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Chapter 163 Explosion, anger, and fire (please ask for a monthly ticket! Please subscribe)
The South Korea Morning Post has just started in Incheon, and it was basically given away to various newsstands and other sales channels in the early stage.

But even so, not many can be sold every day.

Because the positioning overlaps with big newspapers like Incheon Daily and there is no exclusive news, citizens are naturally more willing to buy old newspapers that have been read for decades.

But today is different.

Today's South Korea Morning Post has the scoop.

And it's heavyweight.

In order to publicize, Lin Miaoxi spent a lot of money to hire a large number of toolmen to stand in front of each newsstand, or walk around the streets in an old-fashioned way to sell newspapers while shouting.

Primitive, but effective, just like handing out flyers.

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers! South Korea Morning News! Exclusive report on the daughter of the president of Incheon Ilbo who was arrested by the prosecution for multiple criminal offenses and may face life imprisonment!"

"Sell newspapers and sell newspapers! South Korea Morning News! Incheon Ilbo President Choo Soon-ji has repeatedly covered up his daughter's crimes..."

Today is October 10rd, South Korea's Open Day, one of the National Days, a holiday, so there are many people on the street.

This yelling can be seen everywhere, and the crowds on the streets and passers-by in front of the newsstands exploded.

People in Incheon are used to reading the Incheon Daily, which shows that it has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but it is precisely because no one knows the Incheon Daily that this call is even more touching.

"Give me a South Korean morning paper!"

"Little brother, bring me the South Korean morning paper!"

"Boss, do you have the South Korea Morning Post...sold out?"

The temporary newsboys and newsstands were crowded with people or queued up, and they all asked for the South Korean morning newspaper by name, and wanted to eat the exclusive big melon of the Incheon Ilbo.

After all, it sounds like a blast.

"Selling crazy! Call the newspaper to get the goods!"

The South Korea Morning Post's phone has been blasted, and all employees have to be temporary operators to answer the phone.

"Send another [-] copies? Okay, okay...there is a call coming in, please wait a moment, hello, may I ask..."

"Five thousand copies? We will arrange it right away."

Fortunately, Lin Miaoxi was well prepared and printed a large number of today's newspapers one day in advance, and even contacted the delivery truck, otherwise today would be a mess.

"Axi! I really didn't expect President Qiu to look at a well-mannered media person who claims to have a sense of social responsibility, and actually cover up and condone his daughter's crime!"

"I've seen through his hypocrisy a long time ago. He who talks about being a good person all day is definitely not a good person!"

"Severely punish Qiu Meiyan! Damn it, how can it be so bad, we must unite and march to put pressure on the prosecution, and we can't let them close the case hastily!"

South Korea Morning Post used a lot of space to report on the case of Choo Mi-yeon, selected a few of her relatively bad deeds and described them in detail, and also highlighted her admission during the interrogation that Choo Soon-ji knew about it and helped her deal with the ending.

Lin Miaoxi personally wrote the manuscript. As a high-achieving student and former ace reporter of Jingxiang News, her writing is pungent and her words are precise, which can easily arouse the anger of ordinary people against capitalists like Qiu Shunzhi.

Citizens who have read the newspapers are filled with righteous indignation and fury, while those who have not read the newspapers are equally bursting with justice after hearing rumors that are more exaggerated than the facts.

The matter fermented rapidly, and there was a storm outside. Qiu Shunzhi, who stayed up all night writing manuscripts, didn't know anything for the time being.

At this time, the waste manuscripts crumpled up on the floor of his office can be seen everywhere, and he is writing an article criticizing the misdeeds of Incheon district prosecutors.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open.

"Father..." It was his two sons who came in.

"Axi! Didn't I tell you not to disturb me when I'm writing?" Qiu Shunzhi angrily interrupted the two of them, and snapped.

The eldest son said anxiously with a pale face: "Something happened!"

"Something has happened!" The second son added.

"What's the matter?" Seeing this, Qiu Shunzhi gradually restrained the anger on his face, and asked in a deep voice after frowning.

The eldest son said: "Someone is slandering our family."

"How to discredit it?" Qiu Shunzhi frowned even more when he heard this, feeling that the two sons were making a fuss.

After all, they are the only ones who discredit others in Incheon.

Who dares to discredit Qiu's family?
As for a little gossip, it doesn't hurt.

"They told us what we did." The second son swallowed, and quickly stepped forward to hand over the newspaper in his hand: "Dad, you can read it yourself."

He also contributed a sales volume to the South Korea Morning Post.

