Chapter 120: Responding is a sophistry, avoiding is a guilty conscience
As expected, the footage of Wen Liang and Fu Zheng being blocked by reporters and refusing to show up was soon posted online.
In the eyes of netizens, responding is quibbling and evasion is guilt.
Public opinion is intensifying.
Tang Shishi couldn't help but forward the video and wrote: I have a clear conscience and no demons or monsters should get involved.
Ever since the makeup incident, she spoke out for Wen Liang, and netizens knew she was Wen Liang's friend. They found her through Weibo and scolded Tang Shishi as well.
Tang Shishi was not afraid and started arguing with netizens on her Weibo.
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An impromptu meeting was held in the afternoon. Wen Liang came out of the conference room and walked towards the president's office with documents in his hand.
"Director Wen." Special Assistant Yang came over from the office. "Are you looking for President Fu?"
"There's a document he needs to sign."
"Mr. Fu is not in the company right now. If you are not in a hurry, please give me the document first and I will pass it to him when he comes back."
Wen Liang looked at his watch and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
"Okay." Wen Liang handed the folder to Special Assistant Yang. "The partner is pressing for it, so it would be best if you could give it to me before the end of the day."
"must."
Wen Liang returned to the office to work.
Before I knew it, it was time to get off work.
She checked WeChat and saw no message, so she took the initiative to open the chat window with Special Assistant Yang: "Mr. Fu hasn't come back yet?"
Even through the screen, Special Assistant Yang could sense a chill and replied cautiously, "No... He must have been delayed by something important..."
Important things?
Accompanying Chu Siyi is indeed very important.
"Why don't you give him a call?" Special Assistant Yang reminded weakly.
Wen Liang picked up the phone, walked to the window, and made a call. He listened to the phone ringing over and over again, and finally it beeped and automatically hung up because no one answered.
Wen Liang sneered and went home after get off work.
Not long after I lay down on the bed, the cell phone next to my pillow rang.
Wen Liang opened his eyes and glanced at it. The light from the phone screen was a bit dazzling in the dark, and the two words "Fu Zheng" on the screen were particularly clear.
Wen Liang hung up and turned off the phone in one go.
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At 10:40 p.m., the lights were still on in a two-story building in a villa area.
There are several electric vehicles parked in the small courtyard of the villa, and two cars parked in front of the courtyard.
The residents nearby all know that the person living in this villa is not an ordinary citizen, but has been rented out by someone and turned into a studio.
Those electric vehicles and cars are the employees' means of transportation.
Their working hours are irregular; sometimes they start work very early and sometimes they leave work very late.
One time, a neighbor nearby met the landlord of the villa and asked him about it. The landlord didn’t know much about it. The tenant only said that his studio was engaged in self-media, but the landlord didn’t know what it was specifically about.
The neighbor could feel that the studio was very busy these two days.
Those electric bikes were parked in the yard yesterday and haven't moved all day. There were quite a few instant noodle buckets in the garbage bags thrown out.
In the villa, the employees were busy and had no time to eat dinner. It was not until 10 o'clock in the evening that they had time to make instant noodles.
Life looks tough.
But they all had smiles on their faces.
One of the tall guys was pouring water into the instant noodle bucket in front of him and said with a smile, "Just hold on for two more days, this time you'll definitely make a fortune!"
"Just when I was worried about the lack of hot spots, someone brought them to my doorstep!" another person echoed.
"Old Liu, why do you look so sad?" asked the tall man.
The man called Lao Liu replied, "I'm not afraid that Fu Zheng will come looking for me."
"How is that possible? Wasn't everything fine last time? Besides, we live in a society ruled by law now. What can he do to us?"
Old Liu sighed and shook his head. "A few days ago, the Fu family's secrets were leaked. Fu Zheng was away, and the higher-ups had their own agendas. They had the police arrest a man named Wen, who stayed in there for less than a day. Fu Zheng returned overnight and pulled Wen out. The next day, the two officers who arrested him were suspended..."
Sometimes the world of rich people cannot be controlled by the law. The connections are there. As long as Fu Zheng gives a slight hint, someone will come forward to help him. The reason for the suspension is very legitimate and has nothing to do with Fu Zheng.
Several employees around looked at each other.
The tall man smiled and tried to smooth things over. "Old Liu, don't overthink it. What does it have to do with us? We just need to make money!"
Just then, the doorbell rang outside.
"I'll open the door."
Old Liu put down his chopsticks and stood up. As soon as he opened the door, before he could see who the man was, he was kicked hard in the stomach.
He was caught off guard and was kicked all over the place, gasping for breath while holding his stomach.
A young man with a shaved head came in from outside the door. He looked like a tough guy.
He quickly walked forward, grabbed Old Liu by the collar, and lifted him up, "Get up!"
Old Liu was shocked, frightened, and in pain. "What are you doing...it's illegal!"
The young man pretended not to hear anything, grabbed Lao Liu's collar, pressed his head against the wall.
With a "bang", a big bump appeared on Lao Liu's forehead. He felt dizzy, grimaced, and his head almost popped out.
In just two minutes, the other four employees who were eating instant noodles in the office also heard the noise. They rushed out to see what was happening and their faces changed drastically.
"Who are you?"
"Why do you hit people casually?"
The four people wanted to go forward to help, but at this time several tall and powerful men rushed in from outside.
In October, the weather gradually turned cooler, especially at night, and all the employees wore coats.
But these people were wearing short sleeves, revealing their strong forearms, which were covered with tattoos. They looked like gangsters and were not to be trifled with.
It was the first time for the four employees to encounter such a situation. They looked at each other and dared not move forward.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The tall man was also feeling uneasy, so he could only bluff and shout sternly.
He pulled out his phone, dialed 110, and threatened, "Why don't you release him? Do you want to go to jail? You broke into a private house and injured employees. Just wait for me!"
Before the call to the police could be made, the man with tattoos on his arms stepped forward and kicked the phone away.
The phone was kicked directly against the opposite wall and then fell heavily to the ground, breaking into pieces and the battery bursting out.
The tall man's face turned pale.
An employee made a small movement, which was noticed by the sharp-eyed young man. He took the iron rod from a man with tattoos and swung it hard on the employee's legs. The employee fell to his knees, screamed, and his face turned pale in an instant. The veins on his forehead were throbbing with pain.
The young man dragged the man out, kicked him to the ground, and stepped hard on his back.
Seeing this scene, the remaining two employees were so frightened that they dared not move.
"What exactly do you want to do? Let's talk it out nicely. If we have offended you in any way, we will definitely apologize!" The tall man asked again, and his tone no longer had the momentum he had just had. He only wanted to make peace.
The employees were feeling nervous when a man in a black shirt and suit pants walked in calmly from outside.
The tall men's expressions changed drastically.
They just broke the news, how could they not know this person?
The person who came was one of the parties involved in the news, Fu Zheng.
He glanced at Old Liu and the employees on the ground, raised his eyes calmly, looked at the tall man, and said in a cold tone, "Do you know me?"
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