Childcare

ut how this man had dirtied her floor and couch, and embarrassed her in front of so many people earlier, it was indeed infuriating. So Lady Miss started getting angrier the more she thought about it a...Chapter 67: Handling the Situation

"I believe I need to reiterate Jirong's stance. Perhaps my expression was not clear enough, leading to some misunderstandings by certain reporters."

Seeing the reporter brazenly stirring up public sentiment, Shishì Shàngguān’s smile gradually faded, but her tone remained steady and unyielding.

The reporter seemed to sense the rising anger of Shishì Shàngguān and obediently sat down without rebutting.

"First, Jirong will take full responsibility for this matter. We have never thought about dodging or shirking it."

"Second, Jirong will thoroughly investigate the truth of what happened and give everyone a clear explanation."

"Third, if we find out that someone secretly framed Jirong International in all of this, I believe there would be no tolerance for such behavior."

At this point, Shishì Shàngguan glanced at her watch and said, "It's getting late. I need to visit the poisoned consumers at the hospital now; we'll end this press conference here."

With that, she stepped out of the venue without giving reporters any time to ask questions.

"Tsk, does being Shàngguān Shìshì's daughter make someone so special How arrogant is she, treating us as if we're nothing!" The reporter who had been heckled by Miss Shàngguan earlier loudly protested, seemingly afraid others wouldn’t know that he felt humiliated.

Many media professionals present sighed softly. It was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that this person was someone hired to stir up trouble and provoke conflict—though it was unclear what role Jirong International had played in the incident,話語權 still lay with reporters who wielded their pens. This loud reporter was likely an instigator; tomorrow's news might not be favorable for Jirong.

Sitting in her Jun Yue car, Shishì Shàngguan’s face was slightly stern as she asked, "Which newspaper does that reporter work for"

Without the boss needing to point out which one it was, Wèi Wéntāo quickly replied, "Chén Bówén from Northern Weekend. He's a kind of young radical who often publishes provocative articles in Northern Weekend, usually lacking factual basis but having a significant following among youths."

Shishì Shàngguan nodded and said, “But I don’t like this person.”

As Wei Wentao, the first assistant to Shangguan Ji Zheng, he was always well-prepared. Even without looking through any documents, he continued his report: "Chen Bowen is a Master of Literature from Nanjiang Normal University. During his schooling period, he was consistently a recipient of financial aid and owes the state 40,000 yuan in student loans, but has yet to repay them after graduation."

After pausing for a moment, Wei Wentao continued: "This is quite a common situation in society. However, considering that Chen Bowen earns a decent income and still hasn't mentioned paying back the money, it's likely related to his family environment and growth experiences during childhood."

"In last year’s melamine incident, Chen Bowen was very critical in his articles. Yet, in one of those passionate pieces, he also subtly mentioned another sizable milk factory, suggesting that they had not used melamine milk. From my analysis, I believe he received some benefits from the company and the amount wasn't small either. Subsequently, he wrote several more articles, criticizing the involved companies with great sharpness; however, these included a lot of baseless facts. Although he didn't sing praises for another brand, he implicitly expressed好感 towards that enterprise, which directly led to an increase of 30 percentage points in sales for one certain milk brand within the quarter."

Shangguan Shishi sighed softly: "Another unethical reporter without conscience. I wonder who he's been paid off by today. If my guess is correct, his article was likely already written and will appear on the Northern Weekend's front page tomorrow, thoroughly besmirching Jirong."

Shangguan Shishi rubbed her forehead: "One can't guard against a villain."

"I'll handle this person," Wang Zheng said with a smile as he steered the car. "Dealing with scoundrels like him, I have my ways."

Shangguan Shishi couldn't help but recall the scene where Wang Zheng wielded a dagger in the board meeting and played havoc among a group of billionaire directors. She chuckled involuntarily.

Wei Wentao's understanding of the man next to acting chairman Shangguan Ji Zheng was limited to him being a highly capable bodyguard. Although he had thought about investigating Wang Zheng, he hadn't found any results; Wang Zheng seemed to have a mysterious background. Of course, it wasn't in Wei Wentao’s nature to investigate people around the chairman out of curiosity.

Shangguan Shishi half-jokingly said: "Then leave him to you. But don’t let anything happen."

This surprised Wei Wentao again.

"Leave it to me and rest assured," Wang Zheng steered the wheel and said, “But we're about to arrive at the hospital. You should first think of how to handle the families of the consumers.”

Shangguan Shishi gulped down some water to moisten her throat as a look of nostalgia and worry flashed in her eyes: "Being a boss is really hard. If only Dad could return."

