After ten years of ban, the fake daughter came ashore to rectify the entertainment industry

Chapter 71 Showdown
As soon as Dong Jiao returned to the department office, everyone changed their previous enthusiasm and the entire office area was under low pressure.

Zhou Qi, who was sitting in his seat, suddenly couldn't bear it and spoke first, "Mr. Dong, could it be that you did this because of personal grudges as the online name said?"

Mo?
Being questioned by people in your own department?
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the office stopped what they were doing, waiting for a clear answer.

She stood there a little sluggishly, with a slight wave on her face. She took a deep breath and answered without hesitation: "I didn't."

"Then come up with evidence to explain to the public, otherwise our Ministry of Culture and Entertainment will always be criticized by the public."

"Yes."

Other department members in the office couldn't hold it any longer and started talking over each other.

Zhao Tuo on the side couldn't stand it any longer and started to help, "Okay, everyone, please stop talking. The Minister will definitely find a solution as soon as possible."

He believed Dong Jiao was not that kind of person.

Immediately, a familiar and cold female voice came to his ears: "Give me some time, I will handle it and give everyone an explanation." After saying that, Dong Jiao turned around and returned to the office.

The moment the door closed, she slumped down on the chair, staring at the ceiling with a slightly hollow look in her eyes. The slight sadness lingering in her heart made her unable to calm down for a long time.

It was just that her superiors didn't understand her personality and asked her to take the blame, but now they even accepted the department members who she worked with day and night. She really couldn't figure out why this happened.

Before she could catch her breath and come up, she got a call from the guard guarding the federal gate.

Someone is making trouble.

And he made it clear that he was here for her, Dong Jiao.

As soon as Dong Jiao came downstairs, she saw a wealthy man with a wallet in his hand standing at the door and gesticulating, looking domineering.

It's Song Yi, the boss of the radio company.

"Sir, please be patient."

The guard tried his best to calm the other party's emotions with a calm tone.

Song Yi kept chattering something in his mouth, "What? Are all the people in your Federal Bureau of Investigation a bunch of cowards? Especially your newly promoted bullshit minister from the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment!"

After seeing Dong Jiao appear, the guard rushed to greet her. There were so many beads of sweat on her forehead, and said, "Minister Dong, you are finally here. This person is clamoring to see you."

Dong Jiao opened her thin lips and said calmly, "I'll handle it. Thank you for the hard work."

"Finally, I dare to show up. I thought we, Director Dong, can't do things properly alone." When Song Yi saw the real owner showing up, he immediately pointed his finger at the woman who had just come downstairs, and then took out his mobile phone from behind and pointed it at the person in front of him.

"Look, everyone, this is the turtle hiding - Dong Jiao, Minister of the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment!"

It was obviously being broadcast live.

There was no emotion on Dong Jiao's face. She looked calm and said calmly: "Mr. Song, what exactly do you want to cause trouble?"

"I would like to ask how you, as a commissioner of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, can do such things as malpractice for personal gain? Or do you mean that the Federal Bureau of Investigation now accepts both cats and dogs?"

Song Yi's lyrics are eloquent.

"Practice for personal gain? I would like to ask Mr. Song if he has any evidence?"

Dong Jiao's words immediately choked the people in front of her, and Song Yi suddenly panicked. He took his mobile phone and said seriously: "The netizens on the Internet are all my witnesses."

"Dong Jiao, you are still trying to evade responsibility even at this time. Are you worthy of this official hat on your head?"

As soon as these words came out, many people in the live broadcast room immediately started to cheer, and 99+ comments floated on the barrage, but all of them were scolding Dong Jiao. [Go ahead, what kind of bullshit is this, Minister!Trying to avoid responsibility when something happens!How can we convince the public? 】

[Get off the stage quickly! 】

[I hope the Federal Bureau of Investigation can remove Dong Jiao as Minister as soon as possible!Give us an explanation! 】

Online public opinion became more and more intense, and even reached the point where it got out of hand. The Federal Bureau of Investigation's website began to be paralyzed, and too many Internet names kept sending letters of opinion in an attempt to escape an explanation.

Eucommia had just parked the car in the parking lot and was about to get out of the car when the cell phone placed aside made ding-dong sounds one after another.

He subconsciously picked up and browsed, and there were already dozens of department group messages scrolling up.

[Family members, look!The head of the department next door was confronted live on the spot! 】

【website link】

[Damn it, the live broadcast room is full of curse words, and there are people who say they are going to throw acid. 】

【It’s completely over this time. 】

Eucommia clicked on the link and entered the live broadcast. Through the background of the shooting, he recognized at a glance that it was under the federal building and hurried over.

Dong Jiao was immediately worried. It was obvious that there was a trap waiting for her to jump into this whole thing. It was obvious that she was well prepared.

The woman was silent in front of him. A trace of joy flashed in Song Yi's eyes, and then he asked: "Why doesn't Minister Dong dare to speak? Today you must give me and the public an explanation!" As he said that, he slowly approached with a camera. .

A tall figure walked over from the side and stood directly in front of Dong Jiao.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Song from Starry Sky Radio?" Eucommia ulmoides took the lead in greeting.

"Who are you?"

"I am Xiao Du from the Information Department, a colleague of Director Dong." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to shake it with a humble attitude.

Song Yi took the opportunity to seize the plan and wanted to destroy Dong Jiao's character again.

"Then you are here at the right time. You, Minister Dong, do not distinguish between public and private affairs and practice favoritism. Can you tell me if you, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, do anything like this?"

Eucommia ulmoides quickly put on a supportive posture and said seriously: "Indeed, this kind of malpractice for personal gain and lack of distinction between public and private affairs is the fault of Minister Dong."

what? !!
what's the situation? ? ?
Dong Jiao was very embarrassed and just dunked on this kid. She didn't know the situation and turned her arm outward.

What a white-eyed wolf who eats inside and outside!
As soon as he finished speaking, a dull male voice came to his ears: "But compared to Minister Dong, Mr. Song, under the guise of opening a radio station, you are not only corrupt, but also leaking audience information, so how should this be calculated?"

His tone was slow and his words were clear, and the entire live broadcast room immediately exploded.

Song Yi looked guilty and quickly turned off the live broadcast in his hand. His expression was hard to show and he gradually became a little stuttering. "What are you talking about? Be careful, I will sue you for slander."

"Okay, then I'll be waiting! Mr. Song!"

Eucommia did not panic at all and continued to reply.

At the end, he immediately added, "By the way, Mr. Song, I have a lot of evidence. Once it is exposed, Mr. Song, I'm afraid you will be treated as a holiday and beaten like a rat."

"Wait and see."

Song Yi was obviously frightened. He just dropped a few words and was about to walk away, but he was captured by federal police officers after giving the order.

(End of this chapter)