The table in front of Uncle Zhong was filled with documents of all sizes, piled up like a hill, and these documents were just the tip of the iceberg that needed to be reviewed. Qiao Feng was dead, and all the rest of the work was taken over by Zhong Bolai. Uncle Zhong was usually only assisting Qiao Feng, and was not very good at commercial matters. He had no idea about Feng Teng's current situation and how to make decisions. And what Qiao Feng left behind urgently needed to be cleaned up immediately, so Uncle Zhong had to grit the bullet and review it little by little. The impact was not a big deal, so he made his own decisions according to his experience, and he simply left some things to the managers to judge themselves. It was really important, so he stayed for the time being and handled later.

But even so, the work efficiency is not very high, and it cannot keep up with the speed of processing. Therefore, even half of the things on the table were not processed, and Uncle Zhong could no longer hold on.

Uncle Zhong stopped writing, put the documents aside, rubbed his face hard with his hands to make him feel a little more awake, and then brewed a cup of instant coffee and leaned against the chair and sipped it in small mouthfuls.

This desk is usually the exclusive office location of Qiao Feng, but now, Uncle Zhong is also sitting here instead of Qiao Feng, with a huge pressure pressing on his shoulders. Uncle Zhong feels inexplicably powerless and doesn't know how to walk the road ahead.

Dingling, the sudden call broke the slowly rising emotions, causing Uncle Zhong to shake off. The coffee in the cup almost spilled out, and also made Uncle Zhong wake up.

"Didn't they ask them to cut off all the media's calls? Why are there still calls in?" Uncle Zhong muttered in a low voice. In order not to disturb people and not to disclose any news about this incident, Uncle Zhong had earlier notified all media calls to reject them, but the phone has been received here, so he can't just stop answering it easily. So Uncle Zhong still put the coffee aside and picked up the phone. If it was really a media, then hang up immediately.

"Butler Zhong? I'm disturbing. I'm the Yellow Police Team yesterday. Let me tell you about the situation of the press conference. Because we are preparing to hold it as fast as possible, we have basically sorted out the information here, so now we can communicate with you and Huateng to avoid any mistakes at the scene at that time." Before Uncle Zhong could ask, the other party took the initiative to report to his home, and his purpose and purpose were all stated.

"It turns out to be the Yellow Police Force. Sorry, there are too many things to deal with. Before we can tell you about the press conference, there is nothing to prepare for us. However, I don't think there are some things that I can explain so clearly. It is better to keep some opinions for the time being. Of course, this is my personal opinion of Feng Teng. If there is any request, we will abide by them." Hearing that the other party was the Yellow Police Force, Uncle Zhong said politely. The Yellow Police Force also helped a lot last night, so Uncle Zhong still has a lot of good feelings for the Yellow Police Force.

"Because the matter has not been investigated yet, today's press conference mainly answers some reporters' questions and explains the facts. I think it will be helpful to you, including formally responding to some rumors and other things. So today's content is determined by you. As long as the content you published is true, it's fine." The Yellow Police Force said very well. Human nature is to tend to be weak when things happen. In comparison, some of Huateng's actions are indeed very dissatisfied, so the Yellow Police Force also gave Fengteng a lot of care.

"Thank you, then. For details, I'll go over and tell you in detail. I need to clean up here." Uncle Zhong smiled and thanked. It's good to add icing on the cake, but the person who helps in time is true.

"It's okay, then I'll wait for you here. By the way, I'm going to remind you, you'd better be careful with the people in Huateng. They had no success in their interference last night. Maybe there would be any countermeasures today." Before hanging up the phone, the Yellow Police Force instructed again.

After the call, Uncle Zhong stood up. There was still a relatively difficult press conference task in front of him, so the copywriting on the table could only be put aside for the time being until later to process it.

I promised Bei Mingjun that today's press conference was explained by Feng Teng, and the blame could not be put on Hua Teng, so today's press conference was indeed quite stressful. Not only did I need to come up with a reason that was easier to convince, but this reason could not point the finger at Hua Teng, but I could not completely escape from suspicion. This is a skill job. If Qiao Feng or Zhang Ziyu had someone here, Uncle Zhong would not be too worried. However, he was the person who was going to take on this task today. Uncle Zhong was not sure that he could completely calm the scene and deal with the reporters who raised sharp questions. Now, he could not find anyone who could share some of it for himself.