"South Korea Morning News? Where did this third-rate tabloid come from?" Qiu Shunzhi took the newspaper, and his face became serious after seeing the headline. After reading it, he was already furious and tore the newspaper to pieces, his face twitching constantly: " Burn down their printing house for me!"

After he finished speaking, he looked down at the "Written Calligraphy" that he had written all night, grabbed it and tore it to pieces.

It's useless, and now any bad reports he has about the Incheon District Prosecutor will be attacked as dirty water.

But he couldn't clean up the ground inspection.

Can't you still clean up a third-rate tabloid?

"Dad, if they burn their factory at this time, others will doubt us." The eldest son reminded.

Qiu Shunzhi said coldly: "The burning of their factory is equivalent to becoming dumb. If they can't print newspapers, why blame us? Say hello to all the printing factories after the burning. Who dares to cooperate with this shitty South Korea morning newspaper?" Just do it against me, Qiu Shunzhi!"

"I would like to say hello to all the media. They are not allowed to report or interview the burning of the South Korea Morning News factory. Remember to only burn the printing factory, and don't kill people."

Their family has been in Incheon for so many years, and they are the only ones in the media circle. A tabloid that has never heard of it is trying to step on Qiu's family to take off.

"I'll do it now." The second son turned and left.

The eldest son stayed where he was: "Father, the discussion is so heated now, do we want to clarify?"

It is estimated that the people will soon besiege the newspaper building.

These rascals like to meddle in other people's business. They obviously have nothing to do with them, but they are more excited than the parties concerned.

"Clarification, how to clarify?" Qiu Shunzhi asked coldly, and then said: "Accuse the Incheon District Prosecutor's statement to be inconsistent with the facts? Or accuse your sister of lying to smear me? Do you think the citizens will believe it?"

"Any clarification now is just sophistry, and it will only further arouse the anger of the people. The Incheon District Prosecutor's goal is not my sister, but also wants to attack me."

Qiu Shunzhi is not stupid, and he has a good eye. As soon as the South Korea Morning Post's interview with Minister Liao came out, he smelled something unusual, and the prosecutor's office wanted to do it.

"Then what should I do?" The eldest son exclaimed.

Qiu Shunzhi exhaled: "I admit my mistakes to the public and announce my resignation, and actively cooperate with the prosecution's investigation."

"Father..." The eldest son hurriedly tried to persuade him.

Qiu Shunzhi raised his hand to interrupt him: "Only in this way can the people be outraged. As long as the heat of this matter is quickly lowered, we can use public opinion as a weapon to force the local prosecutors to compromise. I will be fine."

Besides, he just resigned on the surface to deceive those fools, but he still controls the overall situation secretly.

After all, Incheon Ilbo is a family business.

Qiu Shunzhi soon published his letter of apology through the TV station. In the letter, he emphasized that everything he did was out of a father's desire to protect his daughter, and he deliberately downplayed the identity of the president and editor-in-chief of the Incheon Daily News. Gain the approval of a large number of parents.

The public's anger is easy to stir up, and it is also easy to cool down. After Qiu Shunzhi apologized and announced his resignation to cooperate with the prosecution's investigation, some citizens who yelled at him felt that he had done a good job.

"Chairman Qiu just loves his daughter dearly. Besides, Qiu Meiyan has been arrested by the prosecution, and he is willing to cooperate with the investigation. There is no need to continue to be aggressive."

"Yeah, I'm also a father, and I can understand his mentality. As long as Qiu Meiyan is punished, it's enough. President Qiu is a good person. Last year, he donated more than one billion won for charity." .”

"He just made the mistake a father would make..."

Regarding this kind of remarks, Xu Jingxian just wants to say: What the hell are you, three generations of mud legs go to empathize with the capitalists, are you cheap!
Of course, although there are silly beeps, there are still quite a few normal people, who are still marching against Qiu Shunzhi.

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In the evening, a high-end hotel in Incheon.

Zhong Chengxue changed into casual clothes and came to the appointment.

After walking to the private room, push the door and enter.

"Director Zhong, you are here, please take a seat." Seeing this, Jiang Zhiqing immediately stood up with a smile and greeted him enthusiastically.

Zhong Chengxue's attitude is very kind: "Young Master Jiang, you don't have to be so polite. Your sister is not only my right-hand man, but also my friend. We have a deep relationship."

The Jiang family has considerable wealth and connections in Incheon.

So Zhong Chengxue naturally wants to save face.

"What Director Zhong said is that I often hear my sister say that you take good care of her." Jiang Zhiqing kept talking nonsense, his sister never mentioned Zhong Chengxue.

