I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 540 Whose City Is This?

The next day, in the morning.

"Whose city is this city, I will show you now!"

Listening to the threat on the phone, Qi Shu inexplicably felt a chill rush over him.

"Clap."

The long-haired boy hung up the phone, put on a suit, and faced the rising sun.

Qi Shu clenched his palms tightly.

"Zhao Shanhe!!!"

A name burst out between his teeth.

Nine o'clock this morning.

The city hall announced the number of votes for each district. Yang Denghui, No. 033, Shilin District, won with 029 votes, [-] votes higher than the [-] votes of the second place, [-] Zhao Shanhe.

Yang Denghui won the LW seat!
However, Zhao Shanhe didn't see any sign of failure. He came to the company and began to prepare for the thank-you banquet, inviting Sanlian Enterprises, Zhongyixin, Wengang Gang, Shilin, Yixin, and Zhongzheng from all the districts.

A thank you dinner will be held at the Taoyuan Hotel three days later.

This campaign has united more than half of the community enterprises, Jiaotou, and Xiangxian on Taiwan Island, making the foundation of the Taipei branch more stable. It can be said that the struggle has promoted class unity.

All the bigwigs and sages who received the dinner invitation readily agreed and planned to go to the banquet in three days.

"Mr. Zhao is not discouraged in defeat, and he still holds a thank-you banquet in return for us. He is courageous!" Uncle Zhang from Shilin District received the invitation and was full of praise.

His son and nephew asked: "Uncle, Mr. Zhao lost the election, shall we go?"

"go with!"

"Of course!" Zhang Bo said, "How can we tell who wins or loses at the moment? Mr. Zhao has the support of the parent company behind him, and there may not be a chance to make a comeback in two years."

"Since we supported Mr. Zhao once, we can't give up halfway and sweep Mr. Zhao's face."

The nephew said again: "What about the invitation from Mr. Yang?"

"We will also go to Mr. Yang's victory banquet!" Uncle Zhang said calmly, "Although we have never supported Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang sent the invitation to win us over."

"Let's take a look at Mr. Yang's demeanor."

"Yes, Third Uncle." The nephew replied.

……

Huang Huangzi found a reporter from the "Tainong Daily" that he had contacted in advance, and handed over the copied photos and videos to him: "I want to be on the front page."

Reporter Ma took the photos and video tapes, flipped through a few photos, and then hissed, "You want me to die!"

"I've already prepared the passport for you." Buttercup Boy sneered, "I've also taken the money, you don't think I gave you two million Hong Kong dollars just to let you report celebrity gossip?"

He slapped a pistol on the table: "Report, you may not die, if you don't report, you will definitely!"

Reporter Ma pressed the photo and swallowed: "They delete the article very quickly. Are you sure I've reported it for you, so it will definitely have an effect?"

Both Taiwan Island and Xiangjiang have a characteristic, that is, under the banner of freedom of public opinion, the newspaper media are loosely controlled. There are more newspapers, large and small, in Taiwan Island than in Xiangjiang.

Its newspapers are controlled by various camps and target people with different positions. Among them, "United Daily News" is the largest newspaper industry, with a sales volume of [-] copies per issue, and "Tainong Daily" has a sales volume of about [-] copies. A second-rate newspaper that does current affairs news and agricultural economics.

Relying on the influence of second-rate newspapers, coupled with a large group of gossip weekly magazines following suit, it is easy to stir up voter fraud cases.

Butterboy lit a cigarette and exhaled: "I choose you, and I have my reasons."

"You don't think I only have two million, do you?"

Reporter Ma gave a thumbs up: "Strong!"

He put the things in the bag, and replied by the way: "I have taken care of everything, and I promise to see you in the afternoon. Our president asked for sick leave a week ago. I thought he was really sick. Damn, it turned out that he was hiding." gone."

Butter Boy chuckled: "Others are the president. If you don't do something after receiving money, you just do something. This is called right! Who are you? You are a street boy who wants to make a lot of money without risking your life?"

Reporter Ma was speechless.

Huang Huangzi said: "Don't worry, He Yihai doesn't have a newspaper company in Taiwan Island, but there are a lot of newspaper companies in Xiangjiang that can introduce you to them. Wherever you like to go after the business is over."

"In addition, you are a good reporter who is brave enough to expose the truth. Those moths will never dare to mess with you. At least, they must settle us before they touch you."

Butterboy shrugged his shoulders with disdain on his face: "However, that group of lovers can't deal with us!"

Reporter Ma stretched out his palm: "There is one more thing that was promised to me."

"Oh!" Butter Boy clapped his palms and said with a smile, "I almost forgot."

He reached into his arms and took out an ID card: "This is Xiangjiang's ID card, it works for us, and there is a city behind it!"

"Anyway, Xiangjiang does not have diplomatic relations with Taiwan Island. Both of your ID cards can be used. If you need it, the third one will also be arranged for you!"

This kind of embassy, ​​the guarantee that can only be given by the national intelligence agency, is now as good as Yihai!
It is no exaggeration to say that you can provide people with an ID card, which makes it easier to do a lot of intelligence work.

There are only more than one hundred Hong Kong ID cards in the hands of the Eagle Group. If it is not for the importance of this operation, they will not spend one by one.

Reporter Ma held his ID card like a treasure: "No need, no need, this one is enough, Xiangjiang is a developed city, hehehe."

"Well, you have eyes!"

Butter Boy said.

in the afternoon.

two o'clock.

Boss Qi took a nap at the door of the hotel room, and had a nightmare in a daze, sweating profusely from shock.

