An Xin's words made Liu Handong feel discouraged. Under the leadership of such a female CEO with no aggressive spirit, Qingshi Hi-Tech is like a flock of sheep led by a ewe. Even if there are more people and more money, it can't win with tacit cooperation and no bottom line.
The three evil wolves.
Liu Handong left sadly and went back to the hospital to take care of Ma Ling.
At night, the Nasdaq opened. The Omi City Government's information conference and the revelations about the company's resigned technical staff directly caused investors to panic and sell off Qingshi Hi-Tech's stocks. At the same time, some investment companies with mysterious backgrounds who had a large amount of chips were also involved.
The market was smashed like crazy, the stock price plummeted, and it was unstoppable.
An Xin did not have much available funds and was unable to bear the huge selling. He could only watch the stock price being lowered, and then being quietly absorbed by others, and then continued to drop. Overnight, the market value of Qingshi Hi-Tech fell by 20%.
Qingshi Hi-Tech's defensive battle has begun. The public relations team produced a battery pack safety test video overnight. The battery box was unable to explode with fire, hammering, electric shock, etc. It also analyzed the safety of the battery from a technical level and retreated.
Wan Bu said that even if it exploded, it would not cause a fire. Moreover, the police had extracted the residue of burned gasoline from the deceased, proving that this was not an accident caused by a product defect, but a deliberate arson, but the effect was not very satisfactory.
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On their Omi City TV station, Song Shuang was sitting in her cubicle typing on her laptop. After the information conference, she was in a semi-suspended state and could do whatever she wanted. Those on the Internet who supported Qingshi High-tech
Many of the heavyweight posts were posted by her.
"Shuang'er, phone, extension 2." The colleague called.
Song Shuang was a little puzzled. All communication was via mobile phone. Who would call the TV station's landline? He ran over to answer the call, and a magnetic male voice came from the receiver: "Song Shuang, hello, I'm Ling Zijie."
"...Oh, hello, are you okay?" Song Shuang originally wanted to hang up the phone, but felt that it was very rude, so he decided to continue the conversation.
"If you have time, let's chat."
"Sorry, I'm very busy."
"You obviously took some time off from your busy schedule and posted posts during working hours. I saw them all."
Song Shuang became alert: "Where are you?"
"I'm with your director." Ling Zijie couldn't hide his smile.
Song Shuang looked up and saw that in the blinds of the director's office in the distance, Ling Zijie was looking at him through the window, holding a mobile phone in his other hand.
"Boring!" Song Shuang hung up the phone.
Ling Zijie came out of the director's room, walked to Song Shuang, pulled up a chair, sat down, and said with a smile: "Why, you are still angry with me? You also know the situation at that time. As an official spokesperson, in fact, I
I don’t have much information, I just followed the script. From that position, I can only respond in that way, I hope you can understand.”
Song Shuang is not a small-minded girl, on the contrary, she is very cheerful and cheerful. Ling Zijie's attitude is sincere and what he said is true, so she is no longer angry: "Okay, I understand."
"Thank you." Ling Zijie was very sensible and did not get entangled. He glanced at Song Shuang's computer screen, stood up and said goodbye, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. By the way, I have time to ask Zhu Pengpeng out for a chat. I haven't seen him for a long time.
"
"Okay." Song Shuang nodded.
Ling Zijie left a business card for Song Shuang and went downstairs.
Song Shuang walked to the window and watched Ling Zijie drive out of the parking lot an electric car produced by Qingshi Hi-tech and roar away. After the tragic accident on Route 520, almost all trams were stopped. Ling Zijie still dared to drive the tram, indicating that he was releasing the information.
He really didn't mean what he said at the meeting.
It happened that Zhu Pengpeng called and asked Song Shuang where he was going to eat at night.
"Whatever, Ling Zijie is back and has become the spokesperson of the Municipal Government Information Office, did you know?" Song Shuang asked.
Zhu Pengpeng smiled: "Of course I know. When he was competing for the spokesperson, he wanted to use my family's connections to go through the back door. He was afraid that the interview would be rejected. In fact, he was overly worried. With his eloquence and adaptability, no one can compare with him.
He, what, he went to find you?"
Song Shuang suddenly felt very melancholy, thinking about how Ling Zijie was such a meaningful young man. He was born in a prestigious school and was the best debater in the international college debate competition. During his internship, he wrote such in-depth articles as "Report on the Ecology of Delinquent Women"
, such a person should join a world-class news organization and travel around the world's hot spots, instead of settling in a mainland city like Omi and being a mediocre mouthpiece.
"Yes, he came to the TV station to do some work and came to see me by the way. He also said that he would have a chance to sit with us."
"Okay, let's just give him a treat tonight, hehe." Zhu Pengpeng said with a smile.
After hanging up the phone, Song Shuang called Liu Handong again and asked him about the latest progress.
Liu Handong was standing guard at the Public Security Bureau. The Criminal Investigation Detachment had filed a case for investigation into the No. 520 fire. There were obvious traces of burning gasoline on the body of the deceased. The possibility of arson was very high. If the police did not file a case, they would be derelict in their duties and no one could bear the responsibility.
