Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 287 The Actions of Lechu Media ([-])
It has been three days since Nan Shu was rumored to be a cultural fraud.

Nanshu and Jinhua Company still did not respond, not even a single word.

The discussion was boiling, and after a quick scan on the Starnet, many malicious and insulting words could be seen.

Disgusting, apologizing, banning, going to jail, going to die...

Shocking words.

The hot search list is full of Nan Shu's news as before, but it used to be praise, but now it is attack.

It seemed that Nan Shu, who was high above the altar and stood on the altar, had completely become a street mouse that everyone shouted and beat, and got stuck in the mud.

More like, everything that Nan Shu brought them: piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, ink painting, bronze and porcelain... all seemed to pass away. They had seen, felt, and been amazed by it, so they turned their heads and went Forget Nan Shu, the disseminator, the person who really led them to appreciate the cultural splendor.

Regarding this, Nan Shu stopped Lu Xuan's move to forcefully suppress the public opinion, and only said softly: "Netizens are really a fickle group."

Besides, there is no other words.

Because, she is a vengeful person.

There are some things that don't need to be said, just remember them in your heart.

When the right time comes, I will return it doubled.

In addition to the angry public sentiment, Jinhua Company was forced to suspend its operation.

One is because the core of Jinhua is culture, and when something like this happens, the people will spontaneously boycott all of Jinhua's cultural exports.

The second is because of the Cultural Management Bureau, maybe someone has taken care of it. The Cultural Management Bureau, which has always been full of tyrannical execution, only issued a few innocuous notices to Nanshu, and no substantive actions have been taken yet. In the eyes, I still calm down, and I didn't move at all.

Kelechu Media obviously doesn't think so.

The top floor of a high-rise building in the first district.

In the magnificently decorated office, Chu Kuo sat on a leather swivel chair with his feet crossed on the desk in front of him. The tie of his suit was slightly crooked, full of dandyism.

"How is Jinhua doing?" he asked.

Two steps away in front of the desk, Ding Quanhai bent over with a flattering smile, "Jinhua Company has been scolded very badly recently, and it has been suspended now. Without cultural support, it is expected to go bankrupt sooner or later, not at all. your opponent."

Chu Kuo raised his eyebrows, sank his body into the seat, found a comfortable sitting position, and waved at Ding Quanhai like he was commanding a cat or dog, "Come here, beat my leg."

I played too much last night, and now my legs are weak.

"Good."

Ding Quanhai bent over, rushed up to Chu Kuo very attentively, leaned over to Chu Kuo, bent over, and kept beating his legs.

"Where's Chu Yang, is there any news recently?"

"There has been no movement. I guess something has happened. He is shrinking back and dare not come out."

"Hmph." Chu Kuo sarcastically said, "It would be fine if he shrank, but I'm afraid that my younger brother will lose his hard bones and turn around and go home and cry to Chu Kai, asking the Chu family to help him clean up the mess."

Chu Kai, the head of the Chu family, Chu Yang's grandfather.

Ding Quanhai grinned and smiled flatteringly, "That would be a good show. Back then, Chu Yang himself didn't want to go back to Chu's house. If he comes back now, wouldn't that just be slapping himself in the face?"

Chu Kuo smirked, and licked his nails leisurely.

It doesn't matter whether he returns or not, anyway, he wins anyway.

If he doesn't go back to Chu's house, he will wait to be humiliated by himself, and Jinhua can't even think about it.

If he returned to the Chu family, he would wait for the Chu family to annex Jinhua, and it would be clear at a glance who the heir would be.

Thinking of Chu Yang's distressed appearance like a lost dog in his mind, Chu Kuo became more and more expectant in his heart, raised his foot, and his long leg hit Ding Quanhai's face immediately, and said in an impatient tone: "Let the people below move faster, it's been three days. I can’t handle a Jinhua.”

Ding Quanhai nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, the people below have already started to attack Jinhua."

After finishing speaking, he carefully glanced at Chu Kuo's face, and said bitterly: "It's just... Jinhua is not so easy to knock down."

Although the foundation is shallow, it has already established a firm foothold in the industry. It has only been three days, so how can it be said that it will fall.

Chu Kuo's face darkened in an instant, and he lifted his foot and kicked Ding Quanhai suddenly, "It's not easy to knock it down, what are they going to do if they have no culture, I don't care, I will give you five days, I want to see Jinhua completely Fall down."

