"Anecdote of the Three Eastern Provinces" is a morning newspaper. It is published every night. When people in the east go out to eat breakfast, this newspaper arrives at the major newsstands. The old Yangtou who sells newspapers is very strange. "There were so many people, he only had fifty newspapers in his hand, and they sold out in less than half an hour. This newspaper is not considered a best seller on weekdays. What happened today? Is there any way to get rich in the newspaper? I don't understand, I don't understand, anyway, the newspaper was bought out early, and the old head Yang, who had nothing to do, went home to drink by himself.
Originally, this newspaper did not attract the attention of many "creditors," but unfortunately, there are rumors among thousands of people. Since Huang Wenhu recognized Feng this junior on the top of Mount Tai, he could somewhat help. In fact, Huang Wenhu is quite optimistic about this old brother Li's apprentice. That being the case, I'll add to the flames a little bit, make this newspaper a big hit, and let the news spread.
If Thousands of Rumors want to spread any news, I am afraid that no one can stop them, even if it is a little bit of news, Thousands of Rumors can be said to be true, let alone spreading an established fact? Huang Huye went to the newsstand to buy a newspaper and chatted with old friends on the street casually. In just a few hours, the not-selling "Anecdote of the Northeast Provinces" was snapped up. It was empty, and everyone was paying attention to the Fang Ritu report. Soon, the Bahrain Bank case spread in the east at an alarming rate. Within half a day, even people in rural towns knew it. In the world, there is such a bankrupt bank called Baring Bank, although they don’t know what investment is.
How did Huang Wenhu do it? He just complained to his friends that prices are too high and making money is not easy. It happened that there was an article about high returns in the newspaper. He also "by the way" gave an example, and then "by the way" said the high returns. Risk. The speaker is not intent, but the listener is interested. This is a master who specializes in eating by speculation. He is very clever. After three turns and two turns, he understands what Huang Hu is worried about. Their home is very close to Mr. Liang. Mr. Liang’s business is indeed big, and when he thinks about it later, he thinks of the bonds issued by the bank. The example of the Baring Bank is very good. I’ve worked so hard to save half of my life’s money. !
Mr. Liang was sitting in the living room drinking afternoon tea when he saw the housekeeper rushing towards him again holding a newspaper. It must be bad news. Putting down the teacup, I saw the newspaper handed over by the butler.
"What's the matter?" Mr. Liang took the newspaper and looked through it roughly and didn't seem to find his name.
"Look at this article. The Bahrain Bank case here is exactly the same as our current situation!" The butler pointed to a paragraph in the middle of the newspaper, which was Fang Ritu's "High Yield and High Risk".
"Are you saying that this article alludes to our bank? Isn't this a bit of a fanfare?" Mr. Liang didn't care, it seemed too far-fetched.
"But according to reports from our spies, today this newspaper is sold out everywhere, and there are rumors spreading that there is something wrong with our bank. Today, someone at the bank asked for a refund of the principal, and there was a low price to sell us. In the black market of bonds issued, the price is already 1:0.93, so it’s not good to go on like this.” The butler didn’t think it was weird when he got the news, but the combination of today’s series of phenomena is obviously a generation of monarchs. A good move!
"So, someone has ulterior motives?" Mr. Liang squinted his eyes and crumpled the newspaper into a ball. "Go and ask the person in charge of the newspaper to see if he is tired and crooked." The words were murderous.
"Big, big brother, lord, I really didn't think much about it. I definitely don't dare to oppose you." The newspaper president had just woke up from alcohol at the moment, and his brain couldn't react to it for a while. He was driven out of the office with a gun just now, and now he is sitting in a Hummer, facing two big gunmen and a gentle butler.
"Who wrote this article?" The butler didn't want to embarrass the newspaper president. Obviously, this poor creature was also a gunman. He motioned to the two sturdy men to put down the guns in their hands, took out a cigarette by himself, and handed another one to the president.
"It's an editor under me, what's the matter?" The president still can't figure out the situation. The chief executive of the Liang family is rarely seen on weekdays. This is also a master with less than 10,000 people. Today is actually very polite. I asked myself to speak. Although the invitation method was a bit rough, the president claimed to be a generous person and didn't mind.
"Then the editor came to work today?" The butler seemed to see Dai Junchoi's shadow again, look at it, this so-called editor must never be able to find a trace again. Oh my god, how come there are people who raise this guy on behalf of the king everywhere. This is the east, this is Mr. Liang's site.
"I drank too much yesterday. Let's rest at home today. I'll call you her." The president took out his cell phone and dialed Fang Ritu's phone. He didn't believe that this cute and lovely female editor would have anything to do with Mr. Liang, and he thought with confidence that he would call the little beauty over to explain the situation, and he probably wouldn't have anything to do with him.
"She'd better come over. Do you know how much trouble this report has caused the Liang family? Mr. Liang is furious now." The butler looked at the president sympathetically, as if looking at a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off." Fang Ritu didn't turn off the phone, she just blocked the president. Leaning on the sofa now, eating freshly-fried five-spice melon seeds, and reporting to Dai Jun.
"This, it must be a coincidence." The president was a little panicked. He had heard of Mr. Liang's murder without blinking. He didn't want to offend this tyrant because of it. No matter what, you have to quickly find this beautiful female editor. Picking up girls is a small matter, and life is precious.
Unfortunately, less than three minutes later, the unlucky president received Fang Ritu’s message: "The president is okay with Mr. Liang. The little girl’s report was not intended to other people. The purpose is to expose the inside story of the Liang Group’s shortfall. Now return to City A safely without worrying. Dai Junchoi's subordinate Fangritu pays respect." When the president called again, it was still turned off, but this time Fangritu threw the phone card into the trash can. The president's life may have turned into a tragedy from then on. The butler shook his head helplessly, facing the furious Mr. Liang, friend, you ask for more blessings.
The president finally understood that he had been placed in a car seat, and he couldn’t say a word when he was paralyzed on the seat of the car. Perhaps he was waiting for him in the private prison of the Liang family. It is probably a blessing to be alive, but it’s a pity. I didn't even leave a suicide note.