"Popular candidate Okesi was exposed to accepting foreign funds. Executive of a black rights organization and well-known African-American philanthropist McDonald may face 21 charges."
"Is it a human rights organization? Or is it a broker selling "White House values"? "
"The Supreme Court of Xin announced the latest investigation results to terminate Okesi's candidacy in accordance with the relevant laws."
"…"
In less than a week, the direction of events took a dramatic turn.
Okesi, the "friend of immigrants" who was originally praised by the leftists, was imprisoned. Not only did he lose his candidacy, but he also faced charges from the prosecution, and he even dragged the big fish, McDonald, into the mess.
If it was just an arrest, there would be no benefit other than adding fuel to the fire of the entire incident. It would even be equivalent to providing those with ulterior motives with dirt to continue to attack Celestial Trade.
Unfortunately, the police who received the report not only arrested the suspect, but they also found five million Xin New dollars in cash and an illegal contract at the scene.
And all of this was captured by the reporters behind the law enforcement officers.
In the face of irrefutable evidence, even the most radical leftists were speechless for a while and didn't know how to defend themselves.
After all, except for a small number of people who were indeed instructed by foreign forces, most people were just used as guns in this storm of public opinion. And now after such an incident, people with a little bit of intelligence also realized this point.
There was more than one Okesi in Xin, and Xin's prosecution only arrested one example.
At the same time, after Okesi, who took money from the UA, was removed, Celestial Trade, which had been ignoring the media's accusations, suddenly used Future Group's huge influence in the Internet field to shift the focus of public opinion from James's identity to the political game behind the entire incident.
And the spearhead was directly directed at the Capitol.
…
In the conference hall of Future Building, the dimly lit stands were crowded with people.
Every time Future Group held a press conference, regardless of the size and length of time, the venue was always lively.
And this time, of course, was no exception.
Next to the podium in the conference room, facing the cameras and flashes of countless media, Jiang Chen stood there as the president of Future Group and spoke in a calm and solemn tone.
"… Our corporation would like to express our deep condolences to James' death."
"He was an excellent employee. His death is a loss to Future Mining and the entire Future Group. According to our company's regulations and related labor protection laws, his family will not only receive a considerable amount of compensation from the insurance company, but we will also provide considerable compensation to the family of the person who died in the line of duty according to the company's employee protection regulations. "
"This money can be withdrawn by James's wife in any court in Xin. There is no need to fight for it through litigation. We do not refuse to pay compensation because of the color of his skin, nor do we discriminate against him as some people say. Similarly, we won't let him get what doesn't belong to him because of his skin color or public opinion. "
"Immigrants of any nationality, religion, and race will enjoy equal rights in Xin. This is the spirit of Xin's constitution and the foundation of our country. However, for those who try to use the banner of the minority to seek privileges for themselves in the name of equality … "
Staring at the camera, Jiang Chen said word by word.
"Let me tell you with certainty that you are dreaming."
"In addition, I once again warn those with ulterior motives. If you think you can disgust us in this way, then I will let you know who will shoot yourself in the foot in the end. "
After the speech, all the lights in the venue were lit up. Next was the Q&A session.
The reporters who were already ready to run rushed up and put their microphones and cameras close to the podium. They formed a semi-circle in front of Jiang Chen.
"Mr. Jiang Chen, is your last sentence implying that this incident is supported by a certain government?"
"I think I have made it clear enough. Please check your notes."
"… Will the biotechnology summit originally scheduled for the end of the month be postponed because of the impact of this incident?"
"No."
"… There is an opinion that Ghost Agents participated in this investigation. Is it legal to use a spy agency to investigate a candidate?"
"It depends on whether the candidate's behavior is suspected to be illegal. I think it is the same in any country. The identity of a candidate is never a shield for immunity from judicial investigation. "
"Mr. Jiang Chen, may I ask …"
Faced with the bombardment of questions from the reporters, Jiang Chen chose a few questions that were more informative. He then announced the end of the press conference and asked the staff to help the reporters pack up and leave.
Jiang Chen walked to the lounge behind the stage and took a bottle of mineral water from Xia Shiyu, who was waiting there. He sat on the chair and took two sips before wiping his mouth.
"Are you tired?"
"It's okay. I'm not tired, but my throat is a bit dry." Jiang Chen screwed the cap and threw the bottle on the table.
"I don't think you've rested recently." Xia Shiyu looked at Jiang Chen with concern.
"It's because everything is crowded together." Jiang Chen shrugged helplessly, leaned against the chair, and looked at Xia Shiyu with a smirk. "Come and massage your husband's shoulders."
When she heard Jiang Chen's words, the icy face blushed and subconsciously looked back.
Seeing the door to the lounge was closed, Xia Shiyu was relieved and rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen.
"Can you be more mindful of your image in the company? This is not your home."
Although she said she was unwilling, she still walked behind Jiang Chen, stretched out two pairs of white hands, and pressed on Jiang Chen's shoulder.
Feeling the massage on his shoulder, Jiang Chen closed his eyes in comfort.
"Look at you, you look like a master." Xia Shiyu's mouth curved up as she gently pinched Jiang Chen's shoulder. "Is it comfortable?"
"It's so comfortable. I feel alive again," Jiang Chen said exaggeratedly. Jiang Chen said exaggeratedly. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "I suddenly have a hunch."
Xia Shiyu continued to massage Jiang Chen's shoulder as she tilted her head.
"What hunch?"
"There will be a lot of busy days like these days this year." Jiang Chen sighed.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Xia Shiyu rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen. "You usually have nothing to do, so you just spend your time messing around. Now that there's something for you to vent, isn't it a good time? As the president, it's time for you to worry about the company. "
He held the pair of hands on his shoulders as he looked back and grinned at the pair of beautiful eyes full of love.
"Then, do you like me to be busy or mischievous?"
Her fair cheeks flushed red.
Feeling the heat on the back of her hand, Xia Shiyu looked away and reluctantly told the truth.
"… messing around."
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