freenovelworld Chapter 235 Buying Horse Bones with Gold
Chapter 235 Buying Horse Bones with Gold
Chapter 235 Buying Horse Bones with a Thousand Pieces of Gold
"Aaaaaaah!"
After a series of unintelligible battle cries, Dong Ping stopped her unconscious limb movements, her face still showing traces of fanaticism, making her look like some kind of indescribable fanatic.
Gazing at the dolls burning in the fire, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction and shouted, "Stix's oppression of us will be burned to ashes, just like these dolls!"
She waved her arms a couple of times, feeling a dull ache, and cursed under her breath:
"It's all that old man's fault from the other day. Although he didn't touch me, he definitely had harassing intentions. Not only did he deny it, but he also hit me with a bottle. It's really hateful."
"Eighty-year-old Deng's offensive power is still too high. It's still easier to make money from children. As long as I shout loud enough, even if they don't admit it, their parents will apologize immediately."
She thought to herself that after the parade was over, she would find a few kids to play with gold coins.
The next second, a loud shout suddenly came from behind: "You monster, take this punch!"
Dong Ping turned around and saw a fist growing larger and larger in her eyes, seemingly slow but actually fast, hitting her face.
The immense impact ripped her face open, and blood streamed uncontrollably from her nose.
A sharp, explosive sound came from her mouth, but in return, she received a heavy kick from the newcomer.
The kick landed squarely on her abdomen, and she felt her stomach churning as her body was sent flying several meters.
"Who? Who is it?!"
Dong Ping clutched her stomach and was helped up by several protesters. Her face was covered in bruises, and her narrow, squinting eyes revealed resentment.
She noticed the only oddball on the field and concluded that the man was the culprit.
"What? There's a man here? Are you all just sitting around doing nothing? Stop him right now!"
Seeing this, Dong Ping found herself in a difficult situation.
She was unwilling to back down, but if she didn't, she was afraid of being beaten.
Her internal organs were aching, and in desperation, she resorted to her usual trick.
"Quick, take a picture of him!"
Zhang Ye stared at the crazed guy, his hands itching with desire to deliver another punch.
He had served in the Hongtu Life Engineering Group and hadn't forgotten the martial arts skills he had honed. Although he had handed over his prosthetic body after retiring, dealing with her was still no problem.
Ignoring the cell phones held up by the protesters, he thought of the samurai duels popular in Sakurajima and felt that he should become a samurai for once.
Just as Zhang Ye was about to step forward, a muffled gunshot rang out, drowning out all other sounds.
Since the invention of firearms, the sound of gunfire has gradually evolved into a symbol, representing danger, killing, and death.
Even now, people's first reaction to hearing it is horror and panic, and Zhang Ye, a veteran of the company, instinctively drew his gun.
He reached for nothing, then realized that he had long since retired and had turned in his firearms.
Two more gunshots rang out, and following the direction of the sound, he saw a squad of fully armed soldiers rapidly pouring out of the entrance to Stix's headquarters building.
The leader looked vaguely familiar to Zhang Ye, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
Zhang Cheng, who had been promoted to head of the security department, cleared his throat and spoke in a loud, gruff voice: "Your actions are disrupting the company's normal operations and threatening the lives of our employees. This is no longer an ordinary protest; it's a disturbance. We must take strong measures!"
He waved his hand and said coldly, "Security Team One, move out."
Soldiers in radiation suits silently stepped forward, raised their Styx-style firearms, used prosthetic eyes to aim, and pulled the triggers directly at the most conspicuous people who were presumably the leaders of the march.
A green ray flashed briefly at the muzzle of the gun, hitting the target precisely.
Before the crowd could react, they heard several sharp screams. Looking in the direction of the sound, they were immediately filled with dread.
Those who were hit by the green ray only had time to scream before they melted into a pool of green water.
"The company dog has gone mad, run!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and the assembled marchers scattered like birds and beasts, running away from the Stikes Building.
Zhang Cheng remained expressionless, then made another gesture, and the security forces around him rushed out like wild horses, wielding batons.
They were given instructions from above to expel every single hostile element who was interfering with the company's operations from the company's territory.
This was Stix Security's first operation. Some newcomers were excited, while veterans who had been mercenaries or had served in the company were much calmer.
Almost every company that has survived to this day has experienced something like this, and their responses are remarkably consistent.