Ding Quanhai's heart ached from being kicked by Chu Kuo, and his head was still in a daze. Hearing this, he was shocked, "Young Master Chu, this...we can't do this."

"Without culture, what can't be done? Could it be that I raise a bunch of trash!"

Chu Kuo stood up from his chair, his face full of anger was extremely ferocious.

Ding Quanhai's heart trembled, he got up from the ground, nodded and bowed his head, "Young Master Chu, don't get angry, it's not that we can't do it...yes..."

Gritting his teeth, Ding Quanhai said: "Without Jinhua's culture, we can't carry out all kinds of work, but they have their own losses, and we can't do anything about it. The Cultural Management Bureau doesn't do much. The deficit, at least they can last for a while..."

"People from the Cultural Administration Bureau have not moved?" Chu Kuo lowered his face.

"···Yes."

He also wondered why the Cultural Administration Bureau, which has always acted extremely fast, did not act.

Chu Kuo's face suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny. After a long time, he was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from outside the office door.

"President Chu, Director Chu is here."

Chu Kuo frowned, straightened his crooked tie, and glanced coldly at Ding Quanhai.

Ding Quanhai understood, stood up straight, and put away the flattering smile on his face.

"Come in." Chu Kuo raised his voice.

The offices were opened with a "click", and the female secretary led Chu Hongcheng in.

Chu Hongcheng is not young, but he is well-maintained. He doesn't have the usual big belly of middle-aged people. Instead, he has the charm of a middle-aged man. With that suit, he looks like a refined, shrewd and successful person.

Chu Kuo walked up to meet me quickly, and smiled, "Dad, why do you come to the company to see me when you have time?"

Chu Hongcheng looked around the office and sat down on the sofa, "Your grandfather asked me to come here."

Chu Kuo's expression changed, his smile couldn't hold back, and he sat down opposite Chu Hongcheng: "What does Grandpa want from me?"

"Oh, of course it's because of your younger brother. You know that the old man is partial to him. Your grandfather found out about the recent incident. Let me tell you that they are all one family. There is no need for Lechu Media to take action against their own family. "

The words were relayed by Chu Hongcheng, but Chu Kuo knew in his heart that the original words must be much more serious than this, and his face couldn't help but look ugly.

Seeing the eldest son like this, Chu Hongcheng frowned, "You too, what are you doing to your brother if you have nothing to do?"

"Dad, I didn't attack him. I attacked Nanshu and Jinhua."

Chu Kuo laughed, but the smile was ugly and fake, "You also know that Jinhua is developing very fast, and most of our Chu family's business is in the entertainment and media industry. I just started early and knocked out competitors strangled in the cradle."

Chu Hongcheng frowned, turning the pros and cons in his mind, "That's fine, Jinhua will clean it up, but you should take your brother's face into consideration, he must be strong."

"Sure." Chu Kuo smiled.

Chu Hongcheng nodded, "Well, that's the way it is. Be more restrained. Your grandfather is still here."

Chu Kuo fully agreed.

The father and son talked for a while, and finally, Chu Hongcheng stood up, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Dad, I'll see you off."

···
After seeing off Chu Hongcheng, Chu Kuo returned to the office with a completely drawn face, gloomy and vicious.

Chu Kai really loves Chu Yang, it's only been three days and he can't sit still.

So did my father, blame myself for making the move?
Heh, he didn't know why he made the move?
"Ding Quanhai."

"Young Master Chu, tell me."

"Doesn't the Cultural Administration take care of it, then you should find a way to let him take care of it."

Ding Quanhai was taken aback for a moment, and said with a sneer: "Young Master Chu, you are flattering me too much, how can I have that ability."

Those of the Cultural Administration Bureau are all big shots.

"Hey." Chu Kuo's eyes were extremely dark, "Minyi, you don't understand?"

Ding Quanhai opened his eyes wide and suddenly raised his head to look at Chu Kuo.

"Ring bell bell."

The brain bell rang suddenly.

Chu Kuo looked at the correspondent, picked it up, and said a few words to the person opposite, his frown gradually relaxed.

Two minutes later, the brain communication was cut off. Chu Kuo closed the brain panel and looked at Ding Quanhai, "Mr. Dai has something to do with me. I'll go out and leave it to you. If it goes wrong, you'll be fine." .”

Ding Quanhai nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, don't worry, Young Master Chu, I will definitely handle it well."

Chu Kuo glanced at him, hummed, picked up his suit jacket, and walked out.

(End of this chapter)