Shen Hongyi appointed his favorite general Xu Gongtie to be responsible for investigating the case. The specific work was handled by the Criminal Investigation Detachment. The police’s trump card in solving the case was surveillance. Route 520 was under the surveillance of various cameras throughout the entire process, and there were almost no dead ends. The current task was to mobilize manpower.
The surveillance video is played back frame by frame, and no detail can be missed. This is a huge and time-consuming project that will not be effective in the short term.
Liu Handong was very familiar with Hu Peng from the Criminal Investigation Detachment. The police also knew him and knew that the "most beautiful driver" was his wife, so they took good care of Liu Handong and even ordered an extra lunch box for him.
"Mr. Liu, why don't you be transferred to our criminal police team?" Hu Peng said half-jokingly. He was a member of Shen Hongyi's circle and knew Liu Handong's secret identity.
"Let me be the detachment leader." Liu Handong replied with a smile. In fact, he knew that investigating a case based on surveillance video alone was like looking for a needle in a haystack. It was difficult to find the suspect. The most practical way was to start with Liu Fei's henchmen. But these words
You can't say it. If you say it, it will alert the enemy.
The cell phone rang, and Liu Handong went to the corridor to answer the call. It was Song Shuang who called to inquire about the news, asking him what was going on and whether he would like to have dinner with Ling Zijie in the evening and learn about the situation in the municipal government.
"If I don't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but beat him." Liu Handong said, "The way he looks on TV is embarrassing."
"He also did it for work. I believe he still has a conscience." Song Shuang defended.
"Well, let me know when the time comes." Liu Handong would not give up any opportunity to collect information.
In the evening, the four of them gathered at a music restaurant by the Huai River. Liu Handong was the last one to arrive. He was tired and haggard. He apologized before he sat down: "I'm sorry, I just came back from the hospital and have a lot of things to do."
Ling Zijie asked with concern: "How is your lover's injury?"
Liu Handong said: "It's better than expected. There are many people who are more serious than her. Those injured are really worse than dead. Their ears and noses are burned off, their eyes are blind, and their faces are as bare as meat balls."
Song Shuang and Zhu Pengpeng both lowered their heads and couldn't bear to listen.
"Oh, it's really a natural and man-made disaster." Ling Zijie sighed sadly, "For the sake of social stability, the official passed the responsibility to Qingshi High-tech. This is unscientific and irresponsible. If the battery design is defective, it will definitely not be an isolated case. This is
Some common sense, but no one knows about it, I suspect there is something shady."
Liu Handong couldn't help but look Ling Zijie up and down. Isn't this guy an official spokesperson? How could he talk like this?
Ling Zijie said: "Don't look at me like this. My IQ is not low. You can think about these things by yourself. We are friends who have gone through ups and downs together. Otherwise, I wouldn't have said this. Liu Handong, what are your plans now?"
Liu Handong thought for a while and said: "What plan can I have? I can't find anyone to take revenge. I just hope that the government and the bus company can provide more compensation. It will take at least several years for Ma Ling's injury to be cured, and he will not be able to go to work during this period."
, my career has also encountered a bottleneck, in short, it is not going well."
This topic is too heavy, and everyone subconsciously does not want to talk about it. Liu Handong raised his glass of water: "Sorry, I won't drink today. I wish everyone a smooth life."
Ling Zijie said thank you, and the four of them clinked glasses and started talking about their experiences in the past few years.
"After I graduated, I went to Hong Kong and worked in newspapers, TV stations, and even as a paparazzi. Later, I realized that this career was not very suitable for me and I couldn't break through. So I joined a TV station in Guangdong, and then I worked for Omi.
I applied for the national competition to recruit a spokesperson, but I didn't expect it to happen. It's great to be able to live in the same city with my old friends." Ling Zijie couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the past.
Zhu Pengpeng asked: "Then what organization are you in now? What level?"
Ling Zijie said: "Now he is the deputy director of the Municipal Government Information Office and a deputy department-level spokesperson. However, there is a shortage of administrative staff, and it is still a business establishment."
Liu Handong thought. Ling Zijie had been in Hong Kong and was in the press. He should know Lan Huanxi, the top scorer in Jiangdong's college entrance examination.
Before he opened his mouth, Song Shuang asked: "Ling Zijie, do you have any contact with Huanxi? She is the girl we rescued who works in a hair salon. You also tutored her in English, remember."
Ling Zijie said: "Of course I remember. I even asked her to have dinner in Hong Kong. This girl has changed a lot. She speaks Cantonese quite fluently. Her dress and even her whole temperament are different. I almost dare not recognize her."
"Do you have her contact information?" Song Shuang asked.
"I left a Twitter account, but I forgot about it." Ling Zijie looked regretful. "Later I heard from friends at City University of Hong Kong that Huanxi went to Columbia University as an exchange student. Maybe for her, it was a good time to forget all the nightmares in the past.
, starting a new life is the most important thing, the memory is too tragic, like a cancer in the heart..."
Everyone was silent. Liu Handong deeply understood why there was no news from Huanxi after going to Hong Kong for many years. She needed nirvana, needed to forget, and needed a new life.
The songs of Li Zongsheng and Lin Yilian rang out in the music restaurant: "... If you really want to put an end to the past and let you continue tomorrow, you should stop asking me for news..."