It was already 7:30 when Lin Hui hurried to the company.

    At two or three o'clock in the morning, He Jianshan went to the room to pick up a call, and then told him that there was an urgent matter for a foreign project, and he was going to the company for a meeting. Lin Hui originally wanted to get up and go with him, but He Jianshan held him down again: "Sleep a little longer."

    Lin Hui had a little trouble with He Jianshan at the bar two days ago, and his nerves were a little nervous. Fortunately, the company's public relations have stepped up its handling, and the Internet hotspots have changed rapidly. After a while, netizens giggled and gossips gradually subsided. He finally relaxed and got a good night's sleep.

    Seeing Lin Hui lay down again, He Jianshan sat by the bed and stroked his hair, whispering, "Bring me some breakfast when you come to work."

    He Jianshan's voice was very soft and soft, but the movements of his hands made Lin Hui a little itchy, he closed his eyes and began to chase people: "...Understood, you can go..."

    He Jianshan chuckled lightly, bowed his head and kissed Lin Hui before leaving.

    When Lin Hui woke up again, it was time for him to wake up. When he was habitually brushing his teeth, he opened his phone and swiped to read the news—

    So, the whole person froze.

    Lin Hui arrived at Wanzhu with the fastest speed. As soon as he arrived at the office, he saw Zhao Xiaoxiao, who usually pressed down to work, was already sitting at the workstation. She frowned and looked at her phone intently. Lin Hui knocked on the table and called out, "Xiaoxiao."

    Zhao Xiaoxiao hurriedly hid the phone behind her with a trembling hand. He may think this is too much to cover up, blushed again, and took out the phone from behind the quilt: "Lin, Lin Zhu—"

    "Which conference room is Mr. He in?" He Jianshan is not in the office. At this time, he must be meeting with public relations and legal affairs.

    "Mr. He is in the second meeting room."

    Before Zhao Xiaoxiao called to stop Lin Hui, he ran towards the elevator.

    The second meeting room was on the eighth floor. When Lin Hui arrived at the door, he saw that the door was tightly closed, and he could vaguely hear voices coming from inside. He was about to push the door in when he was suddenly stopped—

    "Lin Help!" is Anne.

    Annie frowned and blocked the door of the conference room.

    "Annie?"

    Annie was silent for a while, then whispered: "Lin Assistant, Mr. He said, let you wait for him in the office."

    Lin Hui was stunned for a while, but did not speak for a long time. He turned his eyes to the heavy door in front of him and exhaled a long breath.

    After a while, he said, "Okay, I see."

    Lin Hui slowly calmed down, he was about to turn around to leave, but Annie seemed a little unbearable, and stopped him again: "Lin Zhu—"

    "Anything else?"

    Annie moved her mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "Have you had breakfast?"

    Lin Hui suddenly smiled.

    Annie and he entered Wanzhu on the same day. For eight years, they were not only colleagues who had a tacit understanding of work, but also friends who cared about each other. He knew what Annie wanted to say, so he nodded: "I have eaten."

    Then he paused and added, "It's alright."

    Lin Hui soon returned to He Jianshan's office, waiting for him to come out after the meeting. Outside the door, Zhao Xiaoxiao couldn't help looking at her phone again, typing quickly while watching, looking extremely angry. Lin Hui leaned against the door and watched for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, stop scolding people online."

    "Look if I don't squirt to death—" Zhao Xiaoxiao looked up and saw Lin Hui, and swallowed the words she blurted out.

    Lin Hui couldn't help laughing again.

    Zhao Xiaoxiao whispered: "Lin Zhu, why are you still smiling..."

    Lin Hui looked relaxed: "Then what should I do, mobilize the people of Quan Wanzhu to post insults online?"

    Zhao Xiaoxiao was silent. After a while, she said, "Lin Zhu, they and Ben have never seen you before, they don't know."

    Her eyes were a little red, but Lin Hui seemed suddenly curious and asked, "Then what do you know?"

    Zhao Xiaoxiao said seriously: "I know that Mr. He will definitely solve everything, don't worry, Lin Assistant."

    Lin Hui was silent for a while, and finally said softly: "If one person can solve everything, he must bear the pressure that others can't imagine."

    Zhao Xiaoxiao was stunned, but Lin Hui suddenly stood up straight and looked forward gently—

    A few steps away, He Jianshan stood there, watching him quietly.

    The short hand in the clock on the wall in the office has already pointed to 8, the morning sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it is a fine day again.

    "I didn't bring you breakfast." Lin Hui leaned on the desk relaxedly when he said this, and didn't seem guilty at all.

    He Jianshan laughed: "Fortunately, I have already eaten."

