Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

"what?!"

Seeing the shock in Feng Jingyao's eyes, Ding Li handed him the newspaper directly.

At the same time, he briefly recounted the contents of the newspaper.

"Among them, the arson reported by the police and the mastermind behind the theft of ink from the news agency have all been identified as us!"

"It clearly states that you were orchestrating a major strike in the news industry behind the scenes, attempting to monopolize the entire industry and make the news industry your sole voice..."

When Feng Jingyao took the newspaper, his expression changed repeatedly.

"Why is someone still publishing a newspaper? Didn't those workers announce a strike?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Li gave a bitter smile.

"Yes, we thought everyone was on strike, but we never expected that we had overlooked the Xinmin Daily!"

"Ye Bai of the Paramount has mobilized the entire Xinmin Daily; everyone is distributing tabloids!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao felt a surge of anger rise to the top of his head.

As if he had thought of something, he suddenly asked the most crucial question.

"How many copies have they sent out?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Li's voice trembled slightly, and his lips quivered.

"It's said that several small newspapers have also joined forces with Shin Min Daily News. Today alone, Shin Min Daily News' circulation has probably reached 50,000!"

With a deafening roar, as if a bolt from the blue had struck Feng Jingyao's mind.

Fifty thousand copies?!

That's equivalent to 50,000 people buying the Shin Min Daily News and seeing the shady dealings behind Feng Jingyao's attempt to monopolize the entire newspaper industry!

And from 50,000 people, it will spread to another 50,000 people...

In other words, the entire Shanghai stock market will know about Feng Jingyao's series of schemes behind the scenes...

In an instant, everything went black before Feng Jingyao's eyes, and he fainted.

"Mr. Feng?!"

"master!"

The study was instantly thrown into chaos.

Only the panicked cries of Ding Li and the butler, Uncle Xiang, remained!

Chapter 109 The newspaper resumes hiring, causing panic among striking workers!

At the same time, a notice came from Feng's newspaper.

"All salaries have been restored to normal."

When the news came out, everyone—from printing workers and typesetters to newspaper vendors—was completely dumbfounded.

Why the sudden pay cut?

"How could Mr. Feng break his promise?"

"Why are you changing this all of a sudden?"

……

Faced with the dissatisfaction and anger of the workers at the newspaper office, the newspaper's editor-in-chief also wore a bitter expression.

After all, his thoughts at that moment were exactly the same as those of all the workers.

Salary, like benefits, can only go up; it can never go down.

After all, everyone has long been accustomed to rising wages, so how can they possibly cope with the sudden drop in wages?!

To put it simply, you've gotten used to eating lots of meat and fish, but suddenly you're told that from now on you can only eat plain porridge and side dishes.

Who could stand that?!

Moreover, many people in the newspaper had already earned enough face in front of their relatives and friends.

They simply claimed to be employees of Feng's newspaper, and that not only had their salaries improved, but their benefits had also increased significantly, making them incredibly envious and jealous of others.

Now that all benefits have been cancelled, this is utterly ridiculous!

Who can tolerate this?

Before long, not only did he empty his pockets, but he also lost face!

"President, why aren't you saying anything?! I absolutely refuse to accept a pay cut!"

"Yeah, President! Are you kidding me?"

"Why?"

The president's recollection was abruptly ended by a few words from his subordinates, leaving him with a wry smile.

"I'm not kidding, everyone has to accept reality."

As the president said this, he couldn't help but sigh.

This statement was not only said to the employees below, but also to himself.

When Butler Feng told him the news, he felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck him.

The next second, he vaguely realized what was happening.

The Feng family is out of money!

When you don't have money, you can only cut back on expenses.

At that moment, as soon as the president said this, the employees below the stage looked at each other and stared blankly at each other.

Immediately, one of the burly printing workers put down his tools and shouted loudly.

"I've worked so hard just for a few coins, and he's even lowering my salary? I'm not doing this anymore!"

As soon as he said this, several employees around him immediately followed suit.

"Yeah, I'm working for money, not for Feng Jingyao. If he doesn't pay me, I'm quitting!"

"Yeah!"

"I won't do it either!"

……

The scene before their eyes immediately influenced more and more people.

More and more people put down their work and joined the strike protests.

The president in front of him stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.

He never imagined that he, who was merely in charge of issuing a notification, would witness the entire newspaper office going on strike.

What should I do?

Seeing the group of middle-aged men with thick waists leading the way smash the ink-ink printing plate, the president was so angry that he trembled all over!

But at this moment, even though he was so angry that his hands and feet were trembling, no one cared about his voice anymore.

The prestigious Feng-affiliated newspaper has clearly followed the old path of strikes seen in other newspapers!

……

Meanwhile, many newspaper editors were already as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

After all, the longer the strike lasts, the greater the losses will be.

In fact, many company presidents have thought that if the employees' requests are not excessive, they should agree to them.

But when the strike representatives put forward their conditions, the newspaper owner felt completely stunned after reading them.

These demands are simply impossible to meet!

For example, increase the monthly wage to thirty yuan, and limit the weekly working hours to no more than forty hours…

If these things were agreed to, there would be no need to run a newspaper.

They should just close down and go out of business.

Thirty yuan?!

It's unbelievable that these striking employees have the audacity to say that; in Shanghai, that amount of money could buy an acre of prime farmland.

Plus, a work week of no more than forty hours?!

That's just wishful thinking!

At this time, news of the riot at Feng's newspaper office began to spread.

Everyone realized something.

Feng Jingyao himself had no money left.

As a result, the newspaper owner who had previously sought refuge with Feng Jingyao was now even more at a loss.

"How about we go to the Paramount? I heard the president of the Guangming Daily went to see Ye Bai!"