Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Chapter 106 Ye Bai speaks: The time is almost here.

News of the fire at the printing plant that had been reported spread quickly.

The News, one of the most influential newspapers in Shanghai, also heard the news.

"The director in charge of the application is always very cautious, so how could the printing plant suddenly catch fire?"

The person who said this was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper magazine. At this moment, he frowned and looked somewhat puzzled.

"Maybe it was an accidental discharge; after all, no one can guarantee they won't make a mistake."

Editor-in-Chief Li Motong, who was standing to the side, made his guesses.

"I would prefer it to be an accidental fire, at least that would mean the fire wasn't caused by someone." As he spoke, the newspaper editor shook his head and sighed softly.

As soon as the president finished speaking, the editor-in-chief, Li Mo, immediately widened his eyes, his face showing a hint of disbelief.

"You mean you suspect someone deliberately set the fire?"

At this moment, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper slowly forced out a bitter smile.

"I wish I were just overthinking it, but after all, workers at major newspapers in the industry are going on strike one after another, and several newspaper editors have already given up. Only we and Shenbao are still struggling to keep going..."

At this point, the president voiced his biggest suspicion.

Upon hearing this, the editor-in-chief, who was standing to the side, stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You suspect..."

The editor-in-chief hadn't given the final answer yet, but his finger was already pointing to the building across the street.

It is clearly the Fung Group Commercial Building.

Seeing this, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper nodded. As if he had thought of something, he immediately straightened his expression.

"The lessons learned from past applications are a stark reminder, and we must be vigilant. We must urge our printing plants to be extra cautious; better safe than sorry."

However, before he could finish speaking, there was a hurried knock on the office door, and the knocking sounded rather urgent.

"President, something terrible has happened!"

As soon as the panicked voice rang out, the president and editor-in-chief of the news magazine exchanged a glance, and a look of seriousness flashed in their eyes at the same time.

"Could it be that there's a problem at the printing plant?"

The president's voice carried a hint of surprise, and his gaze was fixed on the panting reporter who had just entered through the door.

Seeing the reporter shake his head in denial, the president felt a little relieved and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's fine, that's fine."

But the reporter's next statement struck the president like a thunderbolt.

"Some damned bastard cut off the power to our cold storage, and now all our ink is ruined."

Ink?!

The most important thing in printing newspapers is the printing ink.

Printing inks have an extremely short shelf life and require very high preservation standards.

The ink must be stored in a cold storage environment to ensure its excellent and normal performance.

If the entire power supply is disconnected now, wouldn't the cold storage be rendered useless?!

But what happens to the printing for the next few days if there's a problem with the ink?

Thinking of this, the president and editor-in-chief turned even paler.

A voice simultaneously echoed in their minds.

Suffered.

...

Meanwhile, Ding Li and Feng Jingyao were already celebrating ahead of time.

"Come on, Ding Li, have a good drink. You are the biggest contributor to this operation."

As he spoke, Feng Jingyao immediately clinked glasses with Ding Li.

Seeing this, Ding Li quickly picked up his wine glass, making sure the rim was a little lower than Feng Jingyao's.

"Mr. Feng, you flatter me. This is all thanks to your plan, which was absolutely flawless."

Ding Li's flattery was extremely apt, and sure enough, a bright smile appeared on Feng Jingyao's face.

Seeing that Feng Jingyao was extremely satisfied with the operation, Ding Li quickly reported the latest results.

"The printing plant that was declared has been mostly burned down. It will take ten days to half a month for them to rebuild it."

After finishing his discussion of the application, Ding Li thought of the newspaper, which was listed alongside the application, and a smile crept onto his face.

"As for the newspaper, all they did was cut off the power to their cold storage room where they kept their ink, and now the entire newspaper is reportedly in complete chaos..."

Hearing that the two most influential newspapers in Shanghai were no longer able to publish normally, Feng Jingyao's eyes narrowed with laughter.

"Excellent, excellent, very well done."

Hearing Feng Jingyao praise him so highly, Ding Li's eyes also flashed with excitement, and he then took credit for himself even more.

"All of this is thanks to Mr. Feng's excellent guidance. Mr. Feng's plan has worked."

Four or five newspapers are already on the verge of collapse, and it's probably only a matter of time before they declare bankruptcy. I think they'll be coming to Mr. Feng soon.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao immediately burst into laughter, his eyes filled with smugness.

"We're just waiting for them to come to us."

At this moment, the butler, Uncle Xiang, poured Feng Jingyao another glass of wine, a look of worry appearing on his face.

"However, sir, this has indeed increased our expenses recently..."

Uncle Xiang's words were to the point, but unfortunately, they did not attract Feng Jingyao's attention at this moment.

Then Feng Jingyao waved his hand and smiled.

"Those who achieve great things throughout history do not concern themselves with trifles. As the saying goes, fortune and honor are found in danger. Having already taken ninety-nine steps, why would one care about that one last step?"

Seeing that Feng Jingyao had gone this far, the butler, Uncle Xiang, also stepped back and said no more.

He shook his head, his expression returning to normal, though a hint of sorrow lingered in his eyes.

And the other side.

News of the incidents involving Shenbao and Xinwenbao also reached Ye Bai's ears at Paramount.

"One caught fire, and the other had an ink problem?"

Hearing Xu Wenqiang's firsthand information, Xiao Aqiao became even more puzzled and asked questions.

"Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Aqiao saw Xu Wenqiang in front of her shake his head in denial.

"I'm afraid not. As the most influential newspapers in Shanghai, Shenbao and Xinwenbao have had to stop publishing at this time, and it is very likely that they will have to stop publishing for as long as half a month."

Seeing that Ye Bai, who was in the main seat, was still pondering, Xu Wenqiang told him what he knew.

"You know, Shanghai readers don't wait for anyone. Many have already waited half a month and will probably switch to other magazines. But unfortunately..."

Xu Wenqiang paused for a moment at this point.

Xiao Aqiao, who was listening attentively, immediately asked a question when she saw Xu Wen's 870-word essay suddenly cut off.

"But why what?"

Before Ye Bai, who was in the main seat, could speak, Xiao A Qiao spoke up first. It was originally a rude act, but everyone was already used to this way and did not feel anything was wrong.

Xu Wenqiang did the same; he even turned slightly towards Xiao Aqiao to explain.

"But recently, Feng Jingyao raised the wages of workers at his newspapers, which directly led to dissatisfaction among other newspapers and even caused strikes at several newspapers."

The latest news is that four or five newspapers have succumbed to the strike protests and have switched to Feng Jingyao's company...

Hearing this, Xiao Aqiao's mind was in a whirl. When she finally figured it out, she exclaimed in surprise.

"In other words, with the newspapers Xinwenbao and Shenbao ceasing publication, won't Feng Jingyao be able to write whatever he wants, and his subordinates will be able to write whatever he wants? It will clearly become his personal fiefdom!"

Seeing that Xiao Aqiao had figured out the conspiracy, Ye Bai, sitting in the main seat, nodded in agreement.

"Little Aqiao understands correctly; this is Feng Jingyao's scheme!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Aqiao's expression became slightly flustered.

You should know that the Paramount Ballroom is Feng Jingyao's number one mortal enemy.

If Feng Jingyao continues to act so arrogantly, won't it be their Paramount that suffers?

"Brother Ye, what should we do next?"

After saying that, Ye Bai curled the corners of his mouth and slowly spoke.

"The time is almost here."