"Keep to the north! He trembled in fright, woke up in a dream, opened his eyes, and there was a rapid knock on the door outside the room: "Da da da. "

"Da da da."

"President Qi, President Qi."

Qi Shu shouted angrily, "Who!"

"I'm Xiao Wang." The deputy head of the vote counting team was dripping with sweat, standing at the door anxiously.

Qi Shu took a breath, calmed down and said, "Xiao Wang, come in."

"President Qi!" Xiao Wang cautiously pushed open the front door, stepped forward with a newspaper in his hand, and said, "It's revealed!"

"What's the matter?" Qi Shu frowned inadvertently, and immediately widened his eyes and pupils, and shouted sharply: "Say it again!!!"

Xiao Wang frightened and handed over the newspaper: "Mr. Qi, this is the afternoon supplementary issue of "Tainong Daily". Someone took a photo of the counting station, and you are inside."

Qi Shu opened the newspaper with trembling hands, browsed through a few lines, and knew that "Tainong Daily" had exposed the whole fraud incident.

Some things can be done but cannot be said. When the sun shines in and the public opinion is raging, all demons and ghosts will be burned to ashes.

"Immediately send someone to talk to the newspaper, and prohibit the release of relevant news." Qi Shu shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Qi." Xiao Wang ran out quickly, Qi Shu quickly got up and changed his clothes, walked out of the room and said, "Get the car ready, go to the master's villa!"

"Yes, sir!" The two bodyguards shouted and agreed. At [-]:[-], Qi Shu put his hands neatly next to the seam of his trousers, bent deeply, thinking of a sentence that his teacher had admonished him back then. : "As an official, you must be strong, and your waist should not be too low, otherwise you will be suspected of flattery, your boss will not dare to reuse you, and your colleagues will look down on you!"

But now he disregarded etiquette and bowed at ninety degrees, imitating the appearance of a devil, almost kneeling on the ground.

"The teacher told you to go in." A middle-aged man walked out of the study and said, Qi Shu quickly straightened up and thanked softly: "Thank you, Secretary Hou."

After entering the large and bright study room, he bowed deeply again: "Good afternoon, teacher."

An old man with a goatee, a Chinese tunic suit, an upright face, and sharp eyes sat behind the desk and smiled: "I'm fine, but you're dying."

Qi Shu trembled all over, and said nervously: "I'm sorry, teacher, I have already sent someone to give an order to the newspaper. I believe the news will be published soon."

"In addition, through the perspective of photos and videos, I have someone determine the monitoring location, but I can't find out who did it for the time being."

The old man sighed and shook his head: "Now you are still busy shutting up people's mouths? The public opinion is like a river, it is better to keep things quiet than to keep them quiet. What's the use of keeping things secret? The people have memories."

"You hold a press conference and declare that your appearance at the scene is a routine inspection. There must be no problem with the number of votes, but because of public doubts, you will focus on the number of votes."

Qi Shu quickly agreed: "Yes, teacher!"

"I...I...I just follow the rules, and I don't know anyone would dare..." He wanted to defend himself, but the old man shouted fiercely: "According to the rules? How did you do it!"

"You really think you can cover the sky with your own hands! You dare to enter the working group to inspect the work group and hand out money in public. Do you have the qualifications! Once the counting of work starts, it needs to be completely kept secret, and no outsiders are absolutely allowed to show up!" Guang It is this point that Qi Shu has committed a taboo, but proper public relations can make the public forget, the public's memory is the worst, and a promise for certain things is enough.

Right or wrong doesn't matter.

People are just looking for psychological comfort.

"I think you are used to being arrogant, get out!" the old man yelled.

"Mr. Ankang, teacher goodbye." Qi Shu bowed again and again, and walked away humbly. The old man looked at his once high-spirited, smart and wise disciple, who had been corrupted by power for a long time, and turned into a man covered in mud and full of troubles. He couldn't help shaking his head and said : "If you can't keep your heart, you have no future!"

……

Butterboy smiled and returned to the company with a stack of newspapers, put them on the boss's office desk, and said triumphantly: "Brother Changmao, a total of [-] newspapers and magazines have published fraudulent news, and more than [-] fruit farmers and tea farmers are marching. That guy Qi Shu has already held a press conference and is convinced."

The newspaper stood by and looked at his subordinates, with a cigarette between his fingers, and advised: "Butter, the matter is only half done, don't be too complacent."

The long-haired boy shook his head with a smile and said: "It's okay, the brothers in the eagle group have worked hard, and I will definitely help you show your merits in front of Brother Bin."

Butter Boy scratched his head and said, "Thank you Brother Changmao, sorry, I have a long tail and I can't help it curling up again. Hehe, the main reason is that I am so happy to see that old whore Qi Shu eat so much, how dare he not let you choose?" ? Whether he can be selected does not depend on whether he will give in or not, but whether Grandpa wants to!"

"Ah!" Zhang Guobin was playing golf with Guan Jiahui at the New Territories Golf Course. He saw the ball slowly fall into the hole, but for some reason his nose started to itch.

Guan Jiahui hurriedly asked with concern: "Mr. Zhang, can you go back to your room and rest?"

Zhang Guobin smiled: "I'm just a little itchy!"

Guan Jiahui understood and blinked her eyes: "Zhang Sheng, I can help you relieve the itching."

Zhang Guobin looked embarrassed.

"Ok."

"Go back to the hotel room."

In Taipei, the people did not agree with the recounting method, and the protests continued. Some people proposed to select a jury from among the people and supervise the working group to recheck the votes.

However, not all the bullets of the Eagle Group brothers were fired. In the first batch of exposed photos, there were no photos of members of the working group collecting money.

(End of this chapter)