They take strong measures in real life and guide public opinion online... Despite all this, such things have never been truly eradicated.
Besides spontaneous mass organizations, companies occasionally use them as weapons to attack their rivals.
The parade had ended, and Zhang Ye stood blankly on the road, staring at Zhang Cheng's face. The more he looked, the more familiar he seemed, and finally he remembered who he was.
This was his comrade-in-arms when he served in Hongtu. The two had a fairly good relationship, but lost contact after he retired.
Zhang Cheng noticed him too, walked over, and tentatively asked, "Are you... Old Zhang?"
"Zhang Cheng?" Zhang Ye nodded. "Didn't you go to the European military industry? How come you're working for Stix?"
"Don't even mention it. The atmosphere in the European military industry was terrible. I didn't stay long before coming back. I've been moving around a lot ever since, and I only recently found a job at Styx."
Zhang Cheng gently patted his shoulder and chuckled, "And you?"
Zhang Ye told him about his experience, and concluded by saying, "Wyland will probably fire me. This trip has really been a complete loss."
"I see." Zhang Cheng sighed, seemingly sympathizing with his plight.
The flames on the dolls have been extinguished, and several soldiers are disassembling their chips one by one.
After the inspection, one of them collected the chips, walked over to Zhang Cheng, and said, "Minister, these chips are not severely damaged, and the data within them may be recoverable."
Zhang Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed, "Can the data really be restored?"
"Perhaps, it depends on what the R&D department says. However, since this was an accident, the company should repair or replace it for free."
At this point, Zhang Cheng put his arm around his shoulder and said mysteriously, "Old Zhang, are you interested in joining our company?"
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"...If possible, of course I would like to." Zhang Ye's tone was slightly hurried. He was definitely unemployed this time, and if Stix was willing to recruit him, it would definitely be a good thing.
Of course, because of Stix's products, he also had a good impression of the company.
"To be honest, our CEO does have a job he wants you to do."
Zhang Cheng smiled mysteriously. "Would you be interested in joining our Public Opinion Department and serving as the first president of the Doll Protection Association?"
"A doll protection association?" Zhang Ye made a connection and asked, "Could it be something like a small-scale animal protection organization?"
Something like plant protection?
"That's about right. Anyway, you can discuss the details with our CEO." After saying that, Zhang Cheng led him into the company building.
Public Opinion and Propaganda Department, Minister's Office.
The prophet, with his legs crossed, smiled as he looked at the two people who entered through the door and introduced himself: "I am the head of the Public Opinion Department, and also one of the company's executives. You can just call me the prophet. Please have a seat."
Zhang Cheng nodded to her and sat respectfully on the sofa beside her.
Seeing this, Zhang Ye felt something was off.
Logically speaking, since both of them are ministers, they should be of equal rank. So why is Zhang Cheng so reserved towards that girl?
Furthermore, why does the head of the propaganda department also serve as the executive officer?
As soon as Zhang Ye sat down, he heard the girl say, "Zhang Ye, right? Interested in joining our propaganda department?"
The prophet looked somewhat sleep-deprived, and her voice was gentle, in contrast to the sharp and rude voices of the marchers.
Clearly, the girl in front of me is more likely to be liked.
"Why me?" Zhang Ye asked.
"Have you heard of the saying 'spend a fortune to buy a horse's bones'?" the prophet said.
"Your experience is well-suited for promotional purposes, potentially increasing customer trust in the company, and... it could also be used to counter attacks from other companies."
"Similar to White Eagle's approach?" Zhang Ye suddenly realized.
Previously, he worked at Weyland-Yutani Corporation and was quite familiar with this kind of practice, since Weyland's territory was in the White Eagles.
Using poison to fight poison, or driving a tiger to devour a wolf, such practices are often accompanied by high risks and may give rise to a malignant tumor that even the company cannot control.
"It seems you have relevant experience. Indeed, as you thought, the company intends to adopt that approach."
The prophet readily admitted it.
"The vast majority of people in the world are silent, and unfortunately, according to the company's research, most of the company's loyal customers are in this silent group."
Most people who buy Stix products are silent observers who only watch from the sidelines, never making any comments, and at most clicking "down" or "report".
"In order to give them a voice and to improve the company's control over public opinion, we have to do this, even if it may be a double-edged sword."
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