"Hello everyone, I am Zhang San, a lawyer from the legal department of Xu Corporation."
Zhang San gave a faint smile towards the camera.
The Xu Family had already held a press conference.
And it was being live-streamed!
The live stream was available on major media platforms.
Because the matter had caused quite a stir.
It quickly climbed to the top of the trending list.
In no time, the number of viewers in the live stream surpassed ten million.
"OMG! Finally got in."
"Damn, I’m freaking out!!! What am I seeing? The moment I joined, I saw Zhang San smiling at me."
"It’s over, it’s over. When Brother San smiles, life and death are uncertain. I feel like I’m about to get arrested."
"WTF! Heaven help us! Officer, that’s the guy! Arrest him, he’s way too cocky."
"Arrest Zhang San? Are you out of your mind?"
"What’s the Xu Family up to? What’s the point of this press conference? Can’t they own up to what they’ve done?"
"Do you even realize what you’ve done?"
"Hey, stop talking, or Zhang San might jump out of the screen and arrest you (wink wink!)."
At the press conference venue.
"The Xu Family inexplicably suppressed two second-tier families, driving them to ruin. Their businesses were severely impacted. Is it right for the Xu Family to bully others like this? Didn’t they consider that thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people would lose their jobs?"
The female reporter interviewing Zhang San angrily retorted.
Her words were sharp!
As if she stood on the moral high ground!
The Xu Family, with its vast wealth and influence.
Now engaging in such bullying behavior.
The tides can turn.
This female reporter showed no concern for her own safety.
She wanted to seek justice for those innocently affected!
This matter had garnered significant attention.
If anything were to happen to her.
The Xu Family would be held accountable.
Facing the reporter’s pointed questions.
Zhang San calmly replied.
"Before I answer your question, I’d like everyone to take a look at some chat records and video conversations."
The reporter was taken aback.
At this point.
What was Zhang San from the Xu Family trying to do?
Soon, a staff member came forward.
They publicly revealed the chat records of the Ma Family and Li Family hiring online trolls.
As well as the conversations between the troll leader and his underlings, all broadcast live.
First, there was evidence of the Ma Family and Li Family hiring trolls.
Then, the underlings of the troll leader.
Recruiting smaller trolls.
Posting various malicious comments attacking the Xu Family.
Anything that smeared the Xu Family.
No matter what.
They got paid.
Especially for bashing Xu Mo.
50 yuan for one comment, 100 yuan for three.
Buy two, get one free.
The ordinary viewers in the live stream couldn’t help but laugh.
"Wow, this troll failed elementary school math, didn’t they? Shouldn’t three comments be 150 yuan?"
"Maybe they just got addicted to trolling? Buy two, get one free, saves the client money."
"OMG! I was wrong about the Xu Family. I’m sorry, Xu Family, I’m sorry, Young Master Xu."
"Damn, the Ma Family and Li Family are so shameless! They hired trolls to smear the Xu Family first, and after being countered, they went crying to the media."
"But still, the Xu Family is so big. They could’ve just forgiven them once and moved on. The Xu Family went too far, didn’t they?"
"My phone turned into a temple, and my keyboard into prayer beads. Mom and Dad no longer have to worry about me not having relics to use!"
"According to the lady earlier, if I didn’t provoke anyone, got kicked out of nowhere, I should smile and offer my face for a slap, then kneel down and lick their shoes, asking if they enjoyed it. Right? Please, ma’am, make sure you practice what you preach!"
The female reporter opened her mouth.
Her face filled with embarrassment.
Her cheeks flushed red.
Damn, what had she just done?
Zhang San gave a gentle smile and reminded her.
"May we continue the interview?"
The reporter snapped back to reality, cold sweat running down her back.
She had been fighting on the front lines for justice.
But after all this.
She turned out to be the clown?!
"Y-yes, of course."
Meanwhile, at Old Xu’s workplace.
In the political circle.
From today until now.
Old Xu’s face had been dark.
The reason?
All thanks to Young Xu’s antics.
Now his colleagues were teasing Old Xu.
Old Xu was indeed impressive.
But some colleagues weren’t afraid of him.
In fact, they hoped he’d make a mistake and step down.
So they’d have one less competitor.
But just moments ago.
The situation took a dramatic turn.
"Ahem—Old Xu, I’m sorry. I admit I was a bit loud earlier. You’ve raised a fine son!"
"Hey, Old Xu, are you free tonight? Let me treat you to dinner to make it up to you."
"Fuqiang! My useless kid wants to learn from your son. Can you do me a favor? He won’t ask for anything, not even food. Please, let him follow your son and pick up a thing or two."
Xu Fuqiang’s head was spinning.
His belt had been roaring all day.
Xu Mo hadn’t actually done anything wrong.
This sudden change.
Made Xu Fuqiang wonder.
Had Xu Mo been replaced?
It wasn’t surprising Old Xu thought this way.
After all, a father knows his son best. Old Xu knew Young Xu had done nothing but bad deeds since birth, except for good deeds.
When a bad person does one good deed.
Everyone finds it shocking and unbelievable.
But when a good person… well, let’s not go there. It’s just bad luck!
Xu Fuqiang happily accepted his colleagues’ apologies.
No matter what, Old Xu could finally hold his head high.
After his colleagues left.
Xu Fuqiang exclaimed, "My son has grown up!!!"
Old Xu felt touched, but also furious.
Damn, who did they think they were messing with?
They dared to smear the Xu Family.
And after Young Xu countered them, they had the nerve to play the victim?
Did they really think the Xu Family was pushovers?
Old Xu decided to get involved too.
As for those innocently affected, the Xu Family would help them. Even without the Xu Family’s assistance, their businesses would soon be absorbed by the market.
After all, if the Ma Family and Li Family’s businesses collapsed, it didn’t mean their competitors’ businesses would fail too.
With more business opportunities, they’d need to hire more people.
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As you can see, folks, I’m a bit too lazy to come up with a title.
Tehehe~~~~~~~~~~
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
