Crisis public relations can't be delayed.
As soon as the meeting was over, Luke set about arranging relevant personnel. Unfortunately, the company did not have talents in this area, and his subordinates were not good enough. The boss could only come on stage in person. A proliferating statement of nearly a thousand words was posted on the official website, and the language was not very good. Beautiful, but extremely logical.
The first half explains how things happened. The apology and reflection are left in the middle, and a few lines pass. Then there are plans and remedial measures to prevent such incidents from happening again.
The content is very substantial and sincere at first glance, you can find four words after careful reading a few times: avoid the important and the light.
These four words are also the essence.
What is crisis public relations?
To put it bluntly, it means to dye the black into ashes and wipe the ashes out of sight. If you keep blacking out, for fear that others will not know what bad things you have done, it is not called crisis public relations, it is called public relations crisis.
After the statement was released, many ShowMe users voluntarily reposted it on the Internet through various channels, faintly forming a trend of tap water. After learning this news, the entire company was boiled and the morale of the employees skyrocketed.
There are so many things that people have worked so hard to agree with, which is a very happy thing.
With the escort of users, the public opinion crisis eased slightly.
Luke can finally make time to deal with the FBI.
...
At two o'clock in the afternoon, FBI agents headed by Roger Consius arrived at ShowMe headquarters on time.
"Hello, meet again."
"Yeah, we met again. Less than a week after we met, something happened to your company. Last time it was superhuman. This time it was a terrorist. I don't know what it will become in the future."
Luke smiled and said without a smile.
"Mr. Consius is joking. ShowMe is a legal company and its employees are law-abiding citizens and will never do anything illegal."
"Employees are law-abiding citizens, so bosses may not be necessary."
Roger Consius seemed to be pointing something, and he took a few steps forward and attached the ear canal, "No matter what your background or your intentions, I will check it out this time. Don't try to get through."
When the words fell, she took the lead to walk to the conference room, Emily followed, passing by Luke without raising her eyelids, as if the two had never seen each other.
Woman! It's all changed by eels!
"Boss, we seem to be targeted by the FBI," Charlie said worriedly.
"It's not the FBI, it's being watched by Roger Conscious."
"We didn't do anything bad, why did that guy pester us."
"You should ask the old man about this sentence."
Charlie was startled, "You mean he knows our relationship with Hongmen."
Luke looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with the pain of caring for the mentally retarded, "Do you think that the FBI are all idiots? How could they have no information about the existence of the old man? Not only him, but all the files of the senior officials and family members of Hongmen are also in the FBI. Registered."
"What about me? They also have my information?"
Luke didn't want to answer such stupid questions.
"What's going on over there in Chinatown."
"I just sent a text message and the people have already been set up, but Hall Master Qi said that next time you ask him for help, you have to go in person." After a pause, Charlie suggested in a low voice, "I think I'd better find a time to visit. Hall Master Qi, after all, Metropolis is under his jurisdiction, so he can't hide him forever."
"You want to go."
Luke snorted, tidied his suit, and strode towards the conference room.
Cindy and the others have done their preparations, and Luke didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the computer and put a picture of a young man with obvious Middle Eastern characteristics on the big screen.
"Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sarin, the owner of the social account [Black Metal], Arab-American, 25 years old, registered for a ShowMe account a month ago, and later released A total of 23 pieces of information, including text, pictures, and videos, are mostly related to food. By the way, I forgot to explain that his job is a chef."
"Due to the confidentiality agreement, I can't disclose more information here. If you want to know, you can contact him. Of course, if you need technical assistance, I can send employees to help, free of charge."
"I'm finished, Mr. Consius, what else do you want?"
Roger Consius laughed loudly, with unabashed sarcasm on his cold face.
"This is what you call...help? A picture! Dozens of useless messages! Luke Shaw, let me remind you that Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sharin is from the Middle East, he is a member of a polar terrorist organization who came to participate in the killing of women. Do you know what you just did?
You are shielding him and covering him. The purpose is to keep your company from being implicated. I know people like you too much. You can't do anything for money! "
After a word fell, the ShowMe employees present suddenly changed their expressions. In the United States, there is one thing that must not be touched, that is, terrorism. Once you are put on this hat, you never want to turn it over.
Cindy stood up immediately.
"Sir, please pay attention to the words. ShowMe will never become a tool for spreading terrorism, nor will it shield any criminals."
