The president of the news agency shivered slightly and confessed everything he knew, though he tried to downplay his profit-making intentions.
"Blue Star needs talent. My friend is responsible for recalling technical staff. Many of Blue Starâs technical personnel followed the warriors to the frontline. The remaining ones are willing to return only when Blue Star is peaceful and stable again."
"When did you come up with the idea?"
"Just in the past few days."
"Be more specific, was it Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday? Morning or evening?"
The president was incredulous, stunned for a few seconds by the questioning.
"Answer quickly," the interrogator demanded sternly.
"Friday night, while having a late-night snack with my friend." After uttering these words, the president was once again dumbfounded.
He recalled something, "He started by complaining about the lack of personnel and then mentioned that the big bosses all have assistants and secretaries. The topic then shifted to Su Xiaocai, saying she often works alone and mentioning how amazing she is. The little girl often communicates with big bosses, which canât be ideal."
A classic example of successful psychological suggestion. The president held his forehead, feeling stupid, recalling the whole process and not knowing when he had been influenced, drinking so much he got drunk from just a few cups.
The investigator reported to Su Xiaocai, "Thatâs how it is. Now the presidentâs friend has fled, whereabouts unknown. Do we proceed with the prosecution?"
"Prosecute. The person ran away, and thereâs no evidence to prove the president was truly foolish." Itâs possible the mastermind is the president himself, and the so-called friend is just a scapegoat. The truth or falsity is uncertain; the "friend" could well be reduced to nothing but ashes.
"They probably wonât be detained for long; the other partyâs attitude in admitting wrongdoing is good."
"Follow the normal procedures. Detain him as long as possible. We wonât accept compensation; his record must reflect the case." Su Xiaocai smiled slightly. The fleas donât itch anymore when there are too many.
Blue Star is a place of many troubles, with spies, moles, religious groups, and various forces, all coveting its achievements.
Itâs not beneficial to handle this aggressively, and even with aggression, it wonât work. As long as the Law Enforcement Departmentâs investigation matches what the president said, Su Xiaocai canât increase the penalty through force.
Currently, she just needs to avoid appearing weak, as weakness invites bullying.
Sometimes, Su Xiaocai feels like sheâs almost too benevolent.
But the world functions this way; what she does conflicts with the interests of many, and numerous people dislike her, plotting against her like a fish swimming upstream.
You canât teach a lesson to everyone; solve problems as they come, and donât let yourself get bogged down in negativity. Then life goes on.
No matter how high your position, itâs the same.
The only one who can foresee everything is a god; sheâs just a person.
...
Hiding in a safe place, Yang Tingzhen saw the report sent back and rubbed her temples. Was her son born to clash with her?
Yang Tingzhen refrained from calling her son a fool; after all, she gave birth to him.
He couldnât win over a girl and even handed a knife to Su Xiaocai to stab her.
The Blue Starâs external news network was hers. Although she wasnât the corporate entity, she was the largest shareholder.
She could only scold the president as an idiot, his tactics so clumsy.
With the competition imminent, the news networkâs role was significant. Su Xiaocai made her move early, and Blue Starâs upper echelon had already decided to shut down the news network for three months. During this time, no recruitment information could be posted, no hit lists could be manipulated by hired influencers, and they couldnât participate in any competition-related reports.
Inability to report meant reporters couldnât even enter the competition venue.
This was the lesson imposed.
Yang Tingzhen took a deep breath, experiencing the frustration those on Capital Star felt when dealing with Su Xiaocai.
Omnipresent and with miraculous luck.
Business people are more superstitious, and Yang Tingzhen was no exception. She believed Su Xiaocai was in a streak of luck, and it was best to avoid her if possible.
She flicked the cigarette into the ashtray, and called other news companies to see if any reporters could be inserted.
Then she ordered Yang Zhao, "Donât stay on Blue Star anymore. Iâll arrange for you to come over."
When Yang Zhao saw the message, a rebellious thought stirred in him. He had studied what he was told to, did what he was asked to do.
What more did they want from him? The shrewdness hidden in Su Xiaocaiâs eyes was just like Yang Tingzhenâs. He couldnât pretend to be someone else in front of her, as if she could see through him at a glance, which chilled him to the core.
He wanted to be tough just this once and pretend he didnât see it.
Someone knocked on the apartment door, "Sir, weâve come to help you move."
Yang Zhao: "..."
How could Yang Tingzhen not know what kind of person her own son was? Nearly thirty years old and still so naive. Seeing he couldnât win over Su Xiaocai, she knew Yang Zhao had shrunk back in fear.
Yang Tingzhen could afford to lose many things, but she couldnât afford to lose Yang Zhao.
In fact, her son wasnât the most important; crucially, she couldnât have more children and she needed an heir.