Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Thinking of this, a bright light shone in Wu Lujia's eyes.

This might also be the lifeline for his Guangming Daily!

This time, he hurriedly left with the newspaper in his hand.

Judging from his direction, it was clearly the direction of Ye Bai from the Paramount Ballroom.

The newsboy who had just answered the question suddenly panicked.

"Hey, you haven't paid yet!" (Fen)

Chapter 108 The Conspiracy is Exposed, and Feng Jingyao Faints with Furious!

Paramount Mansion.

"So you want to?!"

At this moment, Ye Bai spoke calmly from his study, with the middle-aged man who had been asking the newsboy questions all the way standing in front of him.

That is, Wu Lujia, the president of Guangming Daily.

The middle-aged man bent over even more deeply, his face pale and ashen.

"I earnestly request Mr. Ye's assistance."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Aqiao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but speak her mind.

"What benefits would it bring you if Brother Ye helped you?"

The words may be rough, but the principle is sound; this question hits the nail on the head.

After all, we're all businessmen; no one gets up early without a profit.

There's no reason for someone to just offer help whenever you want!

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man seemed surprised by Xiao Aqiao's direct expression. His expression stiffened for a moment before he gave a bitter smile.

"If Mr. Ye is willing to lend a helping hand, I, Wu Lujia, am willing to serve the Paramount with utmost loyalty."

This statement is tantamount to handing over the entire newspaper.

As Wu Lujia spoke, his face was still somewhat pale.

But at this moment, this was the best choice in his mind.

He looked at the silent Ye Bai with pleading eyes.

Time seemed to slow down dramatically at that moment.

What should have been just a few seconds felt like an eternity to Wu Lujia.

Ye Bai nodded and said slowly.

"it is good!"

This "good" is tantamount to accepting the Guangming Daily's offer of allegiance!

'

Wu Lujia felt an urge to burst into tears!

"Mr. Ye, thank you so much!"

...

After Wu Lujia left, Ye Bai, who was in the main seat, slowly tapped the table, looking thoughtful.

Seeing that it was getting cold, Xiao Aqiao picked up a coat and draped it over Ye Bai's shoulders.

She carefully buttoned up Ye Bai's clothes and casually asked him a question.

"Brother Ye, what's next?"

As soon as Xiao Aqiao said this, Ye Bai slowly smiled and said, "The time has come."

As he spoke, Ye Bai glanced at Xu Wenqiang beside him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"It's time to contact Boss Zhen."

After he finished speaking, Xu Wenqiang, who was standing to the side, immediately nodded, "I'll go."

......

Xinmin Daily.

When Boss Zhen saw Xu Wenqiang's sudden visit, his eyes crinkled with a smile.

It's worth noting that since Paramount acquired Xinmin Daily, Xinmin Daily's performance has increased several times over.

He had also heard about the strike at the newspaper.

Indeed, there were a few employees in the newspaper who were eager to make a move.

But as soon as this trend emerged, it was nipped in the bud by Boss Zhen.

"Mr. Ye is truly a prophet; he actually foresaw long ago that Feng Jingyao wouldn't last long..."

Seeing that if he didn't interrupt, Boss Zhen's flattery would probably go on for three days and three nights, Xu Wenqiang spoke up directly.

"So, Mr. Zhen should know how to write tomorrow's report, right?"

Upon hearing this, Boss Zhen stroked his mustache and immediately nodded.

As he saw the figure pass by the door, he immediately waved and shouted.

"Come on, Zheng Haisheng, tomorrow's report is yours. Write it out in detail about Feng Jingyao's shocking conspiracy to orchestrate a massive strike across the entire newspaper industry and monopolize the industry!"

Zheng Haisheng, who was called in, quickly stepped forward.

After being enlightened by Boss Zhen, he also saw through the conspiracy behind Feng Jingyao's series of actions.

They had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Seeing that Xu Wenqiang agreed to publish the article in the newspaper, Zheng Haisheng patted his chest and gave his assurance.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

The next day.

Ding Li was inspecting his businesses when he heard the voices of newsboys coming and going at the door.

"Breaking News! Breaking News! Feng Jingyao's shocking conspiracy to monopolize the newspaper industry!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Li paused in his actions and immediately walked towards the door.

"Stand still, you brat!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Li's security guards immediately snatched one of the newspapers from the newsboy and quickly handed it over to Ding Li.

After receiving the newspaper, Ding Li immediately began to skim through it.

The more you look at him, the tighter his lips become.

After reading the contents, he moved even closer to the newsboy, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Who authorized you to post this?"

The child visibly trembled at the sound of the menacing voice, and his voice became tinged with panic.

"The Paramount Ballroom."

Upon hearing this, Ding Li paused in his actions, and his pupils widened even further.

Paramount?!

Ding Li ordered his subordinates to confiscate all the newspapers belonging to the newsboy in front of him, and immediately headed towards the nearest newsstand.

As Ding Li walked in, he saw not only several people carrying children, but also several newspaper vendors shouting loudly near the newsstand.

"Breaking News! Breaking News! Feng Jingyao's Shocking Conspiracy!"

"Breaking News! Breaking News! The Truth About Monopolistic Industries!"

……

At this moment, the area outside the newsstand was clearly already crowded with people!

Seeing this, Ding Li immediately returned to the Feng Mansion.

He hurried toward the study, carrying one of the newspapers, and pushed the door open.

"Mr. Feng, something terrible has happened."

At this very moment, Feng Jingyao was writing calligraphy at his desk, a faint smile on his face.

Seeing Ding Li's panicked state, Feng Jingyao frowned slightly and reprimanded him.

"Ding Li, why didn't you knock on the door? What's the rush?"

These words carried a hint of dissatisfaction, but Ding Li on the other side couldn't care less at that moment.

“Mr. Feng, a newspaper has published everything we’ve been planning behind the scenes.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao paused in his actions.

The brush suddenly fell onto the white paper, dripping messy drops of ink.