Hearing this, William, a middle-aged man with graying hair and an obvious foreigner's appearance sitting in the middle of the conference table, anxiously rubbed his aching temples.
Suddenly, his emotions flared up and he roared,
"The matter is already on the hot search, what's the use of tallying these things here? Why haven't you thought of a way to solve the problem?" His flushed face and wide-eyed stare looked as if he wanted to devour someone, making the atmosphere in the entire conference room even more oppressive.
The subordinates, shouted at like this, immediately said with some helplessness.
"We've already sent people to communicate, but there's simply no way to resolve it. The other party seems to have come in an organized and conscious manner; we have no way to start."
"What?" William's eyes widened even further upon hearing this, his face full of disbelief.
"The people leading them are all prominent Second-generation rich from Shanghai, lacking neither money nor manpower, they simply..."
"Second-generation rich? These people aren't even the main customers of our Conglomerate. What on earth do they want?" William roared in anger again, slamming his hands hard on the table, making a dull thud.
A subordinate immediately replied, "We feel it's related to the Conglomerate's stock."
Hearing this, William said viciously, "I knew it, you Chinese people are the most treacherous, simply shameless."
As soon as his discriminatory words left his mouth, the conference room fell into a brief silence.
Although the Chinese employees sitting to the side didn't speak up in rebuttal, expressions of anger and humiliation appeared on their faces; they were angry but dared not speak out.
After all, everyone still remembered that in 2015, a large-scale stock market crash occurred in China.
And that was precisely the consequence of foreign forces collectively short-selling.
William's words now were undoubtedly rubbing salt into the wound.
Seeing that he had accidentally exposed his contempt for China, William seemed to realize his gaffe and awkwardly composed his expression.
Usually, in order to blend in with the Chinese employees, he always pretended to be very fond of China.
However, at this moment, his disguise was completely torn away under the influence of anger.
"How have the sales at the stores been these past two days?" William tried to change the subject to ease the awkward atmosphere.
The General Manager of the Sales Department below suppressed the disgust in his heart.
He replied, "Sales have plummeted over the last two days. Our competitor, Bentian, took the opportunity to run a wave of environmental protection ads, attracting many consumers."
"Damn it!" William cursed, a hint of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes.
"Hurry up and have those causing trouble at our stores arrested. Give some money to make the arrests happen, do you understand? If we can't arrest the Second-generation rich, we can at least arrest those Internet Trolls, right? If arresting them once doesn't work, do it twice. Make an example of one, and after a few more arrests, let's see if they disperse."
Looking at William's vicious manner, the subordinates showed expressions of difficulty.
After hesitating, one said, "We've tried. We called the Police, and they came, but the officers were just going through the motions. They're likely being mindful of those Second-generation rich's status. The Police stated that hanging banners doesn't count as causing a disturbance, so they can't make any arrests."
...Just as Jiang Cheng was casually drying his wet hair with a towel.
As he slowly walked out of the bathroom, a rapid series of WeChat notification sounds suddenly shattered the silence of the room.
Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart. He quickened his pace and walked toward the side of the bed in the bedroom.
He saw the screen of the phone lying on the bed flashing, with the WeChat notification sound still ringing continuously.
He picked up the phone, swiped the screen, and his eyes quickly scanned the message list.
He found that Fang Yuan had sent him several messages.
From the lines of these messages, it wasn't hard for him to guess that she had obviously seen the WeChat message Zhou Ying had sent her from the plane.
It seemed that Fang Yuan had only just seen the message now.
And because she couldn't reach Zhou Ying, she was so anxious that she sent him messages so frequently.
After reading them, Jiang Cheng was about to reply.
Before he could even start typing to tell Fang Yuan that Zhou Ying was safe and sound.
Fang Yuan's video call came through like a sudden storm.
Jiang Cheng's finger quickly tapped the answer button.
In an instant, a stunning face appeared on the other side of the phone screen.
It was a face with a very high resemblance to Zhou Ying's, as if carved from the same mold.
Fang Yuan's face was as pale as paper, and her originally pink lips had lost their color, trembling slightly.
Her eyes were red, and tears were swirling in them, looking as if they would burst out at any second.
Her pitiful appearance would make anyone feel compassion.
"Jiang Cheng, have you been in contact with Ying'er? It seems something happened to her plane. I can't reach her."
Fang Yuan's voice carried a hint of a sob, her trembling tone sounding like the helpless cry of an injured bird.
Her brows were tightly furrowed, forming a small vertical furrow between them.
Her eyes were full of anxiety and fear as she lightly bit her lower lip.
It was evident she was doing her best to restrain her emotions.
Seeing Fang Yuan's tear-streaked face.
Jiang Cheng's heart jolted. For some reason, a trace of heartache that shouldn't have been there suddenly rose from the depths of his soul.
Jiang Cheng's eyes flashed with a hint of complex emotion.
It was mainly because Fang Yuan's face looked so much like Zhou Ying's.
The two of them even looked exactly the same when they frowned and bit their lips.
To be honest, if the lights were dimmed and the two of them were lying on a bed together biting their lower lips, Jiang Cheng might really not be able to tell who was who.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Jiang Cheng spoke up, "Auntie, Ying'er is fine."