Chapter 367

In the scorching summer, a piece of news makes people feel cold. A winery director surnamed Zhou gave scholarships and prizes to students who got into university, which is understandable.

But the scholarship amount was as high as 10,666, and besides Walkmans, there were pagers worth more than 6,000. Is this true scholarship or seeking fame, using the name of scholarship to achieve true profit?

First of all, we must peel away the phenomenon to see the essence. The 10,666 bonus was not paid out of the pocket

Setting aside whether these scholarships actually reached the students in full, what the prices of the purchased prizes were, and whether there were kickbacks, just the fact that such a huge sum of prize money is involved hides a considerable amount of deceptiveness.

This factory director surnamed Zhou can be said to be making a fortune without any capital, playing the empty-handed wolf. Using the country's money to earn a reputation, buy people's hearts, and borrow the appeal of scholarships to confuse the masses—what is his intention...

This kind of hypocrisy must be managed, and managed strictly; one must strike when it is time to strike. Regarding this factory director surnamed Zhou, I hope the relevant departments will attach importance to this and continue to dig deeper. We cannot wrong a good person, but we also cannot let off a sanctimonious bad person.

Only by clarifying the turbid and raising the clear, and sweeping away the filth, can we make enterprises clean and people's hearts honest...

The entire article was a sprawling ten thousand characters. Deng Zhangli sat in his office, holding the newspaper in his hand, his hand holding the cigarette trembling with anger. This was an attempt to destroy Zhou Andong completely; from now on, not to mention returning to the distillery as factory director, it would be impossible for him to even hold a position in other state-owned enterprises.

Moreover, this article was clearly setting a narrative. Once public opinion was stirred up, some people would definitely continue to take the opportunity to investigate and suppress Zhou Andong, forcing him to kneel down completely, with no hope of ever turning things around.

"Ding-ling..."

The phone on the desk suddenly rang, and Deng Zhangli reached out and grabbed it: "I am Deng Zhangli!"

Cheng Zhanjun's suppressed voice came through the receiver: "Old Deng, have you seen the front page of the Daily?"

Deng Zhangli took a deep breath: "I'm looking at it right now!"

Cheng Zhanjun said: "I feel that this time it's a bit dangerous; we must think of a foolproof way to respond."

Deng Zhangli said: "Zhou Andong will definitely go to the Dashang Hotel to see that Miss Wu. That kid is as cunning as a ghost, and since this concerns his own vital interests, let's see if he has any ideas."

Cheng Zhanjun said: "Alright, who did you send to the distillery?"

Deng Zhangli said: "Zuo Peiming."

"Then let's do that." Cheng Zhanjun said: "The time is almost up; we'll go to the Dashang Hotel now and talk when we get there."

Deng Zhangli hung up the phone, got up to walk out, but came back when he reached the door. He picked up the newspaper, folded it, and put it into his pocket.

"Good, good, this is what's called using one's own spear to pierce one's own shield. This article also has a lot of depth and is analyzed very well."

Qin Changzhi held the newspaper in his hand, and his hearty laughter made it clear that he was very happy.

"Using public opinion is Huaiyu's specialty. But we need to put in more effort; we must break Zhou Andong's knees, make him kneel on the ground, and never let him turn things around."

Qin Changzhi threw the newspaper aside, picked up the teacup in front of him, got up to pour a cup of boiled water, and then came to the window, just in time to see Cheng Zhanjun's figure leaving in a car, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curling into a smile.

"Bold Cheng, let's see what other tricks you have."

As soon as Zhou Andong entered the main entrance of the Dashang Hotel, Wu Huilin, who was sitting in the lobby lounge area, saw him: "Mr. Zhou!"

"Sorry for the delay!" Zhou Andong walked over quickly and reached out to shake hands with Wu Huilin, "You should know about what happened. I should have come to see you last night, but my parents at home were very worried, so I went home first to report that I was safe."

"Understood, understood!" Wu Huilin nodded and introduced someone to Zhou Andong, "Tang Bei, my secretary!"

"Mr. Zhou, hello!" Tang Bei shook hands with Zhou Andong.

Wu Huilin asked: "Didn't Mr. Gu come?"

"He has important things to do today and couldn't come." Zhou Andong sat down, "Let's wait a while; the city leaders should be here very soon."

After saying this, he looked up and saw the Qin Chi advertisement hanging at the cashier's counter, and then when he turned his head, there was actually an advertisement stuck on the elevator door as well.

"What was bound to come has come."

Zhou Andong shook his head slightly. When he took the car over in the morning, there were Qin Chi advertisements everywhere; even the urban-rural fringe areas were not spared, and they could be seen everywhere on the walls along the road.

Such advertising density was definitely not just in Jiangzhou; it must be the same in other cities in the three northeastern provinces. It was evident that that Factory Director Zhang had also invested heavily.

At this moment, Tang Bei, who had been paying attention to the entrance, said: "Leader Cheng and Leader Deng are here!"

Zhou Andong stood up and said with a wronged expression: "Leaders, I thought I would never see you again."

Cheng Zhanjun said with a smile: "Aren't you seeing us now? As long as you're not dead, it's fine."

Zhou Andong had been quite moved, but upon hearing "as long as you're not dead," his face immediately darkened.

Deng Zhangli laughed out loud, greeted Wu Huilin and Tang Bei first, and then said: "You kid are in big trouble, you don't know yet, do you?"

Zhou Andong said: "My trouble doesn't matter; the distillery's trouble is the big one."

"What trouble does the distillery have?"

Seeing that Zhou Andong didn't seem to be joking, Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli's hearts tightened. No matter where problems occurred, problems could not occur at the distillery.

Zhou Andong pursed his lips: "Did you see the Qin Chi liquor advertisement hanging in the hotel lobby?"

Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli were stunned and turned to look.

"A liquor advertisement, what's so strange about that?" Deng Zhangli was somewhat confused.

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Do you know who the factory director of Qin Chi Distillery is?"

Deng Zhangli shook his head: "You know?"

Zhou Andong nodded: "His name is Zhang Shenghui, a very, very formidable person. With him at the helm, Qin Chi will become a great enemy of Jiangzhou Distillery. Now Qin Chi is entering the Northeast on a large scale, and the density of their advertisements is quite high. It is clear that Zhang Shenghui is determined to win the Northeast market.

I dare to assert that in less than a year, not only Jiang Xiaobai, but even the market for Yugong Liquor will be compressed. If they can keep half the market, it will be considered a testament to the ability of that newly appointed factory director."

The expressions of Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli changed instantly. If it were in other fields, they might not believe Zhou Andong's words, but in business, especially the white liquor market, they believed Zhou Andong's words without doubt.

"Then what should we do?" Cheng Zhanjun frowned tightly.

Zhou Andong shrugged: "There's no way. Besides, I am no longer the factory director of Jiangzhou Distillery; I am not in that position, so I don't seek to govern its affairs."

That Factory Director Zhang, in just three years, grew a small workshop into a group company. Although he later made a fatal mistake he shouldn't have made, you cannot deny that he was truly awesome.

Cheng Zhanjun and Deng Zhangli were so angry they gritted their teeth, but they had nothing to say.

"Look at this newspaper!" Deng Zhangli took the newspaper out of his pocket and placed it in front of Zhou Andong.