Chapter 148

Zhou Andong said: "Then let them return it, and put them on the blacklist; never cooperate again."

Gu Bing smacked his lips: "Really return it?"

Zhou Andong said: "Return it!"

"Alright!" Gu Bing turned around and opened the door, then turned back and asked: "Really want to put them on the blacklist, never cooperate again?"

Zhou Andong glanced sideways at Gu Bing: "Do you have an opinion?"

"No!" Gu Bing walked out.

Zhou Andong looked at Meng Weihua and said: "Now you feel the crisis, do you still want to be the agent for Jiang Xiaobai?"

Meng Weihua smiled: "The reason I came only now is, first, I discussed resigning with my family, and second, I did a market survey.

After the promotional song for Jiang Xiaobai came out, I went to eight cities in the province and surveyed 20,000 young people. Among them, the number of men and women who want to drink Jiang Xiaobai and have already gone to stores to ask about purchasing it accounts for 43 percent.

After the negative news about Jiangzhou Yugong liquor came out, I went to several other cities and did the same survey. Guess the result."

Zhou Andong held a cigarette, threw one to Meng Weihua, and lit one himself: "The result should be quite good."

"More than just good." Meng Weihua said: "It increased from 43 percent to 77 percent."

Zhou Andong was truly surprised: "That much?"

Meng Weihua nodded: "The negative news about Jiangzhou Yugong liquor has had absolutely no impact on Jiang Xiaobai."

Zhou Andong laughed: "Decided?"

"Decided!" Meng Weihua said: "I finally persuaded my family, and I've already resigned; there's no turning back."

"Good!" Zhou Andong said: "I've already instructed the finance department; you can go sign the agency contract now."

At the *People's Daily* headquarters, in Guan Shengjie's office, he stared blankly at Jian Qiu sitting opposite him. After a long while, he shook his head slightly, feeling deeply moved, and said.

"Zhou Andong is worthy of his reputation. This kind of counter-intuitive thinking is simply a stroke of genius. Not only can it perfectly resolve the crisis at hand, but it can also make the Jiangzhou Yugong Liquor Industry famous and increase its popularity even further."

After speaking, Guan Shengjie suddenly laughed: "I feel a bit sorry for Tong Huaiyu. If he knew that the things he racked his brains to create ended up building a ladder for Zhou Andong, I wonder if he would be angered to death."

Jian Qiu said: "The lawyers have already filed a lawsuit against those reporters and media outlets. After the court accepts the case, it will be up to you."

Guan Shengjie said: "This case will definitely become a classic, strengthening the national concept of the rule of law, promoting the construction of a society based on the rule of law, enhancing the enthusiasm and initiative of the whole society to strictly abide by the rule of law, and forming a social atmosphere where abiding by the law is glorious and breaking the law is shameful. I think the leaders of the newspaper office will definitely be interested too."

"Ring..." The phone on Guan Shengjie's desk rang. He picked it up and heard the other party say: "Brother Guan, this is Jiang Hongbo."

"Brother Hongbo!" Guan Shengjie said: "You busy man, how do you have time to call me?"

Jiang Hongbo said: "Brother Guan, I'm calling to ask you about the naming of the literary competition by Jiangzhou Yugong liquor."

Guan Shengjie understood and said with a smile: "During this period, it's all negative news about Jiangzhou Yugong liquor; I can understand your worries. If you trust your brother, wait another ten or eight days; I will definitely give you a satisfactory result."

Jiang Hongbo said: "Brother, your words are too serious; how could I not trust you? It's just that the voices calling for the cancellation of Jiangzhou Yugong liquor's naming rights have been constant these past few days. I have no choice but to ask you, so I can give others an explanation."

Guan Shengjie said: "I understand your difficulties; don't say anything else. When we have time, we brothers will have a good drink."

"Alright!" Jiang Hongbo laughed: "Then I won't disturb you."

Guan Shengjie put down the phone and checked the time: "It's almost two o'clock; let's go, I'll treat you to a meal."

In Jiangzhou, at the Jinyu Seafood Restaurant, in a private room on the second floor, Pan Xing was holding a bottle of Moutai and pouring wine for Wei Chongwu.

"President Wei, this time your brother has really encountered difficulties, and the amount isn't large—10,000 will do."

Wei Chongwu had drunk quite a bit but was very clear-headed. Hearing Pan Xing's words, he just smiled slightly: "Boss Pan, your appetite is really not small—10,000 is a small amount?"

After pouring the wine, Pan Xing put the bottle aside and sat down: "President Wei, there is a secret that concerns the official hat on your head; do you want to know?"

"Oh?" Wei Chongwu raised his eyebrows. He took Pan Xing's words as a threat and was very unhappy, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Please tell me, Boss Pan, what secret it is. If it's really like what you said, don't say 10,000, even 100,000, I can lend it to you."

"10,000 is enough!" Pan Xing picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a small sip, "Hao Yongsheng used an antique to borrow 1.6 million from you, right?"

Wei Chongwu nodded. Many people knew about this; there was no need to hide it.

Pan Xing smiled: "I'm telling you, that antique is fake."

"What?" Wei Chongwu's expression changed drastically. He stood up abruptly, then sat back down, "Impossible, impossible, I had professional personnel appraise it; it's definitely not fake."

Pan Xing said: "That's a high-quality imitation, made by a person called Ghost Hand Zhang. This person is very famous in the antique circle in the capital. His methods of making fakes are perfect; there are no more than ten people in the country who can distinguish them."

Wei Chongwu's face was as pale as paper. He already believed 80 percent of Pan Xing's words. Because such things were easy to verify, Pan Xing had no need to lie to him.

Pan Xing continued: "If you don't believe me, go back and check now; the deposits Hao Yongsheng had in your bank have already been transferred."

Wei Chongwu got up and left. Returning to the bank, he had people check, and sure enough, he was hit by Pan Xing's words: Hao Yongsheng's more than 7 million in deposits at the Agricultural Bank had all been transferred away.

Wei Chongwu's heart sank to the bottom. He sat powerlessly in his office, leaning against the back of his chair, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, sitting motionless for more than an hour.

Seeing it was almost time to get off work, he suddenly grabbed the internal phone and called credit department director Wang Qibin over.

"The 1.6 million Hao Yongsheng borrowed from our bank, what account was it transferred into?"

"Forgot, I'll go check below." Wang Qibin walked away quickly and returned more than ten minutes later, "The account of Xianglong Liquor Industry Company; the boss is called Zhou Anbin."

Wei Chongwu said without hesitation: "The antique Hao Yongsheng mortgaged is fake; report it to the police immediately!"

Hao Yongsheng must have run away, but the money was transferred into the account of Xianglong Liquor Industry Company, so this debt must be borne by Zhou Anbin, the boss of Xianglong Liquor Industry Company. Because only if someone bears this debt would his responsibility not be so great.