The powerful cultivators in the city

"They are over there! Hurry!"

"The migrant workers are collectively asking for wages. This is hot news. We must grab it."

"After the interview, publish the article immediately and strive to be on the headlines of tonight's evening news."

Suddenly, several urgent voices rang out.

Everyone turned their heads and was stunned.

I saw a group of media reporters carrying cameras and SLR cameras, running towards them like athletes sprinting 100 meters.

In a blink of an eye, a female reporter rushed over. Before she could catch her breath, she had already handed over the microphone in her hand: "Master worker, we received a report from an insider that the boss owed you wages, so you gathered to demand wages. Can you tell me the specific situation?"

"Bullshit!"

The person being interviewed by the female reporter was Zheng Yunqiang, who was furious when he heard it, "Our boss is the best boss in the world. Even if the project funds were robbed and he had no money, he would borrow money to pay us wages, and he also helped poor families like me. Who made up this rumor? Giving birth to a son without an anus!"

"That's right, this is naked slander. Not only did the boss not owe us wages, he also paid us in advance!"

"Who is the insider who reported it? Let him come out and see if we don't beat him to death!"

Other workers also said angrily.

Huh?

The media reporters were stunned and looked at each other.

What's going on?

It's completely opposite to what they know.

"That's not right, didn't you all put up banners?"

A male reporter saw the white banner hanging between the two basketball hoops and pointed, "If this isn't a collective wage demand, what is it?"

Uh...

Everyone was stunned.

Why did they forget to take this thing off.

"So what? Can't we just have fun with the boss?"

Zheng Yunqiang shouted, "This proves that the boss and us workers are close and get along well."

Fuck...

When the male reporter heard this, he felt like a thousand horses were passing by.

What kind of excuse is this?

"Dear media friends, this is the situation."

Chen Hao smiled and said, "Mr. Wang Zhanquan had an accident yesterday afternoon. The project money was robbed by criminals. After the news spread, the workers were instigated by people with ulterior motives and thought that they would delay their wages, so they came to ask for an explanation. But in fact, Mr. Wang Zhanquan had already raised funds through other channels and would not delay the payment at all, so it was a false alarm."

So that's it...

The reporters finally understood and couldn't help showing disappointment.

They didn't care whether Wang Zhanquan delayed the payment, but they cared about the social hot spot of migrant workers collectively demanding their wages.

If this didn't happen, it would be a waste of time.

"Friends from the media, you didn't come here in vain."

How could Chen Hao not understand their thoughts? He said loudly: "You know, even after the project funds were robbed and he suffered huge losses, Mr. Wang Zhanquan still did not forget his original intention and worked hard to raise funds to pay wages to his migrant workers. Such an outstanding entrepreneur with a sense of responsibility, morality, and active giving back to the society, isn't it worthy of your interview and publicity, setting an example, and becoming an industry model? This is also valuable hot news!"

Yes!

Upon hearing this, the reporters' eyes lit up and they rushed to Wang Zhanquan, holding microphones and asking questions.

Wang Zhanquan looked at Chen Hao in surprise.

Chen Hao's doing this is equivalent to giving him another big gift.

Through this positive publicity, his company will definitely become famous, and there will be more orders in the future, and the source of income will be rolling in, that's for sure.

"As an entrepreneur, I shoulder important social responsibilities, love the party, the country, and the people..."

Wang Zhanquan accepted the interview with high spirits.

Chen Hao was paying wages to the workers on the side.

After a while, the interview was over and the workers' wages were all paid.

The reporters left happily.

Chen Hao and Wang Zhanquan's family, Xiao He and the workers also came to the restaurant happily, booked all the seats, and had a big meal.

After dinner, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Chen Hao, let's go, I'll call a few girls, let's go to KTV to sing."

Wang Jie was drunk and his face was red. He didn't have enough fun yet, so he put his arm around Chen Hao's shoulders and said.

"No, I have to go back."

Chen Hao looked at his phone and was a little worried.

Before dinner, he sent a WeChat message to Du Xueqing, saying that he had something to do and would be back later, and asked Du Xueqing to make something to eat by herself.

Du Xueqing didn't reply.

This doesn't seem like this girl's character.

"Fuck, you value women over friendship. You live with your girlfriend and leave your buddies aside."

Wang Jie said dissatisfiedly.

During dinner, Chen Hao had already told him about getting Villa No. 18 in Mingyu Villa.

"It's not living together, it's living in the same villa. Besides, Miss Xueqing is not my girlfriend. I've told you so many times."

Chen Hao said helplessly.

"It's only a matter of time before a man and a woman get together and it's a matter of time."

Wang Jie smiled obscenely, "I still have a few bottles of Indian God Oil. Do you want them?"

"Keep them for yourself."

Chen Hao snorted, "I'm leaving."

"Uncle Wang, Aunt Yang, I'm going back first."

He said hello to Wang Zhanquan and his wife again, got in the car and left.

Half an hour later, Chen Hao returned to Villa No. 18 in Mingyu Villa.

"Xueqing, where are you?"

Entering the lobby on the first floor, Chen Hao felt a little strange.

It stands to reason that Du Xueqing should have come down when she heard the sound of the car entering the garage.

Why is there no one?

Then, Chen Hao's spiritual sense swept through, and his face suddenly changed.

Whoosh!

He jumped directly to the third floor and kicked open the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, the huge bathtub was already full of water, but the faucet was still on, and the water kept overflowing and flowing into the floor drain.

Du Xueqing sank to the bottom of the clear water.

Chen Hao stepped forward and hugged her out, and probed into her body with spiritual sense, checking nervously.

After a while, Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Du Xueqing had been drowning for a long time and had held her breath, due to the spirit gathering array, the spiritual energy in the water was overflowing and constantly nourishing her, so she did not lose her vital signs.

Chen Hao immediately lowered his head, performed artificial respiration, and input pure magic power.

Soon, Du Xueqing's jade body trembled slightly and became conscious.

Immediately, she felt a continuous influx of pure power that made her extremely comfortable.

Chen Hao...