Persuading a fight becomes stronger: starting from the Kryptonian war

When it comes to dealing with this kind of thing, Wang Wu is a professional.

In his previous life, he ate this bowl of rice and received many similar orders.

Some help celebrities clean up scandals, and some help officials escape scrutiny...

Wang Wu never asks the client what the truth is when he takes money to do things.

It's not that the truth is unimportant, but living in this world, who can be spotless?

That being the case, why take it too seriously?
If you really want to compare it, those guys who are not clean but demand others to be like saints are more disgusting.

The American media is such a person.

Obviously he is a first-class character waving the flag and doing all kinds of evil things, but he can stand on the moral high ground with peace of mind, criticize this and criticize that.

If it was still in his previous life, Wang Wu might not be able to do anything. The power of the media is too terrifying for him, an ordinary person, to resist.

but now?
It doesn't take much effort.

……

Half an hour later, the top floor of a building.

At the rectangular conference table, sat a dozen or so people with panicked expressions.

Most of them are very imposing, and they look like big shots who are used to being pampered, but at this time, many of them are disheveled, and some even wear a pair of underwear.

Everyone was looking in the direction of the chief seat of the conference table, with horror, bewilderment, and bewilderment in their eyes.

On the main seat, Wang Wu snapped his fingers, and the lights in the conference room turned on.

He swept around the crowd present, and said lightly:

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, everyone must know who I am?"

A calmer middle-aged man in a suit said with a smile:

"Of course, who in Metropolis doesn't know Dongfang Superman?"

"I don't like that name."

Wang Wu waved his hands and said coldly:
"My name is Wong."

Hearing this, the man sensed that something was wrong, but continued with a smile:
"Then Mr. Wang invited us here, what's the matter?"

"Please?"

Wang Wu looked at the other party, with a half-smile and said:
"Isn't it kidnapping?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone became restless.

Someone cursed angrily:
"Do you know who I am? If something happens to me, you will never have a good time!"

"Of course I know."

Wang Wu grinned, glanced over these guys, and said calmly:
"You are the chairman of some big company, a member of the chaebol, a rich man with a lot of money..."

Halfway through speaking, Wang Wu paused, then said coldly:

"But so what? In my eyes, it's just a group of ordinary people."

"You are too arrogant!"

Just now the man slammed the table and got up, pointed at Wang Wu, and roared in a stern voice:
"In the United States, the president dare not speak to me like that!"

"Really? Mr. Franklin, what gives you confidence?"

Wang Wu stood up slowly, and walked in front of the arrogant and arrogant white old man.

"Is it money and power?"

Franklin looked confident, looked at Wang Wu with contempt and said:

"Heh... Is there any problem? My money is enough to cover this room, I..."

In the middle of speaking, Wang Wu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck, and raised it in the air.

"Tell me, can everything you have save you now?"

Wang Wu asked lightly.

"Uh uh...let me go!"

Franklin didn't expect that Wang Wu would do it as soon as he said it, and he didn't talk about martial arts at all, so he could only struggle desperately, blushing from his face to his neck.

Of course, whether you talk about martial arts or not, the result is the same.

Even with only one little finger, Wang Wu can still torture a bad old man.

Next to him, the middle-aged man in a suit who had been acting calmly scolded Franklin for his stupidity.

What is the role of money and power in the face of truly powerful forces?
He also said that the president of the United States dare not talk to you like that, then have you ever thought that the person in front of you is a ruthless person who forcibly took away the Kryptonian spacecraft and finally made the entire American government compromise!
Dare to be so provocative, it's really too long!

Although he thought so in his heart, he still stood up, walked up to Wang Wu and said:

"Mr. Wang, don't get excited. If you have anything to say, you can sit down and talk about it. This will only deepen the misunderstanding!"

If Franklin died here, but they didn't say anything, even if they left safely, they might not end well.

Wang Wu glanced at him, and said without giving an inch:
"There is nothing to say. You have done something wrong. I will punish you. It is as simple as that."

"Did something wrong?"

The middle-aged man in the suit frowned and looked around at the people in the meeting room again.

These people can be said to be the same kind of people, all of whom are worth at least tens of millions of rich people, but if you look at it carefully, it seems that there is a big difference.

He is worth tens of millions, but less than [-] million. He is a rich man, but he has billions on the surface, and Franklin, who has more assets in secret, is also a rich man.

But there is clearly a world of difference between the two.

What did people like himself do that made him find out and punish them one by one?

The man was puzzled, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:
"Sorry, sir. I really don't know what I did to make you so angry. If you can tell me, I will correct it!"

"Good attitude."

Wang Wu glanced at it, threw the old man in his hand to the ground, and said:

"Recently, I've heard a lot of people maliciously smearing me..."

In an instant, everyone in the conference room suddenly realized.

The middle-aged man in the suit also reacted, realizing that most of the people here are related to the media industry.

Even his most precious asset is a well-known newspaper.

This is Wang Wu's professional method.

Isn't it better to directly invite the bigwigs who control the media to drink coffee than to argue with those who rely on their mouths for food?

If you can't handle the opponent, you can handle his boss!

The middle-aged man in the suit was a little frightened for a while.

So he is for this?

But those reports were all at the behest of the government...

The middle-aged man in the suit was shocked, but he didn't dare to show it. He could only pretend to be apologetic and said:
"So that's how it is... I'm really sorry, I really should be punished, the management is not strict at ordinary times, and the employees under him turn black and white in order to make money... Please rest assured, I will fire those employees involved in the incident immediately when I go back, and issue a statement to restore your reputation!"

The rest of the people also followed suit, scolding their own employees and promising to return Wang Wu's innocence.

Wang Wu stared at the middle-aged man in a suit for a while, his face full of deep meaning.

Of course he knew that these guys had ghosts in their hearts, but he couldn't control that much at the moment.

As long as these people know something about current affairs, it's fine for the rest to be covered by soldiers.

But some people were not convinced, Franklin lay down on the ground, his face was full of resentment.

"You're not convinced?"

Wang Wu squatted down and asked coldly.

Franklin didn't speak, but the undiminished expression of resentment already explained everything.

"Don't cry without seeing the coffin..."

Wang Wu snorted, stretched out his hand to grab the opponent, and threw it out!
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the meeting room shattered, and Franklin let out a scream, and fell from the 22nd floor in an instant!
Everyone's body suddenly became cold, and some even collapsed to the ground in fright.

But just three seconds later, Wang Wu flashed away from these people, and there was a shivering Franklin in his hand.

"I was wrong, I was wrong... I must kill those guys when I go back, let me go, I really know I was wrong..."

Franklin's hair was disheveled, his body was shaking like a goat, and his pants were already wet.

"very good."

Wang Wu threw him into the conference room, walked to the window, and finally warned:

"Remember what you said, the next one I throw down will not be so lucky."

After speaking, he jumped out and flew away into the distance.

……

Franklin's house.

On the expensive big bed, Franklin hadn't recovered from the trapeze experience a few hours ago, his face was pale.

Suddenly, he felt some pain in his chest.

Clutching his chest, Franklin just wanted to call his servant to come in, but the pain became more and more severe, making him open his mouth, and he could only let out a slight whimper.

For a moment, he fell powerlessly, and his eyes gradually lost their color.

Three hours later, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

A maid walked into the bedroom with an indifferent expression, came to the bedside, stretched out her hand to sniff Franklin, and then pressed the back of her finger on Franklin's neck to confirm.

Finding Franklin dead, she gave a small smile of satisfaction.

The next moment, she put on a frightened and terrified expression, and shouted to the door:
"Come here! Something happened to the master!..."