Since Zheng Bin has been recuperating and treating in the hospital, Bei Mingjun is temporarily responsible for the overall situation of Hua Teng, which makes Bei Mingjun feel happy. This is the first time. Bei Mingjun has taken the position of Hua Teng as the leader. Although it is only a temporary replacement for Zheng Bin, it is still worthy of its name.

Moreover, since Zheng Bin has been staying in the hospital, all the reporting work is done independently by Bei Mingjun. Naturally, he can say whatever he wants, and no one will expose him or refute him. So Bei Mingjun wiped out all the things he suffered, and tried his best to cover up Huateng's losses, exaggerate Feng Teng's losses, and at the same time he also blamed himself appropriately, did not protect Zheng Bin, and took the initiative to ask for punishment. Everything was extremely realistic, leaving other people who didn't know the true situation in the dark, so everyone chose to believe that they even cheated on the Yin-Change. So for a moment, almost all Huateng celebrated because Feng Teng's strength was greatly reduced, and Huateng's senior management also gave him a sigh of relief. The previous plan was finally successful.

With this "success", Bei Mingjun also stood out among the entire Huateng senior management, vaguely stabilizing the first place, and his prestige has also improved a lot.

"Everyone, it's still a bit early to celebrate. Although Qiao Feng is dead, Zhang Ziyu is just missing. His body has not been found yet. There is a press conference later, so don't be careless. Let's go and do your own business first." Looking at the people who were too relaxed below in the conference room, Bei Mingjun cleared his throat and reminded that Bei Mingjun's words now have a certain weight. The others also restrained their heads and nodded and quietly left the conference room.

"Mingjun, you have made contributions to this matter, so you don't have to blame yourself too much. Zheng Bin is young, and fighting more may not be a bad thing. All success will always be accompanied by sacrifices. We Huateng can still withstand these sacrifices. As long as we handle the subsequent things properly, we can do it." Now there are only two people in the conference room. Yinli also showed a long-lost smile and patted Bei Mingjun on the shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, Uncle Yin, I will handle it, don't worry." Some of the previous practices made Yin Li a little wary of Bei Mingjun. Now it seems that this vigilance has almost been put down, and Bei Mingjun was relieved.

"Well, I'll leave the press conference to you later. Remember to be careful. Although Zhang Ziyu and Qiao Feng are not in Feng Teng, Uncle Zhong is also a skilled person. Don't be bitten by Feng Teng. The speculation from the outside world is not very beneficial to us now, so we must prevent major mistakes. The power of public opinion should not be underestimated now." Yin Li nodded and said, "A thin camel is bigger than a horse. The older generation has a deep understanding of this principle. Yin Li is afraid that Bei Mingjun is arrogant and suffers a great loss when he underestimates Feng Teng.

"Haha, Uncle Yin, you can rest assured about this. Yesterday I used a plan to ask Feng Teng to promise that today's press conference was mainly borne by them, and they will not blame us Hua Teng." Bei Mingjun said with a smile, full of confidence.

"Well, but you still have to be careful. I am very optimistic about your ability. Just assist Zheng Bin well." Yinli nodded, then stopped saying anything, and after giving a few instructions, he turned around and left.

"Hmph, old man, do you want to use me as a tool? Assistant? Joke, Zheng Bin is no threat to me now. Old guy, let's see how I deal with you." As Yinli gradually walked away, all the humble and elegant looks that he pretended to be in front of everyone was put away, and he changed into a disdainful expression. Yinli and Zheng Bin's only remaining troubles must be eradicated, so that Bei Mingjun can completely rule Huateng. It seems that he should plan to destroy Yinli first.

Now there are no alliances around Bei Mingjun, and Yinli has a good influence in Huateng, but there are also many ambitious people. As long as you make good use of the chess pieces at your fingertips, it is not a problem to win the Yinli. Because Yinli has been working for Huateng for so many years, if Yinli is willing to give up his position and say good things to him, then Bei Mingjun will also let Yinli live well. If he doesn't know the truth, then he will only disappear completely. Anyway, this immortal person has lived for so much of his life, and it is not a loss to die now.

Thinking of this, Bei Mingjun sneered, turned around and walked out of the conference room. Now he had to clean up Feng Teng's shrimp soldiers and crab generals first, and then he began to deal with the matter on Hua Teng. When he thought that he would be written into history in the near future, he stood at the highest point of power, Bei Mingjun's self-confidence began to expand infinitely, and he felt light and fluttering when walking. As expected, God still favored him.
Chapter completed!