Xiao He was in high spirits the next day.
The prop master, who had stayed up all night repairing props, looked as if all his energy had been drained away. He sat blankly in his seat, holding the newly repaired mechanical arm.
Xiao He glanced at it as he passed by, then clicked his tongue a few times, showing a great deal of empathy for the other person.
Asking a prop master to study this thing is really asking too much of a question.
This is not something ordinary people can study; learning too much of it can easily kill your brain cells.
Xiao He shook his head inwardly, just as he saw Pu Rong walk past him. He immediately went up and put his arm around Pu Rong's shoulder, leading him outside: "Come on, let's go outside and talk. I have something I want to ask you."
Upon hearing Xiao He's words, Pu Rong followed him outside, asking, "Hmm? What's wrong?"
"You mean Professor Songzhe's robotic arm? Do you know where it came from? Do you have the company's contact information?"
"Huh? Why did this question suddenly come to mind?"
"Oh, I'm just asking, so just tell me if you know or not—"
...
Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Zhou Junhao, who had just finished his work, was summoned home by a phone call from his sister.
My brother-in-law was home today too, and his expression was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Zhou Junxue smiled and put down the dishes she had just prepared, then patted Yan Zhengbai on the shoulder: "Hey, don't be so stiff. He helped your police so much by digging up information on his own, and you're still glaring at him like that, what kind of behavior is that!"
"He relied on himself?"
Yan Zhengbai gave a half-smile, "I don't think so."
Zhou Junhao buried his head in his white rice, pretending not to hear.
Most of the information handed over to the police this time came from Xiao He, and a small part came from Tong Junhui. The former was definitely not in a position to disclose information to the police, and the latter did not want to be in the limelight again because of many things that had happened before. So, after all the twists and turns, only Zhou Junhao took the blame for everything.
Fortunately, Zhou Junhao had status and background, so he wasn't repeatedly summoned for tea.
That is precisely why Yan Zhengbai is so suspicious of him.
How could he not know what kind of situation his brother-in-law was?
Yan Zhengbai squinted at the guy frantically shoveling rice into his mouth, and sneered inwardly.
Oh, you have a little secret.
"Sigh, I don't think any of this is important at all."
Zhou Junxue sat down with her meal in hand and said, "I have read Xiao Hao's report. It is very detailed. It raises issues such as the chaos on the Internet, distorted aesthetics, and people's mindless pursuit of trends. It also points out the gray industry chain of fraud, loan, and sales by many online celebrity agencies. These are all issues that deserve our attention now and serve as a good warning to everyone."
“Originally, Xiao Hao’s undercover filming, revealing the contract, and illegally digging into the company’s privacy and trade secrets were already gray areas in many cases. If you really pursue his problems, he could spend a few days in your police station.”
Some things can only operate outside the rules—after all, how can you know if others have broken the rules, and how they have broken them, if you don't step outside the rules? Someone always has to delve into it and risk uncovering more of the truth.
And they can't really use rigid rules to counterbalance those who are willing to work for the people.
Yan Zhengbai naturally understood Zhou Junxue's meaning. If they insisted on investigating Zhou Junhao's backers, they might implicate Zhou Junhao as well.
In the end, they will be the ones who suffer the most.
Sometimes it's good to play dumb.
But this made him frown even more: "I'm just worried that he'll get involved in even greater danger."
Currently, the only people they can arrest are those in China, and the only one they need to investigate is Rongding Media. But in such a large influencer industry, how many Rongding Media companies are there?
Nobody knows.
If Zhou Junhao reports these news stories and blows this up, it will affect the interests of many people.
Some people will do really crazy things for money.
Yan Zhengbai felt this was not a good thing.
If Zhou Junhao continues to investigate with his unknown "helper," his life may be in danger.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself!"
Zhou Junhao quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Brother-in-law, isn't your friend a teacher at a martial arts school? I'm planning to ask him to let me take a class and learn some self-defense techniques! Don't worry! I've learned my lesson now, and if I really encounter danger in the future, I'll ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) definitely run faster than anyone else!"
Yan Zhengbai frowned and pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll have a good talk with Song Zhe and ask him to give you some extra training."
“You’ll be staying with us for the next few days, and starting tomorrow you’ll be going for a morning run with me.”
"Okay! I guarantee there won't be any problems!"
Zhou Junhao waved and saluted, then his phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was a call from one of his "helpers." He glanced at Yan Zhengbai guiltily, then ran aside to answer the phone.
Yan Zhengbai sneered and remained silent, when his own phone rang.
Zhou Junxue was speechless: "Go pick it up on the other side! You two are all very busy people!"
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"Hello?"
"You've gone back to Shanghai too?"
"What? You want to work for me?"
Zhou Junhao glanced in the direction of the restaurant, covered his mouth, and lowered his voice: "Brother Tong, my goodness, this is such a huge leap! Besides, you don't have a press card! You have no relevant experience either, how are you going to be a reporter with me?"
"What? You took the exam before?"
Zhou Junhao vaguely remembered that this person was also a hardcore gamer a few years ago.
Wow, Xiao Ge's senior brothers are all incredibly shrewd; no wonder they're all movie stars...
"Alright then... come find me first—"
Zhou Junhao hung up the phone, feeling a little dizzy, and returned to the living room. He ate a few bites of food, said goodbye to Zhou Junxue, and prepared to go out.
Zhou Junxue frowned slightly as she looked at the remaining food: "What's the rush? Can't you finish eating before you leave?"
"A friend came over and asked for my help. I have to go see him. Sis, I have to go now!"
Zhou Junhao waved and hurriedly opened the door to leave.
"This guy—"
As Zhou Junxue was muttering to herself, Yan Zhengbai, who had just finished a phone call on the other end, also came back.
Seeing him carrying his coat, Zhou Junxue immediately realized that her husband was also getting ready to go out: "You have something to do too?"
Yan Zhengbai nodded: "Song Zhe just called and talked about the prosthetic limb we gave him before. He said that an entertainment company wants to cooperate with Fusheng Technology for promotion and hopes that I can help make the connection."
Zhou Junxue was surprised: "An entertainment company actually wants to help with publicity?"
Although the prosthetic limb industry currently enjoys policy support and has a promising future, its small audience, concentrated brands, and media focus on technology, academics, and labor unions have resulted in relatively low public awareness and overall brand recognition, despite Fusheng Technology's extensive collaborations with government agencies, joint research with several university professors on cutting-edge technologies, and numerous achievements.
Actually, this isn't really a problem. After all, the industry is only so big, and it's enough to spread your reputation within the industry.
But who could refuse an opportunity to further enhance their company's reputation and expand its reach?
Moreover, if public welfare and benefiting the people are properly coordinated, it can also be considered part of his political achievements.
After confirming that Song Zhe was not joking, Yan Zhengbai immediately decided to go and ask about the situation.
So he could only apologize to Zhou Junxue and say, "Sorry, I have to go now."
"fine."
Zhou Junxue straightened his collar and smiled helplessly: "Go ahead, be careful."
"Um."
After the two of them left in a hurry, Zhou Junxue looked at the leftover food in front of her and sighed, "They are all such busy people!"
