When Su Changfeng saw the worry in Song Qingge's eyes, he knew that something must still be holding her heart.
"How's the stock market going?"
Song Qingge's face darkened, and he sighed: "It has already hit the limit today, and tomorrow... I'm afraid it won't be optimistic either."
"Now the entire capital market knows that our Changge Group is suspected of white powder trading. Moreover, some reporters are maliciously adding fuel to the flames and writing unfounded things as if they are already certain."
"A few reporters even fabricated the fact that Changge Group has been engaged in selling white powder for a long time, causing a serious collapse of the capital market's confidence in Changge..."
Song Qingge's words made Su Changfeng's expression become much more serious.
There is no doubt that some of the articles that contributed to the situation must have been written by those reporters who had their cameras shattered before.
Moreover, they must have received the benefits of the Jincheng Martial Alliance long ago. Even if Su Changfeng hadn't shattered their cameras, they would not have let Chang Ge go.
"Qing Ge, don't think too much. Those reporters are nothing to worry about. I will handle it."
Su Changfeng patted her shoulder gently: "Let's go back to the group first."
"kindness."
The four people then left the patrol station.
After Su Changfeng left, Han Jinfeng reported to his superiors the collusion between Inspector Gao and the Jincheng Martial Arts League and the private torture of Su Changfeng.
The tall patrolman was severely punished, was dismissed from his post, demoted, and suspended for inspection.
Of course, because of this incident, Han Jinfeng was also resented by the tall patrolman, and was also blacklisted by the Jincheng Martial Arts League...
Changge Building.
In the office, Su Changfeng, Po Jun, and Huangfu Qi were discussing matters.
"Brother, go and accompany your sister-in-law. We will take care of the stock market matters. Aren't they just a few shady reporters? Let them lose their jobs tomorrow."
Po Jun took a sip of tea and said calmly.
Huangfu Qi also nodded: "Brother Jun is right, they are just a few young reporters. It is not difficult to deal with them. You can crush them to death with just a few fingers."
"Brother Feng, let's not be too kind, otherwise we will be treated as soft persimmons."
"After we deal with those few reporters, let's find some honest media to clarify the matter. I believe this crisis will be resolved soon."
Su Changfeng smiled: "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll take your sister-in-law to relax."
"Okay, brother, walk slowly." Huangfu Qi said with a smile.
Su Changfeng kicked him on the butt and left the office.
After Su Changfeng left, Huangfu Qi and Po Jun immediately started planning.
Journalists in Daxia are all managed by the Journalists Association.
The Journalists Association has great power. They are responsible for the registration, certification, and review of journalist qualifications. Moreover, if a reporter is found to have violated regulations, the association can cancel their journalist status after investigation and verification.
Anyone whose status as a journalist is revoked will be banned from the media industry for life.
At this time, Po Jun looked at Huangfu Qi: "You take action, or do I?"
Huangfu Qi rolled his eyes at him: "Brother Jun, if you want to take action, do you still need to ask me? We are all brothers, so stop pretending."
Snapped.
Po Jun slapped him on the back of the head.
"Then what are you waiting for? Call immediately."
Huangfu Qi had a black hair and touched the back of his head: "Brother Jun, you don't hit people on the head. If you beat me silly, who will treat the brothers in the future?"
Snapped.
Po Jun slapped him again.
"You still have one minute to start, otherwise, I will tell Feifei about your previous flirting with girls online."
"..." Huangfu Qi suddenly fainted.
"Brother Jun, you are cruel enough. You must not do it. Why don't I just call the vice president of the Journalists Association now?"