    Lin Hui paused for a while and said, "What does the public relations say?"

    He Jianshan unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and said succinctly, "In the beginning, they wanted to downplay it."

    The main purpose of all crisis public relations is to calm the situation and reduce attention, so usually the simplest and most direct way is to avoid - to blur all the contradictions and reduce the sense of existence. It seems to be a passive treatment, bypassing or transferring the core contradiction, and does not really solve the problem. However, news is time-sensitive, and the Internet has greatly shortened this time-limit. After a long time, it will naturally pass. Even if it is mentioned in the future, there will be no more storms.

    Lin Hui nodded: "Conventional thinking."

    "I do not agree."

    Lin Hui looked at He Jianshan.

    He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui: "I said, Lin Hui is my boyfriend."

    Lin Hui was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Fan Yu is probably worried to death."

    He Jianshan also smiled.

    Fan Yu is the PR Director of Wanzhu. In fact, when He Jianshan said the word "Lin Hui" in the conference room, the whole room fell into a dead silence - this was the most difficult answer.

    He Jianshan admitted Lin Hui's identity in front of everyone, which means that when dealing with this "scandal", Lin Hui and He Jianshan are equally important Location. The public relations department didn't dare to ask the big leaders why they didn't let them know in advance about such an important matter. They thought they were just subordinates who had a good relationship. But compared to the fact that the two fell in love with the same sex, the only thing they are happy about now is that that person is Lin Hui.

    Fortunate and unfortunate.

    What did Lin Hui think of again: "Is it the police about the surveillance video? This is different from the photos that came out by accident a few days ago. It was released on purpose at first glance."

    "Together with marketing accounts and malicious rumors, none of them can escape."

    Lin Hui hesitated for a moment and asked, "Could it be - Feng Juntao's side?"

    They never talked about Feng Ying alone, but with Lin Hui's understanding of He Jianshan, he would definitely not let him go easily, and I'm afraid it wasn't a legal solution. I don't know if this caused the other party's revenge?

    "It's hard to say. Wanzhu has been a big tree in recent years, and there are not a few people who want to step on it. It's not a lot of trouble to monitor the mere bar." After he finished speaking, he looked at Lin back.

    "What's wrong?"

    "Is there really no need to hug?" He Jianshan sincerely suggested.

    Lin Hui couldn't help laughing: "It's alright, compared to your debauched image of King Zhou, I, Lin Daji, have some skills - or you want me to be like what I say on the Internet, and I will jump on you. In her arms crying and shouting 'husband help me'?"

    He Jianshan raised his eyebrows: "Shout again."

    Lin Hui refused, but not completely: "Call home at night."

    In fact, even Lin Hui never thought that he would be so calm in the face of even more malice than four years ago. Except when he found out the accident at first, he was really anxious, but while waiting for He Jianshan, he didn't feel angry or sad, and he thought more about how to deal with it quickly and effectively. It may be that the things made up on the Internet are too outrageous and too different from himself. He really can't even get angry, he just thinks it is too funny.

    However, the only thing he can't stand is that he seems to have become He Jianshan's "stain". Many people scolded him and ridiculed him not because of the rumors on him, but to demean He Jianshan through him: the dirtier Lin Hui was, the more unbearable He Jianshan was. They proudly used Lin Hui to verify He Jianshan's reputation and reputation over the years.

    In someone else's mouth, pen and keyboard, he became an arrow, an arrow shot at He Jianshan.

     "Fan Yu hopes that I will open a personal Weibo and gradually release the relevant content or details of my love with you, create an image of love, and reduce the negative impression."

    Lin Hui listened a little funny: "We still need to create this?"

    "No need." He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui seriously, "It is the most precious thing in my heart, not a commodity that is judged by others."

    The maliciousness of people will not be eliminated by frankness, on the contrary, it will only provide new material for revelers round after round. He can make his relationship with Lin Hui public, in order to break the theory of "nurturing" and "unspoken rules", but it is absolutely impossible for a group of rabble to spy on or even judge their love.

    Lin Huishou smiled, and after a long time, he whispered: "You are giving Fan Yu a problem."

    "Come here." He Jianshan opened his arms.

    Lin Hui walked over.

    "I'm sorry." He Jianshan hugged the person in his arms tightly. If it weren't for his imprudence, Lin Hui would not have fallen into such a bad situation. As long as he thinks of this, it will be hard for him to let go.

    Lin Hui shook his head: "Didn't you say that the general manager also makes mistakes, and it's not your fault."

    "I have arranged for someone to contact Wei Xuan, and the details of Zhou Donghui's death will be announced at that time."

