Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

It was Feng Jingyao who came out.

Feng Chengcheng immediately grabbed one of the newspapers and exclaimed excitedly.

"Father, come and take a look."

Looking at his daughter, Feng Jingyao's usually gloomy expression showed a rare hint of a smile.

He walked closer to Feng Chengcheng and saw her holding up one of the newspapers, smiling as she spoke.

There's a picture of you inside.

Seeing the joy in his daughter's eyes, Feng Jingyao took out his glasses from his pocket and picked up the newspaper to read.

As he looked at it, Feng Jingyao couldn't help but smile.

The article in my hand was clearly a report praising Feng Jingyao's business practices.

"This newspaper is exaggerating."

He said that, but Feng Jingyao's eyes were clearly full of smiles, and he looked extremely satisfied.

He examined the newspaper in his hand more closely, clearly reluctant to put it down.

Seeing Feng Jingyao's appearance, Feng Chengcheng also picked up the other newspapers in her hand, and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's also on this one."

Seeing the smile on Feng Chengcheng's face, Feng Jingyao couldn't help but tease her.

"How many newspapers did you buy?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Chengcheng raised her head, revealing two dimples on her cheeks, and smiled.

"I bought six servings, and I still have four left."

Seeing Feng Chengcheng's cheerful expression, Feng Jingyao's face showed a hint of affection, and he casually patted her head.

Feng Chengcheng always liked to read the newspaper to learn about her father, Feng Jingyao, but when she picked up the next one, her expression immediately froze slightly.

She immediately stood up from the sofa and called out to Feng Jingyao, who was about to leave.

"Dad, look! Isn't this Ma Daheng talking about you?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao paused, turned around, and put his glasses back on to look.

Upon seeing the words "Ma Daheng secretly bribed the consuls of two countries," his eyes behind his glasses immediately narrowed slightly.

But seeing Feng Chengcheng beside him, he forced a loving smile.

"Silly child, my surname is Feng, and this says 'horse'."

However, these words did not convince Feng Chengcheng, who then spoke with even greater certainty.

"But only you and Mr. Ye participated in the Hua Dong election that day. There was no Ma Daheng. It must have been you who was listed!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao subconsciously denied it.

"How could I possibly bribe consuls of various countries? I don't have that kind of ability."

Seeing that his daughter was still staring straight at him, Feng Jingyao suppressed his displeasure with the newspaper and pretended to be relaxed as he spoke.

"What kind of newspaper is this? I'm going to hire a lawyer and sue him. I'm going inside now."

As soon as he turned and entered the study, Feng Jingyao's expression immediately darkened.

"That's unreasonable!"

"How did they know about our bribery of the consuls of two countries, and how could they write it so clearly and convincingly! If they keep writing, won't I be portrayed as worthless!"

At this moment, Feng Jingyao clearly remembered what Xu Wenqiang had left behind.

You'd better watch yourself!

Could this be Ye Bai's backup plan from the Paramount?

As he pondered this, Feng Jingyao, his eyes blazing with anger, shouted at Uncle Xiang outside the door.

"Ah Xiang, call Ding Li and the others to my study."

Soon, a quarter of an hour later, everyone had gathered in Feng Jingyao's study.

As the group gathered, Feng Jingyao slammed the newspaper down in front of them.

"The newspapers in Shanghai are becoming increasingly lawless these days, daring to write anything they want?!"

"People in the newspaper and media circles always like to launch personal attacks against me, Feng Jingyao. As the saying goes, rumors stop with the wise. It seems that the newspaper industry needs a overhaul!"

Upon hearing this, the butler, Uncle Xiang, asked in confusion.

"Then, sir, what shall we do next?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao revealed a sinister smile.

"Since they want to smear me in the newspapers, I'll make sure they have nothing to write about!"

Soon, everyone present understood Feng Jingyao's idea.

Feng Jingyao wants to significantly increase the wages of the workers at his newspaper.

The wages of printing workers, typesetters, and even newspaper vendors will increase significantly.

As soon as he spoke, the butler, Uncle Xiang, cautiously worried that he might ask questions.

"In that case, the cost to us..."

Uncle Guan's words are not without merit.

This operation indirectly increased Feng Jingyao's expenses.

However, at the same time, Ding Li on the other side held a negative view, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Mr. Feng's idea is absolutely brilliant! Once all the salaries in our newspaper are raised, the other newspapers in Shanghai will become increasingly dissatisfied. And once that dissatisfaction accumulates to a certain level..."

Before Ding Li could finish his sentence, Feng Jingyao had already developed a confident smile.

"It turned into a massive strike by all the newspapers in Shanghai! After all, who doesn't want a higher salary?"

At this point, Feng Jingyao took a drag of his cigarette before slowly uttering his final sentence.

"At that time, the entire newspaper industry will be under my control! Then, the entire media industry will only listen to my words!"

...

Ding Li and Uncle Xiang quickly put Feng Jingyao's idea into practice.

The news that Feng Jingyao's newspaper had raised salaries spread like wildfire throughout Shanghai the very next day.

The news also reached the ears of the applicant.

"My goodness, Feng Jingyao is so rich!"

Du Fei looked at the latest news in Feng Jingyao's newspaper, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

"Their newspaper salaries are much higher than what we take home!"

Lu Erhao, who was standing to the side, quickly picked up the conversation.

"Indeed. This huge pay rise is incredibly tempting. I've heard that several newspapers are preparing to strike; they're all protesting that they're not getting paid enough!"

At this moment, He Shuhuan, who was between the two, had not yet spoken; he was taking a deep breath.

"I'm afraid Feng Jingyao has grand ambitions."

As soon as he said this, many colleagues gathered around.

"How do you say this?"

"What does Shuhuan mean by this?"

……

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, He Shuhuan finally spoke up about his thoughts.

"Under the pretext of improving workers' conditions, Feng Jingyao significantly increased the salaries of workers in his printing plants and newspapers, which further fueled the discontent of other media professionals."

Seeing that many people were still a little confused, He Shuhuan slowly said the next sentence.

"I'm afraid everyone in the media industry is planning a major strike demanding better treatment!"

Seeing that everyone was pondering this, He Shuhuan gave his final conclusion.

"And this is the best time for major newspapers to sell their books, and even the best time for Feng Jingyao to monopolize all speech!"

As soon as he said it, everyone was stunned by Feng Jingyao's ambition!

They actually want to control the entire media landscape in Shanghai!?

This is clearly an attempt to capture all the newspapers at once!

At this very moment, the news also reached Ye Bai of the Paramount.

He looked at the newspaper and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Feng Jingyao is simply courting death."

Xu Wenqiang, who was standing to the side, also bent down and asked, "Boss, what's our next step?"

Ye Bai slowly closed the newspaper and said in a low voice.