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midnight.

Chen Muze returned to the hotel.

Outside the door of the presidential suite, Tang Yin, who was pale and showing weakness, was kneeling, determined to become Chen Muze's disciple.

How could he, who was obsessed with kung fu, miss an extraordinary and holy man?

Luxurious room, large living room.

Chen Muze stood helplessly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. This guy who seemed to have an abnormal orientation actually wanted to be his apprentice.

He could not laugh or cry.

If Tang Yin hadn't promised his uncle not to touch the Tang family, he would have slapped him to death if he "badged" him like this.

However, he did not worry about this for too long, thinking about how to deal with Zhao Lichun and Zhao Tong.

He will kill the first evildoer.

The rest of the Zhao family got out of the capital.

This was the result of his conversation with Uncle Feng on the way back to the hotel.

Uncle Feng wanted to leave everything to the authorities, but he also had bottom lines and principles that he must defend.

After a long time, he picked up his cell phone and contacted Ren Jun.

"Uncle Ren, Zhao Lichun and Zhao Tong will rush to the airport tomorrow and fly back to Beijing. I hope they get into a car accident on the way to the airport."

"clear."

Ren Jun responded to Chen Muze without hesitation.

In Chen Hao's absence, Chen Muze's order was the highest directive.

Chen Muze hung up the phone.

In letting the Zhao father and son have a car accident, he considered the official's face and would not embarrass Uncle Feng.

Ding Dong!

Ding Dong!

Ding Dong!

He received messages one after another on his mobile phone. When he clicked on the message, it was a series of screenshots sent by Zhang Li. They were discussions about the new product launch conference of Pingguo Company on the "Zhihu" website.

Post after post all used this to attack Haoxiang Group.

"Surviving in a desperate situation, Pingguo is doing well, but he is suppressed by the evil dragon. Sales increased last year, and new products are born. The evil dragon will be defeated."

"Haoxiang Technology Company, paraquat in the industry, kidnaps patriotism, is shameless, such companies must be boycotted!"

"Look at those people who attack Pingguo's new products, eight out of ten are from the navy of the Haoxiang Group!"

“Whichever field Haoxiang Group enters will lose its vitality.”

"Deserves to be punished by the civilized world!"

The discussion thread was almost overwhelmingly attacking Haoxiang Group.

Chen Muze knew that this was Dongfan Island's 1450 troops engaged in "team building", and a one-sided storm of public opinion formed in a very short period of time.

He sneered.

This is nothing but self-deception.

The silent majority at home and abroad are taking action and using real money to support Haoxiang Group.

Twenty years ago, the slander and clamor of such people failed to hinder the country's development.

Today, the slander and clamor of such people cannot harm Haoxiang Group.

However, this time the performance of 1450 is indeed more fierce than before.

Whether Western technology companies can withstand the crushing power of Haoxiang Group will be known in the next year or two. Of course, they are anxious.

This is not only a war of public opinion and awareness, but also a decisive battle to determine the ownership of technological hegemony and the life and death of countless technology companies in the East and the West.

The West will resist at all costs.

The madness of 1450 is just the clarion call for the decisive battle.

They seem loud.

But compared to the billions of Chinese people who are quietly working hard and making progress, they are as small as ants and cannot stop the general trend.

As for Pingguo Company's sales growth last year, it was because Country M united its allies to ban the sale of all Haoxiang Group products.

Under such circumstances, Pingguo Company's sales have increased. What can be praised?

Chen Muze also did not deny that among the thousands of posts, some were posted by mainlanders who were sincerely hostile to the Haoxiang Group.

These scum never thought that they would also be the beneficiaries of Haoxiang Group's overcoming difficulties in many high-tech fields and promoting economic development.

Dragon?

It is understandable that Western politicians regard Haoxiang Group as an evil dragon.

This small group of mainlanders regard Haoxiang Group as an evil dragon and are simply stupid.

Perhaps these scum are dissatisfied with the status quo and long for the collapse of the country, the advent of troubled times, and a reshuffle.

In troubled times heroes emerge.

Having said that, there are only a handful of such heroes throughout the ages.

Wasteful people who complain or even hate in prosperous times are often more miserable in troubled times.

Chen Muche curled his lips and quickly typed an eight-word reply to Zhang Li: Don't worry, the trend is unstoppable.

Thousands of posts.

Chen Muze glanced at it casually and showed no interest in posting to argue.

The cry of the weak.

How could it make a strong man angry?

However, he became interested in the "Zhihu" website. He called Qin Liang and said, "Uncle Qin, do you know Zhihu?"

"I know, the nickname is Zhihu, which means country M's colony on China's Internet. Half of the ghosts and ghosts on the intranet are gathered there."

"Zhihu..."

Chen Muze was happy.

Internet colonies, this statement is a bit exaggerated.

This kind of platform must survive by attracting traffic through confrontational speech and various public opinions that touch people's sensitive nerves.

Of course, this kind of platform will inevitably be penetrated by foreign capital.

"Acquired it."

Chen Muze said what he was thinking.

"The prince doesn't like colonization either?" Qin Liang asked with a smile.

"I think the position of public opinion is not worthless and should be controlled." Chen Muze did not want to kill Zhihu.

Qin Liang said: "Okay, I will take care of this."

"Sorry, Uncle Qin."

Chen Muze has special respect for Chen family veterans who follow his father.

"However, Mr. Chen said back then that every country needs voices of criticism and questioning, not just praise."

Qin Liang reminded Chen Muze tactfully.

"Uncle, I understand."

Chen Muze responded seriously to Qin Liang.

He absolutely supports criticism and doubts that serve the country and the people, but malicious rumors and smears need to be dealt with urgently.

This has nothing to do with free speech.

On an external website that flaunts freedom of speech, if you say one or two words of justice for China, you will be banned and blocked.

Why shouldn't he punish the real traitors? 1450?

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Chen Muze walked out of the presidential suite.

Tang Yin was still kneeling at the door. His face was pale and he was about to collapse. This determination and perseverance moved Chen Muze.

"Accept you as my disciple..."

Chen Muze shook his head.

Being begged by someone on their knees, and having his wish granted, can only show that he is soft-hearted, not to mention that he doesn't want to accept a disciple yet.

Feeling Chen Muze's determination not to accept a disciple, Tang Yin smiled desperately.

Chen Muze added: "But you can be my little brother."

Junior, apprentice.

The difference of one word is the difference of cloud and mud.

After Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, he nodded happily. He firmly believed that as long as he stayed with the peerless master, he would benefit a lot.

Those who are close to Zhu are close to those who are black.

What our ancestors said is not wrong.

"Stand up."

As Chen Muze spoke, he bypassed Tang Yin and went to the elevator.

Tang Yin tried to stand up, but almost fell down. He suffered internal injuries and knelt all night. He couldn't hold on any longer.

Chen Muze turned around and waved his hand, and the invisible power he waved made Tang Yin stand up, and turned into a warm current that entered Tang Yin's limbs and bones.

Tang Yin felt that he had regained some strength instantly and was not as tired and weak as before. He bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, Prince."

Chen Muze didn't say anything, took the elevator downstairs, and drove to the hotel's underground parking lot.

"Prince, take my car."

Tang Yin, who was following Chen Muze, pressed the car key, and the taillights of the Mercedes-Benz G parked not far away flashed.