Meng Yanchen took a deep breath, turned to look at Fan Shengmei, his eyes filled with determination: "Xiaomei, we can't sit idly by and wait for death; we must take the initiative. Tomorrow, we'll invite industry authorities to hold a press conference, release more evidence, and completely reverse public opinion." Fan Shengmei nodded firmly: "Okay, I'll go prepare the relevant materials right away." The two exchanged a glance, as if they had found the power to break the deadlock in each other's eyes, and then busied themselves preparing for the upcoming press conference.
Fan Shengmei returned to her office, where the light was dim and the room quiet. She sat at her desk, turned on her computer, and began carefully sifting through and organizing the documents that could prove the Fu Group's innocence. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, her eyes glued to the screen, not missing a single detail. The rustling of papers turning and the hum of the computer mingled in the silent room. She knew that every piece of information could be the key to turning the tide, and though fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, she remained oblivious.
Meanwhile, in his office, Meng Yanchen was speaking on the phone with several highly respected figures in the industry. He spoke earnestly and in detail, explaining the current predicament of the Fu Group and the unfair practices of the industry association. The responses from the other end of the line were sometimes calm, sometimes hesitant. Meng Yanchen patiently answered, his eyes revealing an unwavering determination. “Mr. Zhang, your position in the industry is extremely important. Your voice is crucial to us. We hope you can attend tomorrow’s press conference to clarify the facts for the Fu Group,” Meng Yanchen said, his tone urgent. After a moment of silence, Mr. Zhang’s deep voice came through the phone: “Mr. Meng, I have always admired the Fu Group’s conduct. I have also heard about this matter, and I am willing to help.” Meng Yanchen was overjoyed and quickly thanked him: “Thank you so much, Mr. Zhang. I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow.”
After a night of intense preparation, the day of the press conference finally arrived. The venue was simply yet solemnly decorated, with the Fu Group logo hanging on the white walls. Neatly arranged tables and chairs lined the stage, and reporters from various media outlets had been waiting for some time, flashes of light going off constantly, and the air buzzing with conversation. Meng Yanchen and Fan Shengmei arrived early, dressed in formal attire, their expressions serious. Meng Yanchen frequently exchanged hushed conversations with staff, confirming that all preparations were complete; Fan Shengmei, meanwhile, double-checked the materials to ensure nothing was overlooked.
As the time drew near, industry authorities arrived one after another. Mr. Zhang, in high spirits, steadily entered the venue under the guidance of staff. When he shook hands with Meng Yanchen, he said with unwavering determination, "Mr. Meng, rest assured, the truth will surely come to light." Meng Yanchen looked at him gratefully, "Mr. Zhang, we're counting on you."
The press conference began on time. Meng Yanchen walked onto the stage, cleared his throat, scanned the audience, and calmly said, "Dear media friends, we are holding this press conference today to respond to the recent false rumors about the Fu Group." The reporters below immediately quieted down, picking up their pens and cameras to record this moment. Meng Yanchen continued, "The Fu Group has always adhered to the principles of fairness, impartiality, and integrity in its operations. However, it has been maliciously smeared by some old forces within the industry association." He paused slightly, and Fan Shengmei stepped onto the stage to distribute prepared materials to the reporters.
Just then, Old Zhang stood up and said in a loud voice, "I've been in this industry for decades, and I know the reputation and strength of the Fu Group. This so-called unfair competition is complete nonsense. It's disgraceful for certain people in the industry association to try to suppress the Fu Group through such means." Other authoritative figures nodded in agreement, adding their industry insights and support for the Fu Group.
News of the press conference spread rapidly online, and the previously one-sided public opinion began to subtly shift. Watching the videos and materials from the press conference, netizens started to doubt the previous rumors. "Could it really be the industry association pulling the strings? The Fu Group seems quite sincere, even inviting so many authoritative figures." "Yes, those previous statements didn't seem to have any solid evidence; they were all just one-sided accounts." On the online forum, voices questioning the industry association's motives grew louder.
On the industry association's side, the members of the old guard looked extremely grim as they watched the shift in public opinion. Vice President Wang, sitting in the conference room, slammed the documents in his hand onto the table: "How could this happen? That brat Meng Yanchen actually managed to get so many authoritative figures to speak for him!" Everyone else lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound. After a while, a subordinate cautiously said, "Vice President, public opinion is currently against us. Should we suspend our smear campaign to avoid causing even greater trouble?" Vice President Wang pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's suspend it for now. We'll deliver the fatal blow to Meng Yanchen when we find an opportunity!"
As Meng Yanchen dealt with the public opinion crisis, he became increasingly convinced that the mysterious investment group was the mastermind behind it all. He frowned deeply as he looked at the various connections between the industry association and the mysterious investment group on his computer. Those seemingly casual collaborations and financial transactions appeared to him like hidden venomous snakes. "This mysterious investment group must be manipulating all of this behind the scenes. What are their motives?" Meng Yanchen muttered to himself.
Fan Shengmei walked into the office and saw Meng Yanchen's focused expression. She asked softly, "Yanchen, what's wrong? Have you discovered something?" Meng Yanchen looked up at Fan Shengmei and told her his suspicions. After listening, Fan Shengmei also felt that something was amiss: "If it really is the mysterious investment group behind this, then we need to be even more careful." Meng Yanchen nodded: "Yes, I will continue to investigate and make sure to expose their conspiracy completely."
Night had fallen, and the city's neon lights shimmered with vibrant colors. Meng Yanchen stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, gazing at the bustling streets outside, his mind preoccupied with the mysterious investment group. Fan Shengmei walked to his side and gently took his arm. "Yanchen, don't overwork yourself. Let's take it one step at a time." Meng Yanchen turned to look at Fan Shengmei, his eyes filled with tenderness. "With you by my side, I feel much better. But I can't rest easy until this matter is resolved."
On this seemingly peaceful night, Meng Yanchen and Fan Shengmei both knew that their challenges were far from over. Could Meng Yanchen prove that the mysterious investment group was the mastermind? Would the old guard of the industry association simply give up? Everything remained uncertain, and they could only continue forward through this thick fog, searching for the answers.
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