Chapter 671 Huo's Forced Demolition
She had also watched the surveillance video of her sister, but she didn't see it with her own eyes and couldn't touch it.
Fu Zheng responded, "Okay, then you can come with us to take your sister home."
Wilson Estate, Philadelphia.
After hanging up the phone, Old Wilson looked at Ilia and said, "Carol promised to come again after the Spring Festival."
"Thank you, Dad." Ilia smiled coquettishly.
Old Wilson was worried and warned in a serious tone, "Now that Carol is here, you should get along well with her. If things continue like before, you will never have to see her again."
Originally, he didn't want to agree to Ilia's request.
But then he thought again, the scheme he and Caesar had set up would soon be closed, and then they would give Ilia a new identity and send her away. After all, they were mother and daughter, so before leaving, he would let Ilia see Carol again, and she would not see her again in the future.
It just so happened that he missed Carol a little.
"Don't worry, Dad. I was confused before, but now I understand. I will definitely take good care of Carol."
"Okay, get busy."
…
On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the day before New Year's Eve, February 8th in the Gregorian calendar, the chill of deep winter brought with it a storm of public opinion that swept across the Huo headquarters.
The latest financial newspaper headlines - "Huo's Real Estate forcibly demolished and beat up homeowners" set the Internet on fire.
Huo Dongcheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stared at the reporters gathered downstairs, his cufflinks making a crisp sound as they hit the glass.
He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows. There was a bluish-gray color under his eyes and he looked a little tired.
"Mr. Huo, public opinion monitoring shows that the topic #Huo's violent demolition# has exploded simultaneously on 23 platforms." Xiao Ding's voice came from behind him. "Of the 500,000 accounts related to the trending search term that have retweeted it, 38% belong to the marketing matrix controlled by the Fu family..."
Moreover, it is approaching the Spring Festival, and many people across the country have already taken holidays and are resting at home, so the number of people online is particularly congested.
The Huo family's violent demolition incident suddenly attracted public attention and quickly gained the attention of people across the country.
So, netizens who had nothing to do started digging around and revealing all kinds of gossip.
For example, past lawsuits and employee disputes can be seen on Tianyancha, such as the recent revelation that Mrs. Huo had a mistress, and former employees who came forward to complain about unfair treatment at the Huo company.
These melons went viral on the Internet.
The glass curtain wall reflected Huo Dongcheng's stern face, "Continue."
"Someone just found out that Zhu Dawei, the employee who anonymously reported the assault in the video, recently resigned from Fu Holdings Security Company. He...seems to have a good relationship with his former colleagues and even went out drinking with them not long ago."
"I understand. Hurry up and do some public relations to suppress the public opinion. Have the security guards stop the reporters and not respond for now. As for the owner, have Lao Zhang talk to him and delete the post first..." Huo Dongcheng paused. "As for Zhu Dawei, leave it to the legal department."
"Mr. Huo, the board of directors..." Xiao Ding hesitated to speak.
"Let them make trouble." Huo Dongcheng turned around, the hem of his suit drawing a sharp arc. "They did those little tricks when I was not around. Do you really think I don't know?"
"...By the way, Mr. Huo, where is Zheng Jun..."
"I'll find a way to save him."
"yes."
Xiao Ding sighed and went out.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that their President Huo seems relaxed on the surface. In fact, there has been too much turmoil within the company since President Huo came back, and President Huo has been living in the company for several days.
I didn't expect that such extremely unfavorable public opinion would break out again.
Xiao Ding was supposed to have a day off tomorrow, but this happened. It seems that his plans for this year's Spring Festival holiday have been ruined.
Before Xiao Ding left, he took a look at Mr. Huo's face. He had never seen Mr. Huo's face so dark.
Documents were scattered randomly on the desk.
Huo Dongcheng pulled out the swivel chair, sat down, and continued working.
At this time, the mailbox received an email from an unfamiliar account.
When I clicked on it, there was no text, only a few photos.
In the photo, the light from the ceiling illuminates the dark room. Zheng Jun is lying on the ground. It is not known whether he has fainted. Bloodstains can be vaguely seen on his clothes.
Seeing these photos, Huo Dongcheng took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
The phone was connected, but Huo Dongcheng didn't say anything. In the office, the only sound was his slightly heavy breathing.
There was also dead silence in the microphone.
There were a few pots of green plants in the corner of the office, but they looked lifeless at this time.
After half a minute of silence, a faint voice came from the other end of the phone, "If you don't want to talk anymore, hang up."
Huo Dongcheng then slowly spoke: "Mr. Fu."
"Mr. Huo? What's going on? If not, I have to go to a meeting."
Huo Dongcheng raised the corners of his lips, and said with a half-smile: "Didn't President Fu send me Zheng Jun's photo?"
The air around them became heavy for a moment.
"Really? Someone accidentally sent it to the wrong address. I was wondering why I hadn't received it yet. It turns out it was sent to Mr. Huo."
Oh.
"What does Mr. Fu want Zheng Jun's photo for?"
Fu Zheng's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Of course, we'll see how he is. If he's dead, wrap him in a mat and throw him out so he doesn't take up space."
Huo Dongcheng's fingertips tapped lightly on the desk, making a regular "tapping" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet office.
The photo of Zheng Jun on the computer screen, with blood stains glowing a strange dark red under the pale light, was reflected in Huo Dongcheng's eyes.
"Boss Fu is really resourceful. I want to thank Boss Huo for taking care of me during those days I was missing!"
Fu Zheng's low voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm not as good as Mr. Huo. In order to set me up, he personally handed Zheng Jun over to me. It can be said that... Zheng Jun's current pain is all due to you."
Huo Dongcheng was silent for a few seconds, then asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"
"Zheng Jun replaces Zhu Dawei, and Huo's family is no longer allowed to pursue Zhu Dawei's responsibility. How do you think that is?"
"I didn't expect that Mr. Fu is so loyal to his subordinates."
"There are many things you can't imagine."
"make a deal."
"Mr. Huo is straightforward."
…
The next day was New Year's Eve. It was a cool day and I got up early.
Fu Shifan was wearing a brand new red little princess dress. After washing up, she went downstairs with Fu Zheng and helped Fu Zheng paste Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters.
These couplets, blessing characters, and small pendants were all picked out by Fu Shifan himself the day before yesterday.
Wen Liang applied glue on the back of the word "Fu" and Fu Zheng picked up Fu Shifan.
Fu Shifan took the word "Fu", raised his little hand high, and pasted a golden "Fu" character on the door frame.
"Dad, it's crooked!" The little girl saw something was wrong and peeled off the half-pasted blessing character, "Move it a little to the left."
Fu Zheng chuckled and took a small step to the left: "How about this?"
"Perfect!"
Fu Shifan clapped his hands in satisfaction, turned around and took the first couplet from Wen Liang's hand.
On the red rice paper, the ink is deep and powerful, as if emitting a faint fragrance of ink.
She unfolded it carefully and read the words on it: "A new year has passed with the sound of firecrackers..."
Wen Liang helped her hold the couplet: "Fanfan picked it very well. This couplet has auspicious meaning and the calligraphy is beautiful."
The little girl chuckled and raised her face proudly: "Of course! I spent a full half hour picking!"
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