Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

"Heavens! I've been waiting for our newspaper to reopen for what feels like an eternity. I'm finally back."

At this moment, Du Fei rushed into the newspaper office lobby, his whole body filled with excitement.

There's a reason why Du Fei was so excited.

Since the printing plant that was registered was burned down, the application process has been suspended for a period of time.

Several days later, after everyone's anxious wait, the application process finally returned to normal.

Now that he's back at his workstation, Du Fei is filled with emotion.

"I feel like these old bones of mine haven't moved in ages, I'm practically wasting my life!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Erhao, who was carrying a stack of documents as he entered, quickly burst into laughter.

"I bet your salary is almost gone. You'll be starving if you don't work!"

These words immediately struck a chord with Du Fei.

Du Fei's excitement immediately turned into a mournful face.

"Erhao, how do you understand me so well?! My wallet is completely empty, I won't even last another week!" 15

The burning of the printing plant had some impact on each of them.

The most direct impact was that the suspension of the newspaper meant that the group had to stop their usual field interviews, resulting in a sharp drop in everyone's income.

Among them, Lu Erhao is the son of Lu Zhenhua, the Black Panther, and Wang Xueqin has always been generous to her son.

The amount of money I receive each month is never small, but the salary I report is always insufficient.

He Shuhuan, also the son of a high-ranking official, probably thought his salary was nothing more than the cost of a drink at a nightclub.

Among them, Du Fei was the one most affected.

He relies on his salary to make ends meet every month.

Coupled with his habit of spending lavishly, either buying parts for his camera or gifts for Ru Ping, he is now clearly facing financial difficulties.

Shaking his head, Du Fei couldn't help but pat He Shuhuan on the shoulder in the seat next to him.

"Thank goodness Shuhuan helped me out, otherwise I don't know how I would have survived this month."

He Shuhuan, who was standing to the side, smiled upon hearing this.

Just as he was about to make a joke to tease Du Fei, the newspaper office door was pushed open.

Then the director rushed in from outside, panting heavily.

"Something terrible has happened! There's been a shooting at the entrance of the Feng mansion! You guys go and follow them!"

"What? A shooting?!"

Du Fei lifted his glasses and repeated the sentence aloud, his tone tinged with surprise.

Seeing the director nod, He Shuhuan, looking puzzled, asked a question.

"Director, has something happened to Engineer Feng recently?"

He Shuhuan's words immediately hit the nail on the head.

After all, since the printing plant burned down and major newspapers stopped selling, the group was somewhat behind on the latest news.

Upon hearing this question, the newspaper's director immediately sighed.

"Wasn't the previous major strike across the news industry all about demanding higher wages and benefits?"

"After the reports came out, everyone knew it was Feng Jingyao's conspiracy, and people gradually resumed work. After all, not only could the newspaper not survive, but the workers couldn't survive without their wages either!"

The director explained the previous situation, and Du Fei nodded repeatedly.

He deeply resonated with those words.

After all, he only has a few days of financial freedom when his salary arrives, and afterwards he has to tighten his belt to make ends meet.

The director's words continued to ring out.

"However, once work resumed, some workers insisted on demanding higher wages, but the newspaper didn't have any extra funds, so we hired new employees instead!"

"As a result, the unemployed workers completely threw a tantrum, and now all the blame falls directly on Feng Jingyao!"

At this point, the newspaper director shook his head with a sigh.

"Feng Jingyao initially wanted to exploit workers in the news industry, but he probably never imagined that he would ultimately reap the bitter consequences..."

After hearing the director's explanation, the three of them had a general understanding of the whole process.

Lu Erhao quickly packed up his camera, ready to set off at any moment.

Fei.Lu!: He Shuhuan and Du Fei followed closely behind.

However, just as the three were about to walk out the door, they found Wang Yueqi, the new intern reporter at the newspaper, standing blankly at the door.

"What's wrong with Yueqi?"

Du Fei spotted Wang Yueqi first and immediately asked her with concern.

He Shuhuan, who was standing to the side, turned his head to observe Wang Yueqi's expression. Upon closer inspection, he could clearly see hesitation and nervousness on her face.

Recalling the conversation just now, He Shuhuan thought that the word "shooting" was probably too bloody for Wang Yueqi at the moment, so he forced a smile and comforted her.

"Don't worry, Yueqi, we'll go over there for the interview. You stay at the newspaper office."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Erhao behind him nodded in agreement.

"Yes, you and Chengcheng can just stay at the newspaper office. Oh, wait, Chengcheng doesn't seem to be here..."

Upon hearing Feng Chengcheng's name, Lu Erhao immediately realized that he hadn't seen her in a long time.

Upon hearing Feng Chengcheng's name, Wang Yueqi on the other side trembled violently.

Her unusual reaction immediately caught the attention of the three people in front of her.

"What's wrong with Yueqi? Did something happen to Chengcheng?"

At this moment, under the direct gazes of the three people, Wang Yueqi immediately pursed her lips, afraid that she would reveal any information about Feng Chengcheng.

It should be noted that the people who applied probably did not know that Chengcheng was Feng Jingyao's daughter.

And Feng Jingyao was the culprit who burned down the printing factory!

If everyone knew that Feng Chengcheng was Feng Jingyao's daughter, I wonder what the people at the newspaper would think of her!

When she learned yesterday that the application to resume work had been submitted, she had originally planned to excitedly bring Feng Chengcheng to work with her.

Unexpectedly, a phone call reached the Feng Mansion, and Wang Yueqi learned that her friend had been away from home for the past few days.

She couldn't reveal this secret without Chengcheng's consent!

Thinking of this, Wang Yueqi looked up at the three musketeers of the application in front of her, and slowly reorganized her words.

"It's alright, it's alright. Chengcheng has been on leave recently. I was just worried that... our progress wouldn't keep up with the newspaper's pace!"

Upon hearing this, Du Fei's face immediately lit up with a smile.

"Relax. When I was an intern reporter, I was just as nervous as you are. Compared to me, you've already done a fantastic job. Have confidence in yourselves!"

Lu Erhao, who was standing next to Du Fei, nodded in agreement.

"Yes, you intern reporters should focus on organizing the articles first; the rest of the experience can be cultivated gradually."

The two people's words of comfort made Wang Yueqi breathe a sigh of relief.

She couldn't help but think to herself, "I've finally managed to get away with it."

However, her relieved expression caught the eye of He Shuhuan, who immediately narrowed his eyes.

For some reason, he always felt that Wang Yueqi in front of him seemed to be hiding something.

However, since Wang Yueqi in front of him didn't want to say it at the moment, it wasn't convenient for him to ask.

Glancing at the clock and noticing that it was getting late, He Shuhuan disregarded Wang Yueqi's unusual behavior and spoke directly.

"It's getting late, let's hurry up and get going."

After saying that, the three of them left the newspaper office and headed towards the Feng residence.

Chapter 117 Du Fei's Dumbfounded: Feng Chengcheng is Feng Jingyao's Daughter?!

A fire was set ablaze on Qiangzi's body.

Black smoke billowed out, and the group of workers standing before the smoke wore solemn expressions.

The man in the lead, wearing a coarse cloth short shirt and a straw hat, with a small mustache, bowed earnestly.

"Qiangzi, don't worry, the brothers will definitely avenge you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black beside him nodded with a stern face.

His eyes betrayed his deep sorrow, and his voice was filled with anger when he spoke.

"Qiangzi, may your spirit in heaven protect us!"

"Feng Jingyao has gone too far! We never expected that he would actually send police officers to fire in public!"

Others then spoke up.