Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 638 No matter how many ways you come, I will only go one way!

Chen Mo continued to flip through the pages, and what remained were detailed files of the relevant personnel.

All those who were selected by Chen Tong for this list are patients with terminal illnesses or their family members.

Chen Mo's fingertips paused on the red text, and his brows slightly frowned: "What are these red marks...?"

Chen Tong replied in a low voice: "It means... these people have passed away."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Chen Mo looked at the red part that accounted for more than half of the total area, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Continue."

Chen Tong was just about to continue his report.

The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated.

Chen Mo picked it up casually and glanced across the screen——

The next second, his expression suddenly froze.

"What was the name of the place where Wei Zexi received medical treatment?" His voice suddenly became cold.

Chen Tong was stunned and quickly replied: "XXXX"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Mo had already stared at the phone again, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

His expression changed several times in just a few seconds - first shock, then anger, then deep regret, and finally to an almost terrifying calmness.

He slowly turned his chair, turned his back to Chen Tong, and looked out the window at the dark night sky.

Chen Tong vaguely caught a glimpse of the news headline on the mobile phone screen on the table, ". Committed murder, jumped off the building to commit suicide out of fear of punishment."

Thinking of the location his boss had just asked about, his heart sank.

Could it be...?
"Put aside other matters." Chen Mo's voice suddenly sounded, cold and hard as iron, "Confirm the identity of the person in this news immediately."

"I understand!" Chen Tong quickly stepped forward, read the news headline clearly, turned around and quickly left the office, and made several phone calls in a row.

A few minutes later, Chen Mo stood up suddenly after hearing the answer.

"Who did you say jumped off the building?"

The dead person was not Wei Zexi.

But it was a young man named Liu Jian, who was healthy.

This result made Chen Mo stunned.

Chen Tong showed a trace of sadness and whispered: "Liu Jian's experience is very similar to Wei Zexi's, but his family situation is more difficult.

He lost his mother at a young age and his father never remarried, so the father and son depended on each other for survival.

The latest news is that his father learned that his son was in trouble and jumped into the river. He could not be saved."

The office fell into dead silence.

Suddenly, with a crisp "slap" sound, Chen Mo slapped himself hard.

Walking to the sink next door, Chen Mo rubbed his face vigorously with cold water.

He felt ashamed of his momentary relief - he was relieved that it wasn't Wei Zexi? Whose life was not life? Behind every name in the information was a living person!

At this moment, he made up his mind to do his best to kill the other party.

This war of public opinion has now reached a comprehensive level of confrontation, and the opponent is not just one company fighting but a "companies alliance" whose scale is not inferior to that of the other side.
Oh, what great courage!
"Chen Tong, do you think money is so important?"

This sudden question left Chen Tong stunned. He was still frightened by the slap in the face from his boss just now.

Chen Tong thought about this question and didn’t know how to answer it.

"In addition to the promotion of the 10 billion public treatment fund after it goes online, I will assign you a new task." Chen Mo's voice was calm and firm, "Putian System hiding in the shadows under the sun.

And the people on the list, especially Liu Jian, please report his deeds to me so that the public can know what kind of person he is.

The way to use troops is to attack the heart first, and then attack the city. I want to see the fire of karma spread all over the prairie!"

"But boss, we are now the target of public criticism. If we do this, the entire group will be in trouble."

Halfway through his words, Chen Tong fell silent the moment he met Chen Mo's eyes.

"Understood, I promise to complete the task!"

When the office returned to silence, Chen Mo opened Weibo.

Emotions surged like a tide, he typed a long paragraph, deleted it, wrote again, and deleted again. Finally, the cursor flickered lonely in the input box, leaving only a short line of text.

He knew that Chen Tong's concerns were correct, and the wisest thing to do at this moment was to remain silent like his English name "Silence".

At the center of the storm, any voice will be misinterpreted and amplified by people with ulterior motives and become ammunition for the enemy to attack.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is now the public enemy of the entire Internet industry.

Once this Weibo post is released, it will definitely cause an uproar.

But so what?

He, Chen Mo, never bothers to play a game where the wind is in his favor!

The slender fingers hovered over the send key, and finally dropped it heavily.

Twelve hours ago, in front of the outpatient building of a tertiary hospital
Wei Zexi squeezed in the crowd and witnessed the sudden incident.

A complicated expression appeared on his pale face - he didn't expect that he was a step too late and was beaten to it by another patient.

The voices of the people around him kept coming into his ears. When he learned the whole story, an unprecedented admiration surged in his chest, even temporarily overcoming the pain in his body. He had originally planned to do only one thing, but the patient he had never met completed a feat for him that he had never dared to think of.

Looking at the scene where everyone was on high alert, Wei Zexi understood that the situation would definitely get more tense recently.

But it doesn't matter. He will keep a close eye on developments, and if the final result is not satisfactory, he doesn't mind taking over the baton.

