The Richest Man in the DC World

Crisis PR is urgent.

As soon as the meeting was over, Luke set about arranging relevant personnel. Unfortunately, the company really did not have the talent in this area, and his subordinates were not good enough. The boss had to play in person. A statement of nearly 1,000 words was published on the official website. Beautiful, but very logical.

The first half explains what happened, with apology and reflection left in the middle, just a few lines past, then future planning and remedial measures to prevent such incidents from happening again.

The content is very substantial. At first glance, it is full of sincerity. After reading it several times, you can find four words: avoid the important and the light.

These four words are also the essence.

What is Crisis PR?

To put it bluntly, it is to dye the black into gray, and smear the gray so that you can't see it. If you keep smearing black, for fear that others will not know what bad things you have done, it is not called crisis public relations, it is called public relations crisis.

After the statement was released, many ShowMe users spontaneously reprinted it on the Internet through various channels, and there was a faint trend of running water. After learning the news, the whole company was boiling, and the morale of the employees soared.

It is actually a very happy thing to be recognized by the public for what you have worked hard to achieve.

With the escort of users, the crisis of public opinion is slightly alleviated.

Luke can finally find time to deal with the FBI.

...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, FBI agents headed by Roger Conseus arrived at ShowMe headquarters on time.

"Hello, see you again."

"Yeah, we met again. It's been less than a week since we last met, and something happened to your company again. Last time it was a superhuman, this time it was a terrorist. I don't know what it will become in the future."

Lukepi said without a smile,

"Mr. Conseus is really joking, ShowMe is a legitimate company and its employees are law-abiding citizens and will never do anything illegal."

"Employees are law-abiding citizens, but not necessarily the boss."

Roger Conseus seemed to have something to say, and took a few steps forward and said, "No matter what your background is or what you have in mind, I will definitely check it out this time, don't try to get away with it."

When the words were over, he walked to the conference room first, followed by Emily, who did not lift his eyelids when passing by Luke, as if the two had never met.

woman! It's all eels!

"Boss, we seem to be targeted by the FBI." Charlie said worriedly.

"It's not the FBI, it's being targeted by Roger Conseus."

"We didn't do anything bad, why is that guy pestering us."

"You should ask the old man about this."

Charlie was startled, "You mean he knows about our relationship with Hongmen."

Luke looked up at the sky, his eyes full of the pain of caring for the mentally handicapped, "Do you think the FBI are all idiots? How could they have no information on the existence of the old man, not only him, but all the files of the senior officials of Hongmen and their families are in the FBI. registered."

"What about me? They also have my information?"

Luke really doesn't want to answer this stupid question,

"What's going on over there in Chinatown?"

"I just sent a text message, and the person has already been settled, but Hall Master Qi said that if you ask him for help next time, you have to go in person." After a while, Charlie suggested in a low voice, "I think you should visit sometime. Hall Master Qi, after all, Metropolis is his jurisdiction, so he can't keep hiding."

"Going to you."

Luke snorted coldly, sorted out his suit, and strode to the conference room.

Cindy and the others had already done their preparations, and Luke didn't say much nonsense. He went straight to the computer and put a photo of a youth with obvious Middle Eastern characteristics on the big screen.

"Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sharin, the owner of the social account [Black Metal], an Arab-American,

Now 25 years old, he registered a ShowMe account a month ago, and then posted a total of 23 messages including text, pictures, and videos, most of which were related to food. By the way, I forgot to mention that his job is a chef. "

"Due to the confidentiality agreement, I can't disclose more information here. If you want to know more, you can contact him personally. Of course, if you need technical assistance, I can send staff to help, free of charge."

"I'm done, Mr. Conseus, what more do you want?"

Roger Conseius laughed, with undisguised sarcasm on his hard face,

"This is what you call...help? A picture! Dozens of useless messages! Luke Shaw, I remind you that Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sharin is from the Middle East, You are a member of a polar terrorist organization who came to participate in the torture and murder of women. Do you know what your actions just now mean?

You are shielding him, covering him, the purpose is to keep your company from being implicated, I know people like you too well, you can't do anything for money! "

As soon as a sentence fell, the expressions of the ShowMe employees present changed immediately. In the United States, there is one thing that must not be touched, and that is terrorism. Once you are put on this hat, you will never want to turn around.

Cindy stood up immediately,

"Sir, please pay attention to the wording, ShowMe will never be a tool to spread terrorism or cover up any criminals."