He himself didn't know much about Zhong Chengxue.

Otherwise, they would not have come to him.

"Director, this is the special dish of this restaurant..."

After the two sat down, they began to eat and drink. After three rounds of wine and five flavors, the relationship became warmer.

Only then did Jiang Zhiqing bring up the serious matter: "To be honest, I invited Director Zhong tonight tonight to ask for something other than seeing his heroic demeanor. I hope I can agree."

He looked calmly at Zhong Chengxue opposite.

"Jiang Shao, please be blunt. If I can help, I will definitely not refuse. If I can't help, then there is nothing I can do." Zhong Chengxue said drunkenly.

Can't talk too much.

Whether he can help or not is up to him.

"Director Zhong can definitely help with this job. I never ask for help." Jiang Zhiqing smiled slightly, put down his glass and said, "The Renhe Society has some old grievances with me, and President Han of the Loyalty Society is familiar with me and is willing to help." I'm out of breath, so I want to ask the director to sell me a favor, how about doing me a favor?"

After hearing this, Zhong Chengxue was shocked. The real culprit who killed the ax was found, and he was Han Guozhong.

Although this Jiang Zhiqing was somewhat capable, he was still too young after all. He didn't know how deeply he was involved with the Renhe Society, so he dared to ask him to come to him.

"Jiang Shao asked me for the first time, and I naturally had to agree, otherwise I would not let down the good wine and food tonight?" Zhong Chengxue laughed loudly.

Don't be afraid of people being smart, and don't be afraid of people being stupid.

I'm afraid that someone like Jiang Zhiqing who is a little clever and likes to be self-righteous will often cause trouble for the family.

"Director Zhong is a straightforward person!" Jiang Zhiqing also laughed and clapped his hands: "Director Zhong is straightforward, and I am not stingy. A little courtesy is not a respect."

The door of the private room was pushed open, and a tall and strong middle-aged man came in with two cash boxes and put them down.

Jiang Zhiqing pushed to Zhong Chengxue: "This is just a small meeting gift, and there will be a big thank you after it is done."

The so-called reluctance to let the child not be tied to the wolf, not to mention that he does not intend to do this hammer business, but wants to take this opportunity to establish a long-term interest relationship with Zhong Chengxue.

"I told you that Young Master Jiang is not to be polite, but you are still so polite." Director Zhong shook his head, took the two boxes and put them beside him, raised his glass and said, "I wish Jiang Shaoqi success with this drink."

Take money for nothing, don't don't want it for nothing.

What's more, Jiang Zhiqing wouldn't worry if he didn't want it.

"Then I'll borrow Director Zhong's auspicious words."

At the same time, the Xu family was also having dinner.

"cheers!"

Xu Jingxian, Lin Miaoxi, and Han Xiuya raised their glasses and clinked together, then downed their heads in one gulp.

There are extremely rich dishes on the table.

Even Wangcai had an extra meal tonight.

"Today, the newspaper sold 15 copies. The South Korea Morning Post became a hit and became famous. I would like to thank Obama for his support and my sister-in-law for her contribution."

Lin Miaoxi smiled brightly, she was pregnant and could not drink, so the glass was filled with fruit juice.

The reputation has started, and other newspapers are afraid of the Qiu family's fear of reporting Qiu Meiyan's case. Next, as long as the South Korea Morning Post continues to follow up, it will not worry about sales at all.

Over time, it will have its own market.

"How can I pay?" Han Xiuya asked, raising a jade foot wrapped in shredded meat from under the dining table to rub against Xu Jingxian's leg, teasing him from time to time.

This has become a little show at every meal.

As long as she is with Xu Jingxian, she can't stay idle.

She was high-tempered and stagnant, while intentionally winking at Xu Jingxian while biting her chopsticks with red lips and teeth.

Xu Jingxian helped Lin Miaoxi answer while bearing the black-box operation of his sister-in-law: "Isn't your care for us two in life just to give? Without you to arrange everything at home, how can Miaoxi and I devote ourselves to work outside?" Where are you going?"

The most important thing is to solve his physical needs.

Although there is still Li Sangxi, but sometimes I suddenly want to eat fish at home, so I can't have to run outside.

So it is most convenient to raise fish at home.

The fish raised by myself is fat and juicy, pure natural and pollution-free, with zero additives, so you can eat it with confidence.

"Ouba is right." Lin Miaoxi nodded with a smile.

"Jingle bell! Jingle bell!"

At this moment, a mobile phone rang.

