Chapter 1939 Summoned by the Big Shot

People often say that the masses have sharp eyes.

Justice is always late, but never absent.

These two statements are actually wrong.

The masses are the easiest to mislead; their true nature is to be bystanders.

What most people love most is not seeking the truth, but watching the excitement. The truth doesn't matter to them.

They only care whether what you show them is what they want to see. If it's pleasing, they cheer.

Otherwise, they curse loudly.

Once the carnival is over, those bystanders don't care about the truth at all.

Don't expect them to apologize for their ignorance and arrogance. They'll put on an innocent face, claiming to be poor souls deceived by others.

The real evil hands are the instigators.

This principle is actually the same as the people of the island nation during the Anti-Japanese War.

How innocent the people of the island nation were, diligently supporting the militarist aggressors, sending their husbands and sons to the battlefield—everything was the fault of the ruling class.

Heh...

As for the saying that justice is always late but never absent, that's even more nonsense.

If that were true, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have to spend two million every year to support those poor comfort women.

Justice isn't never absent; it's just that we are unaware of the absent justice.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng always adhered to one principle: if you can take action, don't argue; if you can solve a problem with money, don't negotiate.

"Fully suppress the heat of this matter. Also, directly send a lawyer's letter and sue them for defamation."

After Zheng Yao and the others finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng said directly, "Whether it's the business newspaper or that reporter, take them all to court. Also, check the addresses of those online trolls who posted. If you can find them, make them public."

"Ah?"

Zheng Yao was stunned. She hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng's reaction to be so intense.

Was he going to dox them?

Not just her, but everyone in the meeting room was stunned, looking at Zhao Fusheng in confusion, as if wondering why he had such a strong reaction.

"What, is it not allowed by law?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked, seeing everyone's reaction.

"Well..."

Zheng Yao naturally didn't know. She looked at the head of the company's legal department.

"It's not said to be disallowed, but there's no clear regulation prohibiting it either," the legal head said after thinking.

Cheng Gong was now Zhao Fusheng's personal lawyer, and Zheng Yao had hired a new head for the legal department of Future Group.

"That's fine."

Zhao Fusheng nodded upon hearing this. "I thought it wasn't allowed by law."

Then he looked at Zheng Yao. "You handle it. No matter who they are, release their identity information. Check if they've done anything bad and release that too."

"Isn't that a bit too much?" Zheng Yao hesitated, then said to Zhao Fusheng, "After all, they only posted a few comments."

"Yeah."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, but his face darkened. "Just a few comments, a few random remarks, some cursing—but have you considered that if my wife saw this post and got upset, causing a miscarriage, who would I complain to? Everyone must pay for their actions. Freedom of speech doesn't mean you can recklessly spout nonsense. People who judge right and wrong based on their imagination without knowing the truth deserve to be punished!"

He was genuinely angry. There were always those people who acted as if being poor gave them the right to be unreasonable, as if being part of the masses made them fearless. No matter what they did, they assumed a condescending attitude, completely unaware of how ridiculous they were.

It's like how we constantly mock the national football team and the national basketball team, but if we were put in their place, we'd perform even worse.

The so-called justice-seeking masses who don't know the truth are the most hateful group.

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Zhao Fusheng was clearly very angry, so naturally, no one dared to say much. They obediently followed his instructions, and the meeting ended quickly.

Back in his office, Zhao Fusheng's expression was still not good.

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"

Zheng Yao followed Zhao Fusheng into the office.

Based on her understanding of Zhao Fusheng, he shouldn't have been this angry.

But today, for some reason, Zhao Fusheng had lost his temper at the meeting, which really surprised Zheng Yao. She even felt she couldn't figure out what he was up to.

What was Zhao Fusheng scheming?

Zhao Fusheng, however, laughed and said to Zheng Yao, "What, doesn't this seem like me?"

"Not just unlike you, it's like a completely different person," Zheng Yao said bluntly.

Her relationship with Zhao Fusheng was not just that of boss and professional manager; they were also friends and mentor-student, so she spoke without many reservations.

Someone else might have considered whether speaking like that would annoy Zhao Fusheng.