This thought suddenly made him feel a little ironic - his originally firm desire to die had faded a little at this moment, because with the path paved by his predecessors, he wanted to live a more meaningful life.

"Jumping off a building is too undignified." He muttered to himself, "I have to think of a more appropriate way."

Since he had no plans to end his life for the time being, he remembered that there was one more thing he had to deal with.

The time setting of the small program prepared for the mother must be adjusted as soon as possible, so as to prevent the old lady from suffering the pain of losing her child in advance, which would be a mistake.

Arriving at the Internet cafe, Wei Zexi sat in his usual corner seat, his fingers tapping briskly on the keyboard.

The modification is very simple, just postpone the preset time by seven days.

“I don’t know if this is how the seventh day is calculated,” he thought with a wry smile, “but we are all fellow patients, so I guess we won’t argue.”

The torture of late-stage cancer mainly comes from two aspects: endless cancer pain, and lingering low-grade fever - medically known as "cancer fever", which is particularly severe every afternoon.

The next morning,

Taking advantage of the brief moment in the morning when he was in a better mood, he posted a new question on Zhihu.

“.The above is my true mental journey after I got sick. I hope it can be helpful to everyone.

I will continue writing when I have time.

Thank you for every message you left, it's very heartwarming, but I may not be able to reply to everyone one by one, please forgive me. "

When he was browsing private messages, an official notification from the site caught his attention.

The moment he clicked on the content, a long-lost light suddenly burst out from Wei Zexi's dull eyes.

He clicked on the attached link with trembling hands, and when he saw the domain name, he breathed a sigh of relief - it was the official channel of the other side!
There was no way, he was really afraid of being cheated.

Wei Zexi immediately filled out the application form as required, writing every word carefully.
On this day, many Zhihu netizens received official notifications of the "Public Therapy Assistance Fund" through the site's internal messages and submitted their applications.

After Chen Mo posted that Weibo, netizens initially felt it was confusing and like a riddle, and thought it was a line from a movie and were confused.

But when another hot incident surfaced and was exposed to the public, everyone suddenly realized it.

But at this time, public opinion had already been firmly controlled by the opponent, who had taken the lead.

In the mainstream media's narrative, Liu Jian was portrayed as an unforgivable criminal - a thug who committed suicide out of fear of punishment after committing the crime.

Chen Mo's speech immediately became a breakthrough for his opponents to attack, and an overwhelming wave of public opinion swept in.

His Weibo comment section was the first to fall:
"To stand up for a murderer, is this the value of the other side?"

"No matter how great the grievance is, it cannot be an excuse for committing a crime!"

"The name Chen Mo is really right. Black Dog is really black."

"If this is not considered a crime, who will dare to treat us in the future?"

The media went all out to exaggerate the situation:
Moral Collapse: Where is Beyond Technology Heading?

"Founder's Speech Backfires: On the Risks of Binding Companies to Individuals"

From the National Husband to the Black Dog on the Street: Chen Mo's Personality Collapse

Then, a voice of #Chen Mo apologize# appeared from an unknown source.

Afterwards, the topic #Chen Mo apologizes# emerged out of nowhere and quickly fermented.

On the evening of May 5, Chen Mo received a series of concerned calls from his allies. He declined their offers one by one: "Don't worry, I can handle it."

On May 5, the public opinion war was fully escalated.

The scope of the attack expanded from the search business to the entire Bi'an system:
There are frequent incidents of blue-shirted riders hitting people, taxi travel poses a safety hazard, DouY is destroying young people's thinking ability, and mobile games are poisoning a generation.
For a time, Bi'an was caught in the most serious public opinion crisis since its establishment.

Yet the storm is far from over.

On May 5, Chen Mozheng and the core team of Tianji Pavilion had just finalized the promotion plan for the 8 billion yuan public therapy escort fund.

After all, the money has been spent and the work has been done, so the results must be maximized.

Just then, Sun Ziwei hurriedly pushed the door open.

"What happened?" Chen Mo looked up and asked.

"We just received a notice from the General Administration of Optoelectronics that some of our games need to be rectified and may face suspension."

"Which ones?"

"These are all small-scale reskin games from the past. The main products have not been moved for the time being. This is obviously a warning, and I am afraid that the follow-up will be..."

"Do as they say." Chen Mo said calmly, "Anything else?"

Sun Ziwei hesitated to speak: "Can you still hold on?" His eyes were full of concern for Chen Mo personally.

"Don't worry." Chen Mo patted his brother on the shoulder, "Go and get busy."

When the meeting room returned to silence, Chen Mo looked at the plan in front of him titled "No matter how many ways you come, I will only go one way" and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he called Chen Tong and asked, "How is the collection going? I'll give you 24 hours to make sure everything is perfect. Also, don't push the Crowd Therapy Escort Fund yet. Wait for the right time."

After hanging up the phone, he drew a striking cross on the words "BD Putian".

Still Putian? Let you ascend to heaven!
(End of this chapter)