"It seems that someone really wants to strangle Qingcheng Skin Care in the cradle." After Ye Fan learned about the company's experience, the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.
Lin Ruobing quickly ordered: "Ye Fan, please send me back to the company quickly. I have to hold an emergency meeting."
"OK!"
Ye Fan nodded, and then sent Lin Ruobing back to Qingcheng Skin Care.
At this time, all personnel with manager-level or above positions in Qingcheng Skin Care gathered in the conference room to hold a meeting to discuss countermeasures.
While Lin Ruobing was having a meeting, Ye Fan was not idle either.
I saw him holding his mobile phone and dialing Long Wu's number again.
After a while, Long Wu answered the call.
"Boss, do you have anything to tell me?" Long Wu asked in a respectful tone.
"Long Wu, there are people on the Internet attacking Qingcheng Skin Care and spreading rumors and slandering the company. Please send someone to track down the other party's IP address." Ye Fan said coldly with a serious expression.
"No problem!! Leave it to me!" Long Wu nodded and then hung up the phone.
At this time, Ye Fan looked serious, and there was a cold chill in the corner of his mouth, "I would like to see who is this blind guy who dares to do little tricks behind Qingcheng Skin Care!"
...
Half an hour later, in a simple rental house in Jiangcheng, a fat man was eating instant noodles while frantically posting on the Internet, spreading rumors and causing trouble, slandering Qingcheng Skin Care.
I saw that this fat man was slovenly and looked very decadent, but he was a "senior expert" on the Internet, with various false titles and won the trust of netizens.
However, at this moment, the door of the rental house was suddenly kicked open with violence.
"boom!"
With an unusual sound, the wooden door was kicked away, and fragments flew all over the ground.
"who?"
The fat man was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He even accidentally dropped the instant noodles in his hand on the keyboard. He looked very embarrassed.
At this moment, a group of burly men rushed in outside the door. They had tattoos on their arms and looked fierce. At a glance, they knew they were not easy to mess with.
Seeing these menacing men, the fat man's face turned pale with fright, and he asked nervously: "Brothers, who are you looking for? I don't know you.
Guys, have you found the wrong person?"
"Is your name Luo Fugui?" At this time, a gangster leader asked coldly with a serious expression.
"No...that's right!! Brother, do you have a problem with me?" Feizhai asked with a look of panic.
"My elder brother is looking for you!!"
"Who is your eldest brother?"
"Sangbiao!"
...
Half an hour later, in a long-abandoned factory in the suburbs, a fat man covered in blood was found, his hands tied with ropes, hanging in the air, and being whipped from time to time with a whip.
I saw that he was dying, his face was covered with blood, his nose and face were bruised and swollen from being beaten, and his eyelids were swollen to the size of eggs, making it impossible to open his eyes.
This person is none other than the fat house.
"Brother Biao... have mercy on me, Brother Biao! What did I do wrong? You... you have to tell me. As long as you tell me, I will definitely change my ways, but you
Just asking people to beat me is not an option! If you continue to beat me...if you continue to beat me, the little one will be beaten to death..."
The fat man said with a mournful expression and an aggrieved look on his face.
He made a mistake, and he acknowledged the beating. But the problem was that Sangbiao asked someone to arrest him, and without saying a word, he beat him so violently that he thought he was a heinous sinner.