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The troublemakers Jiang Ruoxi received on the phone were later identified as migrant workers demanding unpaid wages.

migrant workers?

Ye Chen opened his mouth wide, in an exaggerated manner.

He felt that things were not that simple; it was impossible for migrant workers to be organized so orderly, with such disciplined movements, without crossing any legal boundaries.

Based on Jiang Ruoxi's account of the scene, and after reading He Jianping's report, Ye Chen's eyes widened in disbelief. These were hardly migrant workers!

They looked like a makeshift riot squad made up of thugs and hooligans.

Their actions were organized, with some filming videos, some live-streaming, and others promoting and inciting others; it was clear that they were being directed by someone.

"Honey, is it true that the company is withholding wages from migrant workers?"

"This is impossible. The company has always distributed supplies in strict accordance with requirements and has never engaged in any irregularities..."

After saying that, Jiang Ruoxi called the finance director to verify.

"Honey, don't worry, those are just little tricks. I have plenty of ways to deal with them."

Ye Chen confidently assured Jiang Ruoxi that he could handle it.

Jiang Ruoxi knew that Ye Chen could be even more ruthless than a rogue at times, so she was relatively at ease letting him deal with them.

The next day, as soon as Ye Chen arrived at the office, before he could even catch his breath, He Jianping came in with a grin.

"Brother, you know what happened, right? I haven't thought of a suitable solution yet. What are your thoughts?"

He Jianping tentatively asked Ye Chen, knowing that although Ye Chen was younger than him, his abilities far surpassed his. Having such a capable deputy was a fortunate thing.

Ye Chen knew He Jianping was anxious, so he stopped teasing him.

He whispered something in He Jianping's ear.

He Jianping looked at Ye Chen with suspicion: "Brother, you're not kidding, are you? Aren't you helping them?"

"Minister He, please rest assured. The results will come in time. I would never betray the company; it would do me no good at all."

Ye Chen answered He Jianping with great confidence.

He Jianping frowned, as if deep in thought.

He thought about it and realized that Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi were relatives, so how could he do something so stupid?

"Alright, brother, we'll do it your way. I'll arrange it right away and make sure it's done perfectly!"

He Jianping happily accepted the order and left.

After He Jianping left, Ye Chen closed the door, and it was the same old routine: a newspaper over his head, and everything else was none of his business.

Around 10 a.m., another 40 to 50 people gathered downstairs at the Jiang Group headquarters, this time more prepared than before.

Ye Chen was awakened by the shouts from downstairs.

Not only were there banners, loudspeakers, and megaphones, but they even set up professional mobile phone stands at the entrance of the group to conduct a live broadcast. The equipment was even more complete than last time.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing wrinkled work clothes and a safety helmet. He had dark skin and did look somewhat like a migrant worker.

But Ye Chen, standing by the second-floor window, could see clearly that the man had a tattoo faintly visible on his neck and walked with a steady gait. He didn't look like a migrant worker who did heavy physical labor all year round, but rather like a martial artist.

Sigh, these days, people are willing to spend so much on acting.

Behind this person were several people carrying cameras, holding banners, and even a female reporter with a microphone; it was quite a spectacle.

"Jiang Group, give me back my hard-earned money!"

"The Jiang Group is ruthless; they kill people by destroying their spirit, they owe money and refuse to pay, they owe farmers and laborers wages. May they die a horrible death."

"It's outrageous that unscrupulous companies owe migrant workers their wages!"

"You must give us an explanation today!"

The slogans were shouted so loudly that they quickly attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

The female reporter spoke eloquently into the camera: "Viewers, I am currently at the entrance of the Jiang Group headquarters building in Jiangcheng. According to workers on site, the Jiang Group has been in arrears with migrant workers' wages for as long as six months, amounting to several million yuan..."

Jiang Ruoxi and Secretary Wang came to Ye Chen's office and told him that the company had not owed any migrant workers their wages, and that someone was behind it all.

"Is this for sure?"

Ye Chen confirmed with Jiang Ruoxi again.

"It's absolutely true. I've already checked with the finance department, and there are no outstanding payments."

Is it possible that the foreman or contractor might be withholding funds?

Ye Chen asked about several more possible scenarios, and only after understanding them clearly would he have more confidence in handling them.

"That doesn't exist. Our company doesn't have that kind of situation. We always send the money directly to the recipient."

Jiang Ruoxi's affirmative answer gave Ye Chen a more thorough plan.

"Ye Chen, then I'm leaving this entirely to you. Make sure you handle it well and find out who's behind it all."

"Alright, honey, just you wait and see, I guarantee there won't be any mistakes!"

Jiang Ruoxi left with peace of mind after giving her instructions. Although Ye Chen seemed unreliable, he was still able to handle the problem well in critical moments.

Ye Chen walked to the window and looked at the scene downstairs, feeling that the director's work was still lacking something.

This was a very elaborate performance; they even invited reporters, broadcast it live on television, and added a live stream to the studio—it was practically a deliberate attempt to create a persona.

He took out his phone and dialed He Jianping's number: "Minister He, is everything ready?"

"Everything's ready, brother. Just waiting for your command."

He Jianping's voice was filled with excitement; he was clearly also holding back a lot of energy.

"Alright, proceed according to plan. Let the brothers go down. Remember, you must follow the plan."

Ye Chen hung up the phone, straightened his collar, whistled, and slowly walked downstairs.

At the main gate of the company, security guards formed a human wall, confronting those demanding unpaid wages.

The security personnel did not violate any rules; they simply stood in front of the crowd and did what Ye Chen asked them to do.

The man in overalls who was leading the group was tearfully making accusations in front of the camera, wiping away tears as he spoke, which drew sympathetic glances from the others.

"I have elderly parents and young children to support, and my wife is waiting for money for medical treatment. The Jiang Group, such a large company, even delays paying us this meager sum of money. Where is their conscience?!"

"Some people even sat on the ground and started crying, trying to gain sympathy for the camera, just like they hadn't received their wages in a long time."

As the crowd grew larger, they began to discuss the matter, all of them expressing their support for the migrant workers who were demanding unpaid wages.

A sigh of sympathy rippled through the crowd, and many people raised their phones to take pictures, with public opinion pointing the finger at the Jiang Group.

Just then, all the doors of the Jiang Group suddenly opened.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

All eyes were drawn to the doorway...