Wang Zheng and Wei Wentao fell silent. What would that man, who had dominated the business scene for decades, do in such a situation

The hospital entrance was already clogged with media reporters and onlookers; many cameras were filming the situation at the hospital. Of course, there were also some journalists eagerly interviewing emotionally agitated passersby, likely preparing to broadcast this event in their evening news.

Quiet Buick Regal didn't attract any attention, and no one would have imagined that the highest leader of Jirong International was sitting inside this ordinary car.

Wang Zheng drove the car straight to the hospital building entrance. Shishi and Wen Tao looked at the building and couldn’t help rubbing their brows simultaneously.

In the main hall of the hospital, a long red banner was stretched out, with the words "Jirong International, utterly conscienceless, give me back my children, give me back my health!" written on it.

Wang Zheng curled his lips and said, "It’s quite rhyming."

Around the banner stood dozens of people who looked to be in their forties or fifties. Each one had an expression that was filled with agitation and anger. Shishi and Wang Zheng walked over and asked, "Uncle, are you also a consumer who bought the Meimiao water purifier"

This old man seemed close to sixty years old, his hair completely white, dressed in an old shirt with the buttons open, revealing a pure cotton white undershirt underneath.

"Of course, we are all consumers of Meimiao’s water purifiers. We’re here to denounce such irresponsible merchants!" The old man sounded very indignant.

Wang Zheng said with a smile, "Uncle, did you make this banner"

The elderly man was taken aback and paused for a moment before saying, “The banner was made by us at our own expense.”

A barely perceptible mysterious smile flashed across Wang Zheng’s face. He then pulled the old man aside mysteriously from his pocket, then pulled out five large red Chinese banknotes and forced them into the old man's chest without explanation.

The old man was clearly surprised by this action, which clearly exceeded his expectations, leaving him somewhat puzzled.

However, holding five red bills in hand felt pretty good. This old man held onto the money but hesitated to return it as he thought it would be a pity if he did. His hand remained frozen, unsure of what to do next.

"Uncle, don’t be so polite. Just take this money with ease," Wang Zheng said, then took another five hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and waved them in front of the old man’s eyes. Seeing the obvious swallowing motion, he chuckled and said, "Sir, let me tell you the truth: I’m a journalist who wants to dig up some insider information. If you answer one question for me, I’ll give you a hundred bucks. How does that sound"

"But your response must be truthful; don’t lie to me."

The old man hesitated slightly, then looked down at the red bills in his hand. In the end, he couldn’t resist the temptation of five large-denomination banknotes and nodded.

Wang Zheng smiled and asked, "Sir, where do you live Your accent doesn't sound like a local."

The old man stared at the bills in Wang Zheng's hand and said, "I'm from Hedong. Now I live in Shizi Tун of the capital city.

Wang Zheng did not disappoint the elder, directly pulling out a hundred-dollar bill and slipping it into the old man’s hand.

The elderly person, who might never have encountered such an easy way to make money in his lifetime, rubbed the genuine banknotes with his calloused hands, chuckled, and said, "Young man, if you have any more questions, just ask."

Wang Zheng continued, “Sir, do you live in your own house or rent a place in the capital city"

The elderly person smiled and replied, "My son rents someone else’s place.

A slight smile appeared at Wang Zheng's corners of his mouth as he handed over another bill to the elder before asking, “Sir, when you use Meimiao water purifier, do you turn on the tap first or the water purifier”

The old man was taken aback and a look of vigilance flashed across his eyes; it seemed that he didn't expect Wang Zheng to ask such a question. After pondering for a moment, he answered, "Turn on the water purifier switch first."

After finishing speaking, he reached out to take the banknote from Wang Zheng's hand. But instead of giving him the money, Wang Zheng suddenly snatched all seven remaining bills from his other hand.

The old man was alarmed and tried to grab back, "What do you think you're doing"

Wang Zheng smiled broadly as he fished out a badge with a People's Republic of China police emblem on it and waved it in front of the old man’s eyes. Then he said, "Sir, I am an officer from the capital city's police force here to investigate this matter. If you were paid by someone else to pretend to be their customer, then I advise you to return immediately, otherwise you will face a fifteen-day administrative detention for fraud in addition to fines."

The old man turned and hurriedly left upon hearing this, no longer bothering about the money.

Looking at the elderly person's hasty departure, Shishi Song asked with curiosity, "How did you find out about this"hint of fierce light appear in his eyes: "Only those who pass the test of fire and blood can become elites; they will understand our painstaking efforts.""I hope so, but this time, things have indeed...