to do?" Wen Chao asked nervously.
"Of course it's to save your father. What? Don't you want to?" Mo Laishi looked at Wen Chao with a smile.
"I...I..." Wen Chao stammered and couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.
Morais ignored him and squatted down to check the old man's body.
The old man's skin was pale and he had no breath, he really looked like a dead person.
Morales smiled.
You dare to play such tricks in front of me? Just wait for me to help you "cure" you.
He took out a few silver needles and prepared to perform the Nine Soul-Restoring Needles.
Mo Laishi's hands moved very quickly, inserting six silver needles into the old man's Shenting, Yangbai, Baihui and other acupuncture points in turn.
After doing all this, Mo Laishi slapped the old man on the chest and shouted, "Get up!"
The old man suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight.
The others were startled and stepped back.
The reporters were so frightened that they almost couldn't hold their cameras steady.
"Holy crap, he really came back to life! I've been a reporter for all these years and I've never seen anything like this."
"Resurrection from the dead? This is simply a miracle. How did he do it?"
Of course, the discussion did not prevent the reporters from filming everything.
After the old man got up, he was stunned for a moment, then he began to vomit violently, and a sour and foul smell immediately filled the whole place.
Those who came to surround us retreated further away, as if avoiding the plague.
This also includes Wen Chao.
Mo Laishi sneered and said, "Isn't he your father? Why are you not happy at all that your father woke up and are avoiding him as much as possible?"
Wen Chao's face burned with pain after being told what he was thinking, but he still insisted, "Even if my father didn't die, it doesn't prove that your cold medicine is okay."
"You won't cry until you see the coffin."
Mo Laishi sneered and then said to the reporters, "Dear journalist friends, I have evidence to prove that they are deliberately looking for trouble, and this is a serious rumor-mongering and smear campaign."
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