Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Such sounds kept echoing in the newspaper owner's office.

Soon, more and more newspaper editors flocked to the Paramount Ballroom.

When Ye Bai looked at the group of club presidents in front of him who were asking for his help, he slowly began to think.

"Why not just keep hiring people to open the store?"

Upon hearing this, many club presidents immediately stood still.

When they finally realized what was happening, several club presidents slapped their thighs, their eyes gleaming.

Indeed, if these workers go on strike, they can simply hire a new batch of workers.

Many of the workers' demands have long been unreasonable, so why keep shamelessly waiting for them to realize their mistakes?

Isn't that just a complete waste of time?!

Many newspaper editors immediately understood, and even those who were a step behind quickly also came to their senses.

The next day.

The news that major newspapers were gradually resuming operations caused a stir among the striking crowd.

Soon, major newspapers recruited batches of printing workers and typesetting workers, and operations quickly began.

When they heard the news that work was resuming, many workers began to panic.

They were all tempted by the better wages and better benefits.

They didn't realize that the saying "the law does not punish the masses" has conditions.

When many people secretly went back to the newspaper office to peek, they found that the security guards were no longer letting them in.

The person in charge then told them directly that the new workforce had already been filled and they didn't need to come back.

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Upon hearing this, many workers panicked.

They then remembered that the person who encouraged them to strike had only said that the newspaper owner would back down and would definitely improve their treatment.

But it didn't say how they would survive if the other party fired them directly.

The owner of one of the newspapers even publicly stated this.

"Don't worry, everyone. You'll have work to do; it's just a matter of time. It's just that we don't need any workers right now."

That statement seems to make sense.

But no matter how I think about it, it seems a bit strange.

The striking workers gradually fell silent.

One of the voices suddenly shouted.

"I'm going to sue you."

"You're kidding me! They won't give us jobs, we're the ones who decided to go on strike! Who are we supposed to sue?"

"I'm furious! It must all be that guy surnamed Feng Jingyao who instigated this, otherwise we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Yes, it's all their fault. If it weren't for Feng Jingyao and his gang, I would have received my paycheck this month. Now I'm getting nothing!"

"I...I...I...How could I have been so blinded by greed? How could I have been so greedy?"

Several middle-aged men, realizing what had happened, squatted down and slapped themselves hard on the spot.

People have a herd mentality.

The previous strikes were like that. And now, everyone is blaming Feng Jingyao for everything, which is the same thing.

Everyone admits that they have made the mistake of greed, but no one thinks that the mistake is their own fault.

As a result, many angry people took rotten eggs and threw them at the Feng Mansion.

When the news reached the Feng residence, Feng Jingyao, who had just regained consciousness, fainted again in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Feng!"

"Master!" (Door)

Chapter 110 Feng Chengcheng's Disappointment!

On the other side, Feng Chengcheng also returned to the application process.

When she saw the printing factory, which had been burned down to only half its original size, she froze on the spot.

"What...what's going on?"

She went back to school for a while because of her schoolwork, but she never expected that everything would change so drastically after she came back.

Du Fei, who was standing to the side, patiently explained to Feng Chengcheng, who was in a daze.

"Chengcheng, you weren't here the other day, so you don't know what really happened here. There was a strike in the news industry a while back..."

The news industry strike has already caused quite a stir in Shanghai.

Feng Chengcheng had naturally heard about it as well.

After all, she used to subscribe to six or seven newspapers every day, but all of them were shut down recently due to a strike.

However, she did not expect that the application process would also undergo such a major change.

"Other newspapers have already started hiring again, but we are the ones applying for jobs. After all, the printing plant burned down and it will take some time to recover."

After telling Feng Chengcheng the whole story, Du Fei couldn't help but criticize it as well.

"If you ask me, it's all that old man Feng Jingyao's fault! He actually burned our printing factory down..."

As soon as she spoke, Feng Chengcheng was taken aback when she heard the familiar name.

Her pupils dilated slightly, and she asked instinctively.

"Feng Jingyao? How could that be?"

His words also revealed a growing disbelief.

After all, in Feng Chengcheng's eyes, her father, Feng Jingyao, as a business tycoon, was most often seen attending group meetings; how could he possibly be involved in something like burning down a printing factory?!

As she said this, her hands trembled slightly.

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At this moment, Du Fei, who was on the other side, did not notice her reaction. He was still immersed in criticizing Feng Jingyao.

"Who else could it be but him? You know, the biggest beneficiary of the previous strikes was Feng Jingyao! If he hadn't been trying to monopolize the entire industry, would there have been any strikes at all?"

At this point, Du Fei shook his head even more slowly, and sighed.

"Fortunately, the strike has almost been restored."

"Our newspaper is just one thing away from rebuilding the printing plant, which is a huge expense. I can imagine the director is practically starving!"

As Du Fei spoke, he started joking around.

But he didn't notice that Feng Chengcheng's face was getting paler and paler.

She never imagined that her father, Feng Jingyao, was behind the recent major strike in the news industry.

He was completely kept in the dark and knew nothing about it...

Thinking of this, she turned pale and hurriedly said to Du Fei.

"Du Fei, could you please ask the president for leave for me? I'm not feeling well, so I'll head back now."

After saying that, Feng Chengcheng hurriedly grabbed her handbag and left first.

Watching Feng Chengcheng's departing figure, Du Fei, standing to the side, scratched his head in confusion.

Feng Chengcheng just arrived, didn't she?

Why are you thinking of leaving again?

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Meanwhile, as soon as Feng Chengcheng stepped out the door, she quickly called for a rickshaw driver.

"Feng Mansion".

When the rickshaw driver brought her to the Feng mansion, she took out some change from her purse, her voice filled with anxiety.

"keep the change."

After saying that, she immediately headed towards the Feng Mansion.

At this moment, her destination was also exceptionally clear.

She went directly to the study, where her father often stayed in the Feng mansion.

However, her sudden burst of activity immediately drew the attention of the servants.

"Hello, miss."

"Miss, you can't go into the study!"

"Miss, you need Master's permission to enter the study!"