Song Beibei opened the red packet eagerly.
In the next second, her face darkened. "Boss Gu, do you know you're being a hooligan? "
Gu Yanqing had actually sent her a red packet of one cent!
Gu Yanqing said plainly, "do you lack money? "
"No! "
"Then it's fine. "
He was really UNROMANTIC. Even if he had sent her a red packet of 5.21 or 13.14, she would still be happy.
Song Beibei snorted. "Gu Yanqing, you'll lose me easily like this. Let me tell you! "
After a while, Song Beibei received another message.
This time, it wasn't a red packet, but a transfer.
Seeing the amount on it, Song Beibei was shocked again.
Ten million, ten million. Gu Yanqing transferred fifty thousand over.
Gu Yanqing's voice came from the other end of the phone, "did you receive the Red Packet? "
Song Beibei was speechless. Who would send fifty thousand red packets? !
"Gu Yanqing, what are you doing? "
Gu Yanqing's voice seemed to be a little confused, "This wechat system isn't working. It can only transfer fifty thousand at most, it's too little. "
How much more did he want to transfer.
It seemed like he was currently researching Wechat's transfer system?
Song Beibei said, "boss Gu, you're too polite! You're not allowed to send anymore! "
Gu Yanqing seemed to be quite dissatisfied. "Boss Gu? "
Song Beibei thought for a while, and suddenly her voice softened. She smiled and deliberately said in a voice that gave her goosebumps, "good husband, it's getting late. Rest early. "
Gu Yanqing was in a good mood. "Go to bed early. You're not allowed to play with your phone anymore. Turn off your phone. I'll call to check in ten minutes. "
Song Beibei cursed this man in her heart that he was still as dictatorial and domineering as before, but she still obediently agreed.
After hanging up, Song Beibei looked at the wechat chat box and looked at the 50,000 yuan that had been transferred over. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The next morning, she was woken up by a wave of chaos.
She could only hear the noise outside.
After opening the door, she realized that the corridor of the hotel was filled with people.
At the end of the crowd was the room of the general manager of the Public Relations Department at the Peishan Group. He was also the person in charge of the Yinchuan incident.
Song Beibei had no idea what was going on.
She had yet to react.
Another group of security guards came to the corridor.
With great difficulty, they blocked the door and surrounded the city with a wall of human flesh.
After a while, the door finally opened.
Manager Wan appeared at the door.
Song Beibei could see that the crowd was furious. The person in the lead had a Chinese translator.
After listening for a while, Song Beibei finally understood that these people were the residents of Yinchuan town.
Some people had experienced the fire yesterday.
Now, the Japanese media had also exposed it. The cause of the fire was unknown, but they had made some malicious conjectures.
The Japanese media had publicly reported that it was most likely the work of the Peishan group.
Their motive was clear.
After the instigation, the people of the town, who had already calmed down, were even more agitated than when they had demonstrated yesterday.
The moment manager Wan opened the door, before he could speak, the things in those people's hands were all thrown over.
As for the things that were thrown over, they were all in a mess. Stones, eggs, rotten vegetables, and so on.
Even though they were separated by a human wall formed by a group of security guards, they were still unable to stop the riot of these people.
The door to manager Wan's room was slammed shut the next second.
The scene was chaotic.
Song Beibei didn't know when, but she had already been squeezed into the crowd.
She wanted to return to her room, but she was blocked by the stream of people.
Song Beibei had no choice. The stream of people was moving forward, so she could only follow this force and walk forward.
The crowd became more and more chaotic, and even the old and weak people were pushed down.
If this continued, there might be a stampede.
After squeezing to the door with great difficulty, Song Beibei shouted, "everyone, be quiet for a moment! "
The crowd was silent for a few seconds.
Song Beibei said, "everyone, be quiet. If there's anything we need to say, we can discuss it properly. Regarding yesterday's matter, we will definitely give everyone an explanation and bear all the responsibility... "
Before Song Beibei could finish, the crowd became restless again.
Moreover, everyone was whispering to each other, and no one knew what they were talking about.
Only then did song Beibei realize that she was speaking in Chinese, and the people here couldn't understand her.
However, the Chinese translator had already disappeared.
The people below were getting more and more agitated.
They even began to throw things at Song Beibei.
At this moment, another figure appeared beside Song Beibei, protecting her small body behind her.
It was he Yucheng.
Song Beibei didn't know when he Yucheng appeared.
But he used his body to block her and then said something in Japanese.
Song Beibei suddenly remembered.
He Yucheng knew Japanese.
When he was in university, he Yucheng had a roommate who was Japanese.
At that time, he had a sudden impulse to learn Japanese from his roommate. In four months, he could argue with his Japanese roommate in class about the impact of Brexit on the international financial market.
Because of he Yucheng's words, the crowd suddenly quieted down.
A few people recognized that they were the two people who rushed into the sea of fire last night to save people.
Everyone's attitude suddenly changed and gradually seemed to calm down.
A representative was sent out from the crowd.
He Yucheng calmly negotiated with that person.
Anyway, Song Beibei did not understand what they were talking about.
But after about ten minutes, the negotiator waved his hand, and the crowd actually dispersed just like that.
Song Beibei felt that he Yucheng was simply too capable.
He was simply a legendary negotiation expert.
After the crowd dispersed, Song Beibei could not help but ask, "what exactly did you say to them? "
He Yucheng glanced at Song Beibei. "I just repeated what you said in Japanese, so the credit is yours. "
Song Beibei looked at him in disbelief.
But what happened next was surprisingly smooth-sailing.
The residents of Yinchuan town finally sent a representative to formally negotiate with the Peishan Corporation.
Actually, it was not difficult to resolve this riot.
Many of the reasons were actually the Japanese media's interference.
In addition, the Peishan group only made a verbal promise to these people to leave or stay.
But now, the Peishan group promised to sign a contract with every resident of Yinchuan town.
In Black and white, when signing the contract, they also asked the media to report publicly.
And promised that they would never drive out any residents of the town, and in the future, they had the priority to enter Yinchuan resort to work.
And, this time, the Peishan group took full responsibility for the fire.
Although the fire was very big, only one person was slightly injured, which was considered a blessing in disguise.
Manager Wan of the Peishan group personally went to the hospital to visit the injured person and gave a huge compensation.
Song Beibei and he Yucheng also followed.
The injured woman immediately recognized Song Beibei and he Yucheng as the benefactors who saved her and her daughter.
They openly talked about this matter in front of the Japanese media.
On the other hand, Song Beibei and he Yucheng were quite embarrassed. They were embarrassed in front of the camera, but it seemed very real.
Everything was reported positively.
Within a day, they received unexpected results.
Because of the heroic rescue of Song Beibei and he Yucheng, many Japanese people respected them.
Some hackers even announced the Japanese media's plan to smear Yinchuan resort.
It was the work of some anti-chinese extremists.
The fire incident was reported as an accident. Although this accident caused Yinchuan resort's plan to suffer losses.
But it was a blessing in disguise.
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