The perfect future of rebirth

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The power of power is undoubtedly daunting, especially power without any supervision.

Although there is a discipline inspection committee, the discipline inspection committee itself is also a member of the bureaucracy. This kind of supervision is still limited after all.

As for asking the people to monitor the officials, it is even more ridiculous, or to be more precise, this is a joke in itself.

Ordinary people can indeed find some problems, but the question is, who should they tell?

It's not a joke to have two official words. It's not unheard of for a letter of report to be sent to the person who has been reported.

Bottom-up regulation, without the support of the top, is itself a joke.

And the highest level, even in the next decade or so, probably won't care about such a trivial matter.

Bangzi likes to put the country and the people side by side, but Bangzi himself has to admit that the so-called power of the country comes from the people, and the people enjoy the power of the state. If there is no corresponding channel for the implementation of power, it is nothing more than self-indulgence.

People always like to use their own cognition to judge some things, and when the reality exceeds their cognition, the biggest fantasy is just the so-called sublimation based on what they have.

It's as if the emperor's life that the tenants can imagine is nothing more than a golden pole, this is the level that they can reach.Wisdom can indeed make up for many things, but if the level difference is too far, it is helpless.

Just like now, no matter Zhou Wei, Zhang Qian, or Zhao's father Chen Hai, they can't imagine what kind of method Zhao Fusheng will use to solve the current problem.

Because their thinking is different from Zhao Fusheng after all.

Or to be more precise, the limitations of the times prevented them from realizing that sometimes even just one report, one piece of news, or a few words of gossip could change a person's fate.

"Son, it really doesn't work. Shall I find someone for you?" Dad Zhao said to Zhao Fusheng after Chen Hai left the office.

In his opinion, after all, this is the first time that Zhao Fusheng has worked independently under Zheng Yao, and if troubles arise, it is not easy to explain to Zheng Yao.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, and shook his head lightly: "It's okay, Dad, you don't have to worry, Mr. Zheng said, she has already made arrangements, just let me find out where that Zhou Wei came from."

Father Zhao frowned: "Arranged?"

He was clearly puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, after all, he was his father, and he had to tell him something: "That's right, Mr. Zheng has a few friends from the media, and he can come to Ninghai today and tomorrow..."

"reporter?"

Zhao's father's face immediately changed. The word reporter in this era is not the same as that of ten years later.

Ten years later, journalists and prostitutes are actually the same. As long as they are paid, they can choose to sell their integrity, and there is no lower limit, and they don't care about the truth at all.

It also makes people lose trust in the news. After all, after reading too much fake news, they naturally have doubts about the real news.

But now, in the eyes of ordinary people, journalists represent the truth and justice.

So after Zhao Fusheng's words, Dad Zhao was stunned. He didn't expect Zheng Yao's handwriting to be so big, and he even pulled a group of reporters over.

After hesitating for a while, Dad Zhao asked in a low voice, "Where are these reporters?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "There are provincial TV stations, daily newspapers, and provincial radio stations..."

It was Zheng Yao who sent him a text message in return. Qiu Ming and others will come over in the next two days, and the phone number has also been sent.

"This……"

Dad Zhao was speechless at the time. In his opinion, Zheng Yao made it clear that he wanted to kill Zhou Wei.

"Don't talk about the success, don't complain about the success, and don't blame the past." Zhao Fusheng looked at his father and said slowly: "Dad, the matter has reached this point, it is impossible to stop, no matter whether there is someone behind Zhou Wei, Mr. Zheng means, This time, we must let some people know that in the future of our advertising business, no one is allowed to do it secretly."

Dad Zhao didn't say a word for a long time, sitting there frowning, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhao Fusheng smiled softly, he felt that his father should understand what he meant.

After a while, Dad Zhao raised his head and said to Zhao Fusheng: "You go back first, I'll help you find out about Zhou Wei."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and left his father's office.

When he went downstairs, he came to the video game city. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhang Qian and his four comrades, staying there as if they were facing a big enemy. Seeing someone coming in, Zhang Qian stood up abruptly, seeing that it was Zhao Fusheng, Only then did he wave his hand, and several companions who were obviously on guard behind him sat down one after another.

"What are you doing, waiting for a fight?" Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng asked Zhang Qian with a smile.

Zhang Qian didn't say a word, but Qian Dongliu beside him said, "Mr. Chen came to inform us just now..."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. With him here, Chen Hai would definitely tell them the news. After all, Chen Hai is not a fool, he can still distinguish between his own people and outsiders.

Chapter 429 Forbearance is the best?

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhang Qian, then at Qian Dongliu and the others, and frowned: "What are you going to do?"

He could tell that this group of people was almost waiting for someone arranged by Zhou Wei to come to their door.

Falling into the hands of a group of retired special forces, Zhao Fusheng actually felt a little sympathetic to those hooligans now.

"Well, the machine is all installed now, if someone smashes it, it will be a big loss." Zhang Qian said to Zhao Fusheng: "I was thinking, if someone comes to make trouble, at worst I will do it, turn around and squat for a few days. Out."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, he was really speechless.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng looked at Qian Dongliu and the others: "You think so too?"

Qian Dongliu and the others looked at each other and nodded: "If Zhang Qian goes in, if there are still people making trouble, then take turns."

Patting himself on the head, Zhao Fusheng said speechlessly: "Then what if people keep coming?"

"Come on all the time?"

Several people looked at each other, and after a while, Zhang Qian said in a deep voice: "If you keep coming, then I will be ruthless, at worst, go in and squat for a few years, and you help me take care of my brothers and sisters in the orphanage."

Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to praise him anymore, this guy looked like he was going to die generously without hesitation, what was missing was the music of "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone".

"What kind of ruthless hands are you doing? Putting yourself in for such a group of scumbags, are you out of your mind?" Zhao Fusheng glared at Zhang Qian angrily.

Zhang Qian was startled, and before he could speak, Zhao Fusheng continued: "No matter who makes trouble, let them smash it at will. Anyway, the most important thing about our game console is the game motherboard, not the monitor screen."

While talking, Zhao Fusheng blinked his eyes: "Don't worry, no matter how much they smashed, they will have to pay us back when the time comes."

Several people were all dumbfounded. According to what Zhao Fusheng said, wouldn't they be treated like turtles and endure this matter?

"Fusheng, this..." Zhang Qian hesitated, and opened his mouth to Zhao Fusheng, wanting to say something.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng didn't give him a chance at all, he waved his hand and said: "You don't need to tell me why, I only have one sentence, you must listen to my arrangement on this matter."

Zhang Qian looked at Zhao Fusheng sullenly, and sighed dejectedly, obviously, he was not convinced.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, and knew that for Zhang Qian, bowing his head to a group of gangsters was undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing.But in Zhao Fusheng's view, if a matter is reduced to the point of using violence to solve the problem, it means that the handler of this matter has failed very much.

But since doing business seriously, there must be a limit. Controlling violence with violence, as Zhang Qian thinks, is not the right way after all.