Fatty Wang rushed out of the bedroom and fell directly into the garbage. He hit his head on the coffee table and passed out.
Liu Qian was also startled and ran to Fatty Wang to check his breathing. Fortunately, he was fine.
Zhou Sheng also walked in from the door. Although he had seen Liu Qian acting like this, he couldn't help being shocked again.
"Change back quickly!"
"Yes, Master."
Liu Qian's body quickly filled up like a rubber ball, and her dry and sunken cheeks returned to their previous beauty.
"Master, what should we do now?"
"Since he fainted, our goal has been achieved. We hope he can move out tomorrow." Zhou Sheng took Liu Qian and left the building.
The next day, Fatty Wang woke up in a daze from the living room full of garbage. He subconsciously rubbed the back of his head and gasped at the stinging pain.
What's wrong with me? He thought confusedly.
Suddenly he jumped up from the garbage pile. He looked around nervously. He was haunted by a ghost yesterday. The female ghost was so scary!
Seeing that there was no one around and it was daytime again, he collapsed on the ground.
Daddy was scared to death! There are really ghosts in this world!
Fatty Wang, who was still congratulating himself for surviving the disaster, caught a glimpse of the camera in the corner.
A greedy thought flashed through my mind. If I handed yesterday's video to the media, I would earn a lot of royalties!
Just as he said, Fatty Wang removed the memory card from the camera and ran to the computer to check it.
As the video played, Fatty Wang's face turned ugly. He took out the phone in his hand and dialed a number...
On the other side, Zhou Sheng was sitting in the clinic playing games in a good mood. Liu Qian did not dare to show up to clean now.
Because there was an extra person in the clinic, her job was taken away.
He Yingying took a broom and swept the garbage on the floor into the dustpan, then went to the kitchen and took out a wet rag to wipe the tables and chairs.
"He Yingying, don't you have to go to work?" Zhou Sheng turned off the game and asked in confusion.
"Mr. Zhou, I haven't joined the job yet." He Yingying wiped the sweat from her forehead and said.
"Then you don't have to come to my place to work every day. I have already forgiven you."
Zhou Sheng was helpless. He Yingying had been coming to him these days, not only helping him clean, but also cooking for him. The main thing was that she watched him finish every time.
He could only wait until she left, then go to the toilet and spit out the food, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"I know that Mr. Zhou is a good man. I will go to work next week, so just let me help you finish these few days."
What a thing! While Zhou Sheng was still confused, He Yingying sent him a good guy card.
As a ringtone rang, the awkwardness between the two was interrupted. Jiang Xue lost his temper at Zhou Sheng on the phone.
"Zhou Sheng, what have you done? Now that the Internet is full of voices crusading against the Jiang Group, you don't need to participate in the development of the old city!"
While Zhou Sheng was still confused, Jiang Xue had already hung up the phone.
Fortunately, with the help of He Yingying, Zhou Sheng learned the whole story from the Internet. A piece of news from Reading Weekly: A video of the Jiang Group pretending to be a ghost to scare the landlord to force the landlord to sign became a hot search topic.
In the video, it was the scene where Fatty Wang ran into the living room with his butt peeing and was knocked unconscious. Both himself and Liu Qian were recorded on the video.
No wonder Jiang Xue is so angry, because 90% of the online content is insulting the Jiang Group. The Jiang Group responded by holding a press conference at 5 p.m.
The original reputation of accommodating special professions and providing them with housing and jobs disappeared in an instant.
Zhou Sheng also fell into self-blame. He wanted to solve the problem in his own way but unexpectedly dragged Jiang Xue into it.
Although he knew there was a camera, who would have thought that Fatty Wang would install one in the living room. Could someone come here specifically to steal garbage?
Everything is waiting for the results at the afternoon press conference.
He Yingying also felt that Zhou Sheng was upset. She didn't stay too long today and left after cooking a table of food.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the Jiang Group held a press conference on time. Jiang Xue led several senior executives to sit on the stage.
Jiang Xue explained that although she and Zhou Sheng were legally married, Zhou Sheng did not work in the Jiang Group. The victims in the video will also be compensated personally.
Jiang Xue answered the questions raised by reporters one by one, but another tabloid reporter with malicious intentions asked.
"Mr. Jiang, I am Xia Dong, a reporter from Yicheng Reading Weekly. Do you know that your husband Zhou Sheng spreads in the building that a evil ghost will come the day after tomorrow?"
This Xia Dong was Fatty Wang’s high school classmate, and he was the one who facilitated the video’s rapid fermentation.
"I don't know the specific situation." Jiang Xue replied coldly.
Xia Dong said reluctantly: "But I heard that the tenants who moved out before moved after listening to your husband's words. Are you sure this was not your order?"
Xia Dong did not mention Jiang's group's superior policies at all, but clung to Zhou Sheng's remarks.
"Our resettlement conditions for the tenants are very good. Please don't spread rumors, otherwise I will reserve legal action against you Reading Weekly." Jiang Xue stared at Xia Dong with an unkind look.
Xia Dong, who wanted to use this incident to attack Jiang Xue, also sat down. It was impossible for a small reporter like him to go head-to-head with a behemoth like the Jiang Group.
With the answers to a few questions, the press conference came to an end. Although there were still attacks on the Jiang Group in the evening, they were not as severe as before due to strong public relations.
After Xia Dong came out of the meeting, he made a phone call and said flatteringly: "Don't worry, Mr. Sun, I will definitely handle what you told me..."
In the next two days, Zhou Sheng did not go to find Fatty Wang again. It was not that he gave up, but that he went to find Chen.
In the restaurant, Liao Chen filled a cup of snowflakes for himself, grabbed the chicken drumstick on the table, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
"Can you put your legs down? I feel uncomfortable!" Zhou Sheng said speechlessly.
"Brother, this is my personal habit. I feel uncomfortable if I put it down!" Liao Chen said as he took another bite of the chicken leg.
"Brother, what do you want from me?"
"I want you to help me deal with Blood Shura." Zhou Sheng said seriously.
Liao Chen was startled: "Brother, you are an evil spirit on the 18th level. Can't you deal with a little Blood Shura?"
"If I could deal with it, I would still come to you. My current strength is limited by the golden light of merit. Once I unleash my full strength, the spirit of resentment will definitely break through the golden light of merit. If heaven's punishment comes, will you help me fight it?"
"Then let's just leave them alone!"
"I don't want to care about it, but your sister-in-law is going to that building tonight..."
When the time came to 8 o'clock, night fell, and a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the Huayuan Community. The group was led by Jiang Xue and the senior officials of the demolition office.
Xia Dong, a reporter from Reading Weekly, was also there. Based on Fatty Wang's news, they had been waiting here early.
"Mr. Jiang, look at them..." The person in charge of the demolition office pointed at Xia Dong and his group with a confused expression.
The interviews were originally conducted privately and the media would not be notified.
And Xia Dong's sudden appearance broke some rules.
Jiang Xue gave them a cold look and said, "It's okay, everything will continue as usual."
"good!"
A group of people walked into the community. At this time, the sky suddenly changed. The dark clouds formed and covered the sky. The sound of thunder sounded, and the blood-red moon was vaguely seen from the dark clouds.