Roger Consius ignored him, just looked at Luke,
"If you don't want to be an accomplice, just give me the information about him and his family and friends. This is an order."
Luke raised his brows slightly and said in a deep voice.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Consius, the company does not have the information you want. Even if it does, I will not give it to you. Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sarin is just a suspect. There is no evidence that he was involved in criminal activities. Before the actual crime is determined, he is protected by the Constitution and you have no right to deprive him of his rights."
Roger sneered, "Good eloquence, you can apply to be his defense lawyer, he will not object."
After being repeatedly provoked, Luke's temper also came up.
"Sorry, I don't have that interest, and I don't have that time."
"One more thing I want to remind you, Ibn's place where I posted information twenty-three times before was in Brooklyn. I used the same computer. But the video I posted this morning was from Gotham. I used another computer. There is no doubt, don't wrong the good people, let alone miss the bad people."
After a pause, he sneered,
"Although you do it often."
puff!
Charlie almost laughed, Rowan and Cindy also smiled and secretly said: The boss is the boss, and they dare to taunt them in front of the FBI, and they are not afraid that the other party will become angry.
Luke gestured to Charlie, who took out the USB flash drive and put it on the table.
"The information is in it. This is everything ShowMe can provide.
If you feel that it is not enough, please show the authorization document from the White House, and we will provide corresponding assistance based on the content of the document. "
"If there is nothing wrong, I will be here today, Charlie, see off the guests!"
Charlie got up and opened the meeting room door.
Roger took a deep look at Luke, got up and left, and turned back when he reached the door.
"Luke Shaw, don't think you can do whatever you want. This is a metropolis, not a seaside city. I will check this out. I won't wrong the good guys, let alone the bad guys, no matter what the bad guy's identity or what. I will never let it go!"
After a harsh word, the atmosphere immediately became tense. Luke gritted his teeth, said nothing, waved his hand to let the employees go back to work.
...
After leaving ShowMe, Roger Consius rushed to Ibn's residence in Brooklyn, but no one was found there. He inquired from the neighbor: Two hours ago, Ibn left with a few strangers wearing sunglasses. Up.
Upon hearing the news, Roger kicked on the wall, babbling in his mouth, cursing things he couldn't listen to.
Emily opened her mouth several times, but at last, she chose to remain silent. Just now she received a text message from Luke and asked her to talk to the bar. She was going to tell her about the text message. Seeing the captain like this, she thought about it. Forget it.
At six in the afternoon, as soon as work was over, Emily drove to Brooklyn and stopped in front of a bar called the Red Devil.
Since the night was not yet there, there were not many people in the bar, Emily saw the young man next to the bar at a glance.
Today's Luke is different from before. He didn't wear a suit, but casual clothes. White sneakers, dark slacks, and purple shirts. He wears a silver Vacheron Constantin watch in his left hand and a golden Bulgari ring in his right gloves. The whole person is handsome, stylish, and luxurious, which is not commensurate with the shabby bar.
Seeing Emily, Luke smiled and greeted him.
"Sweetheart, thank you for not letting me drink two hours of boring wine here."
"Don't call me sweetheart, your sweetheart is Ivan Donald, not me."
After saying this, Emily regretted it immediately. and gave him an annoyed look, found a chair with no one to sit down, and said angrily.
"looking for me?"
"There are a business and private matters, which one should I talk about first?"
"Private matter!"
"I miss you. I want to meet you and have a chat."
"Let's talk about official business!"
Luke sighed disappointedly, took a photo from his pocket, and placed it on the table.
"Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sarin, you should have not forgotten!"
Emily was startled and horrified, "You..."
Luke calmly said, "Yes, I asked to take him away."
Emily stood up immediately and yelled under her voice,
"What are you going to do, do you know that it is illegal to do so?"
"I must do this."
Luke looked directly into the other person's eyes and said word by word, "I don't believe Roger Consius, you know the virtues of that guy better than me. If he gets Ibn, he might do something terrible. For the entire FBI, I only trust you, and only you can find out the truth."
Emily's expression was extremely complicated, she didn't know what to say for a while, something was swaying from side to side in her heart, and it took a while to calm down. She sighed helplessly and said.
"Where is the person?"
"follow me."
The two left one after another from the back door of the bar, bypassing the dark and damp street, and came to a dilapidated building.
"When you get to the place, don't speak, just do as I say."
Pushing open the heavy basement iron door, the two came to a dimly lit room
Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sarin is here, waiting anxiously.
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