    "Will she agree? And it's been so long, wouldn't it be inappropriate to interrupt again?"

    "She'll agree, after all I'm rich."

    Lin Hui couldn't help but smile.

     "Afterwards, Wanzhu Group will officially announce our relationship, as well as your contributions to Wanzhu over the years, such as all the projects you have participated in, etc. There may also be some of your videos. Information, that's all, okay?"

    Lin Hui closed his eyes: "I have no reason to refuse. However, you may need to make an explanation to the shareholders."

    All of He Jianshan's arrangements were considered from Lin Hui's point of view: to disclose the truth four years ago so that he would no longer bear the notoriety of killing employees; the group officially announced the relationship between the two It is to rectify his name; listing all his contributions and achievements is to tell everyone his excellence... But, in the eyes of shareholders, is this an endorsement of his little lover He Jianshan with Wanzhu's reputation?

    Public use for private use is a taboo.

    He Jianshan could not have known. He certainly knew that doing so would inevitably lead to strong opposition, but he still rejected the suggestion of watering down or softening the public relations, and instead demanded that Lin Hui be immediately cleared of negative public opinion.

    He couldn't bear Lin Hui being hurt.

    "Don't worry about this, I will handle it. Instead of this trivial matter, it is better to help me think about the Ninghai project."

    Ninghai's project Lin Hui and He Jianshan have been grinding with the local government for two years one after another. At this juncture, the original project leader resigned. Seeing that the project will be launched after the new year, and now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, even if Wanzhu is rich and powerful, it is not easy to find people.

    Lin Hui opened his eyes: "...Ninghai...When will the decision be made at the latest..."

    "In March, Ninghai held an annual 'Spring Green Ninghai' Economic and Trade Promotion Conference. Our project will be held as a key project at the signing ceremony."

    "...March." Lin Hui smiled, "March is good, the season of spring."

    Like what He Jianshan told Lin Hui, Wan Zhu moved very quickly. The company first sued a group of people who spread rumors and caused trouble, and together with the major platforms, forced the platforms to block batch after batch of accounts; and then announced the details of Zhou Donghui's death four years ago, including some of the original The communication video between He Jianshan and Wei Xuan. In the past, out of humanitarian considerations, although Wan Zhu finally announced the investigation, but not all the evidence was released, and then asked Wei Xuan to delete the blog and apologize to end the matter. This time, with the consent of the other party, it was considered to be completely clear about the matter, and Wei Xuan also formally apologized to Lin Hui.

    Afterwards, the person who exposed the video was also found, no accident, it was the staff of the bar: someone gave him a sum of money, and let him carefully check the records of He Jianshan and Lin Hui Monitoring, the results really let him find something surprising. Although the person behind the scenes has not been found out so quickly, according to the existing clues, it should not be done by Feng Ying.

    He Jianshan was not surprised: "Although Feng Ying is stupid, Feng Juntao is a smart person."

    At first, he let the two valet beat Feng Ying to death, Feng Juntao dared to be angry when he found out, he only hated his son for not being able to live up to his expectations, a man who is almost 30 years old still only knows how to indulge in alcoholism, The communication between Ruitao and Wan Zhu was cut off abruptly. The loss made him want to beat him himself.

      But just as Lin Hui has always been worried, He Jianshan's real battle has never been these disturbances on the Internet, but from reality - he began to frequently respond to shareholders' inquiries.

    To be honest, when it comes to a volume like Wanzhu, shareholders are more representative of the relationships and interests behind it. It is true that Wan Zhu belongs to the He family, but the growth and expansion of Wan Zhu is indeed inseparable from the dazzling network of relationships and the injection of powerful resources. And the ensuing conflict of rights, no company can escape.

    He Jianshan has always acted strongly and decisively, and the voices on the Internet are nothing to him at all. This time his anger is hard to disappear because he has touched his red line. Four years ago, He Jianshan fought for this red line, and now it is again. In fact, the shareholders don't care at all whether He Jianshan likes men or women, and it doesn't even matter if he wants to fall in love with aliens. However, because Lin Hui has always been He Jianshan's assistant, and now he is the vice president of the group , everything becomes subtler.

    In particular, He Jianshan is about to officially announce his relationship with Lin Hui.

    Homosexual love is not the mainstream of society. Once it is announced, Lin Hui's position will be stable, but it will definitely have a great impact on Wanzhu - this is almost disregarding the overall interests of the group. In terms of personal feelings aside, is Lin Hui, the deputy general manager, worthy of Wan Zhu's full protection? And He Jianshan alone, can he really be strong enough to recover all the losses that may be caused after the announcement?

    Everyone is waiting.

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