But Zheng Yao didn't care about that at all.

She knew Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind her directness, and Zhao Fusheng knew she meant no harm—she was just discussing the matter.

"Do you think there are other people's eyes inside our company?"

Zhao Fusheng let out a faint laugh, then suddenly turned to Zheng Yao and asked.

Zheng Yao paused, opened her mouth as if to say something, clearly intending to explain.

But in the end, Zheng Yao still didn't speak.

Because she knew very well that she couldn't explain it clearly.

Corporate espionage has existed since ancient times; it's just that modern corporate spies are harder to catch.

You see, every piece of information these people transmit is worth tens of billions or more to the company.

Of course, the level of corporate spies within Future Group wouldn't be that high.

But even so, Zheng Yao knew that unless the information was circulated within a very small circle, content from meetings like today's would normally leak out.

"Come on, who's the mastermind behind this?" Zhao Fusheng sat in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk, asking Zheng Yao.

He didn't believe that with Zheng Yao's ability, she couldn't find out who was behind the scenes.

Clearly, in the meeting room just now, Zheng Yao hadn't told the truth.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, Zheng Yao didn't waste words and directly said, "Baidu."

"Oh!"

Zhao Fusheng was slightly startled, a bit surprised.

He really hadn't expected that Baidu would be behind this.

"Is it that serious?" Zhao Fusheng said helplessly. "Is our grudge with Baidu really that deep?"

Zheng Yao smiled bitterly. "They've already lost forty percent of their advertising market to us. How could they not resent us?"

"In that case, let's strike back."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to ask further, waving his hand and said, "Start a counterattack targeting Baidu's search issues. Their Tieba's piracy, pornographic web searches, and so on—they're not clean either."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Zheng Yao nodded, having no objection to Zhao Fusheng's decision.

She was now a decisive person herself and naturally understood that at a time like this, if she didn't show her strength to the other side, she would just be waiting to be dealt with.

After Zheng Yao left, Xue Yuanfang walked in.

"What's wrong? Problems with the PR department?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Xue Yuanfang and asked.

"No, don't worry. With me here, what problems could there be?" Xue Yuanfang said with a smile. "I've already greased the wheels; the media will calm things down as soon as possible."

Then, he said to Zhao Fusheng with concern, "But regarding the online aspect, I think you should let Dong Guoxiang and his team of programmers handle it. They're more professional at this."

"That's true, then give him a call later."

Zhao Fusheng thought it over and felt Xue Yuanfang's suggestion was quite reasonable, so he nodded in agreement.

After finishing the company matters, Xue Yuanfang said to Zhao Fusheng, "Um, there's something. Do you have time recently?"

"What is it?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled. He knew Xue Yuanfang must have something to ask him.

"It's like this: the head of my household wants to meet you." Xue Yuanfang hesitated but finally told Zhao Fusheng the truth.

"Sure."

Zhao Fusheng replied casually.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

The head of Xue Yuanfang's household!

That would mean that big shot!

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

Zhao Fusheng immediately lost his composure.

No matter how great his achievements were now, he was still an ordinary person. Suddenly having the chance to meet that future big shot—it would be a lie to say he wasn't excited.

"You're not joking, are you?"

Looking at Xue Yuanfang, Zhao Fusheng asked in surprise, "Your uncle wants to see me?"

"Mm."

Xue Yuanfang smiled and nodded: "He appreciates you and wants to meet you."

"Alright, you set a time. I'm available anytime." Zhao Fusheng quickly nodded.

"Good."

Xue Yuanfang was naturally very happy.

He was very willing for Zhao Fusheng to meet that big shot in his family, after all, he had facilitated the introduction.

Originally, he was just a playboy in the family, but now he had become a bridge. Xue Yuanfang naturally felt a great sense of achievement.

Everyone actually has dreams, but some people have to give up their dreams for various reasons.

And now, Zhao Fusheng's appearance had reignited Xue Yuanfang's dreams.

Watching Xue Yuanfang leave, Zhao Fusheng's mood inexplicably improved. The somewhat gloomy mood he had earlier suddenly lightened considerably. He was increasingly looking forward to the day he would meet that gentleman.