Roger Conseius ignored him, just looked at Luke,

"If you don't want to be an accomplice, give me the information of him and his family and friends. This is an order."

Luke raised his brows slightly and said solemnly,

"I'm sorry, Mr. Conseus, the company doesn't have the information you want, and even if it did, I wouldn't give it to you, Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman al-Sarin is just a suspect, and There is no evidence that he was involved in criminal activities, and until the actual crime is determined, he is protected by the Constitution and you have no right to deprive him of his personal rights."

Roger sneered, "You have a good eloquence. You can apply to be his defense attorney, and he will definitely not object."

After being provoked many times, Luke's temper also came up,

"Sorry, I don't have that interest and I don't have the time."

"One more thing I want to remind you, the place where Ibn posted the information the first 23 times was in Brooklyn, using the same computer, but this morning's video was posted in Gotham, using a different computer, which includes There is no doubt, don't wrong the good people, and don't miss the bad people."

After a pause, he sneered,

"Although you do it often."

puff!

Charlie almost laughed, Rowan and Cindy also smiled, secretly saying: The boss is the boss, and they dare to mock them in front of the FBI, and they are not afraid of the other party's anger.

Luke gestured to Charlie, who took out the USB stick and put it on the table.

"The information is all there. This is all that ShowMe can provide. If you feel that it is not enough, please show the authorization document from the White House, and we will provide corresponding help according to the content of the document."

"If you have nothing to do, come here today, Charlie, see off!"

Charlie got up and opened the conference room door.

Roger took a deep look at Luke, got up and left, and when he reached the door, he turned around and said,

"Luke Xiao, don't think you can do whatever you want, this is the metropolis, not the seaside city, I will definitely investigate this matter, I will not wrong the good people, and I will not let the bad people go, no matter what the identity of the bad person is The origin, will not let go!"

After a harsh word, the atmosphere immediately became tense, Luke gritted his teeth, said nothing, and waved the employees to go back to work.

...

After leaving ShowMe, Roger Conseus went straight to Iben's residence in Brooklyn, but no one was found there. He learned from the neighbors: two hours ago, Iben left with a few strangers wearing sunglasses. .

Hearing this news, Roger kicked on the wall, muttering in his mouth, cursing things he couldn't listen to.

Emily opened her mouth several times, but in the end she chose to remain silent. Just now, she received a text message from Luke, asking her to go to the bar to talk about something. She was going to talk about the text message. never mind.

At 6 p.m., as soon as work was over, Emily drove to Brooklyn and stopped at a bar called the Red Devil.

Since it was not evening, there were not many people in the bar, and Emily saw the young people next to the bar at a glance.

Today's Luke is different from before. Instead of a suit, he wears casual clothes, white sneakers, dark slacks, a purple shirt, a silver Vacheron Constantin watch in his left hand, and a gold Bulgari ring in his right hand. The whole person is handsome, fashionable and luxurious, which is not commensurate with the dilapidated bar.

Seeing Emily, Luke greeted him with a smile,

"Sweetheart, thank you for not letting me drink here for two hours."

"Don't call me sweetheart, your sweetheart is Ivan Donald, not me."

After saying this, Emily immediately regretted it, glared at him angrily, sat down in an empty chair, and said angrily,

"looking for me?"

"There are public affairs and private affairs, which one to talk about first?"

"Private business!"

"I miss you, I want to meet and chat with you."

"Let's talk about business!"

Luke sighed in disappointment, took a picture from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sarin, you should have forgotten it!"

Emily was startled and said in horror, "You..."

Luke said calmly, "Yes, I let him take him away."

Emily stood up immediately and roared in a low voice,

"What the hell are you doing, you know it's illegal to do this?"

"I have to do it."

Luke looked directly into the other's eyes and said word by word, "I don't believe in Roger Conseus, you know better than me what that guy's virtues are, if he gets Iben, he might do something terrible, The entire FBI, I only trust you, and only you can find out the truth."

Emily's expression was extremely complicated. She didn't know what to say for a while. Something was swaying in her heart. It took a while to calm down. She sighed helplessly and said,

"Where is the man?"

"follow me."

The two left the back door of the bar one after the other, bypassed the dark and damp street, and came to a dilapidated building.

"When you get there, don't open your mouth, just do as I say."

Pushing open the heavy basement iron door, the two came to a dimly lit room.

Ibn Abul Sanji Rahman Sarin was here, waiting anxiously.