"It's mine." Lin Miaoxi put down the bowls and chopsticks and walked towards the living room, took out the mobile phone in the satchel to connect, then her face paled instantly, and she said in surprise: "What did you say?"

Xu Jingxian and Han Xiuya immediately followed the prestige.

"Are there any casualties?" Lin Miaoxi asked, and heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that there were no: "Okay, I know."

After hanging up the phone, she stood still in a daze, then sat down on the sofa dully.

"What's wrong?" Xu Jingxian walked over and sat down beside her, and asked with concern as he hugged her.

Han Xiuya also put on her high heels and walked over.

Lin Miaoxi threw herself into Xu Jingxian's arms and wept loudly.

"The printing factory is on fire, and it can't be stopped. All equipment and raw materials will definitely be burned. Today, many bosses ordered newspapers in advance. If they can't deliver them tomorrow, they will face liquidated damages..."

Just when her career started to improve, she was hit hard again. She felt physically and mentally exhausted after being driven from Seoul to Incheon.

"This...how did it catch fire all of a sudden!" Han Xiuya turned pale with shock, and then said: "Did it be set aside artificially? Qiu Shunzhi did it! It must be him!"

The South Korean Morning Post had just reported Choo Soon-ji's scandal in the morning, and the printing factory was burned down in the evening. Anyone who is a normal person would immediately suspect Choo Soon-ji.

After all, there is no such thing as a coincidence.

"Whether it is or not, it has to be him." A stern look flashed in Xu Jingxian's eyes, he picked up Lin Miaoxi's mobile phone and called Fatty Liu: "The printing factory of South Korea Morning News on XX Road is on fire, find some corpses and throw them in."

Lin Miaoxi and Han Xiuya immediately looked at him together.

"Yes." Although Fatty Liu was busy investigating the murderer who killed the axe, he didn't dare to neglect Xu Jingxian's account. After hanging up the phone, he was about to ask someone to find the corpse when the phone rang again. It was Zhong Chengxue calling.

He pressed the answer button: "Hello, Director Zhong."

"The one who killed the ax was probably Han Guozhong..." Director Zhong had already walked out of the restaurant, and told Fatty Liu about the dinner with Jiang Zhiqing just now in the car.

"Jiang Zhiqing!" Fatty Liu repeated these three words word by word. He had just read this person's profile some time ago, so he still had relevant memories in his mind.

He never expected that he would ask someone to kill Ax just because he let the ax warn him.

Of course, he wouldn't dare to directly attack Jiang Zhiqing, but Han Guozhong would never let him go.

Didn't the other party want to launch a general attack on the Renhe Society?
Then I will make a surprise attack on him tonight.

It just so happened that the corpse that Minister Xu wanted was found.

And still fresh.

On the other side, at the Xu family, Lin Miaoxi looked at Xu Jingxian and said, "Are you trying to pretend to be burning people to death, and take this opportunity to make things worse and pour dirty water on Qiu Shunzhi?"

Setting fire and setting fire to death are two different concepts.

What's more, several people were burned to death.

As soon as this is reported.

Qiu Shunzhi will be pushed to the forefront again.

"My wife is really smart." Xu Jingxian praised.

Lin Miaoxi frowned: "But the printing factory was burned and there will be no newspapers to sell tomorrow, and other factories dare not cooperate with me, and other media will not report."

She also knows the status of Incheon Ilbo in Incheon.

"Don't forget that South Korea Morning Post has a shareholder." Xu Jingxian took out his mobile phone and found Zheng Yongfan's number.

Lin Miaoxi's eyes lit up: "Yes, Zheng Yongfan!"

Zheng Yongfan is the toubob of Incheon. If he asked, he would definitely find a printing factory to print newspapers.

Xu Jingxian immediately called Zheng Yongfan.

"President Zheng, did you disturb your rest?"

His manner and words were polite and respectful.

"Hahahaha, of course not, Minister Xu, your wife has done a good job, and I have seen the results."

Zheng Yongfan laughed heartily.

"The printing press of the newspaper has just been burned."

"Oh?" Zheng Yongfan raised his voice slightly.

Xu Jingxian continued: "Moreover, several workers were burnt to death. I don't think any newspaper would dare to report such a big event. Although the South Korea Morning Post is willing to take social responsibility, there is no printing factory available..."

"Why not?" Zheng Yongfan interrupted Xu Jingxian's words, and said inhumanely: "I will immediately buy one and give it to the newspaper office, and convert it into shares for me."

He is now going to increase his investment in South Korea Morning Post.

"Thank you President Zheng for solving the urgent need of the newspaper."

(End of this chapter)