The matter was finally settled.
In fact, all these events happened within a day.
But the real trouble was the aftermath.
Actually, the public doesn't care about the truth; if the damaged reputation from that day isn't managed well, it can easily lead to lasting stereotypes.
Take the case of King's shampoo, for instance—they were falsely accused of causing cancer, fought a six-year lawsuit to win, but by then their brand had nearly vanished.
There were also the Zhou Xiaoling spicy strips I ate as a kid; due to jealousy, a competitor spread a rumor that they were made with oil from cremated bodies.
Such a ludicrous rumor was passed around until the business eventually had to close down.
It takes one mouth to spread a rumor, but a marathon to refute one.
The real trouble was yet to co.
Xu Musen had not expected Yao Mingyue and the others to act so quickly.
It took them barely half a day; Xu Musen had just been brought in, and they descended like divine soldiers, one after another.
They didn't give him any chance to counterattack before they ca and took action.
It felt as if Xu Musen's trip here was just a day tour.
He had grown accustod to this feeling of being taken care of.
Yet, this feeling was different from the pure dependency of his past life.
He could certainly try to resolve it himself, but a small milk tea shop owner like himself against a major corporation like the Huang Family...
He'd likely end up in disaster.
Having resources at his side, it would be a waste not to make reasonable use of them; Xu Musen was no longer the proud and arrogant youth.
Not every problem in this world can be solved with simple passion.
Director Qi had passion, but after being shot several tis, he received only an honorary comndation; yet, one bold kneel on the playground propelled him straight to the top.
Gao Qiqiang too ate the bread of idleness by recognizing soone as his godfather, transforming from a fish seller to a business tycoon.
Being adept at minimizing losses by using nearby resources is also a skill.
And for the follow-up handling, Xu Musen would need to handle it himself.
He left the police station.
He had been brought in at noon, and outside the sky was beginning to darken.
Just as Xu Musen stepped out of the station,
a gentle figure rushed over from one side, plunging directly into his arms, holding him tightly as if fearing he would disappear once she let go.
"Xu Musen..."
An Nuannuan's voice was unusually anxious and trembling.
She had been waiting outside all afternoon, worried every minute.
"It's all right now, it's over."
Xu Musen gently lifted her cheeks; in Huhai during April or May, the afternoons were already quite warm.
An Nuannuan must have foolishly stood at the door waiting for him, her fair cheeks now burned red from the sun.
Xu Musen knew she just wanted to see him the mont he ca out.
"I worried you."
Xu Musen whispered.
An Nuannuan's lower lip protruded, reassured only when she saw that Xu Musen was uninjured.
However, upon spotting Yao Mingyue and Zhu Yulan behind Xu Musen, her large eyes turned back to him, and her lips pursed again.
"I thought it was a small matter at first, so I didn't tell you."
Xu Musen could see what was on her mind; yes, with her boyfriend involved in such an incident,
other girls being there, and her as the girlfriend receiving the news last, must not have sat well with her.
But rather than react, An Nuannuan's eyes flickered slightly. She let go of Xu Musen, took his hand, turned around, and to Liu Rushuang, Yao Mingyue, and Zhu Yulan, she actually bent down slightly.
"Thank you for looking after my Xu Musen for ."
An Nuannuan's gesture surprised everyone.
But soon, Liu Rushuang sighed inwardly.
This seemingly naive girl held her own in jealousy and protectiveness, not losing out to Yao Mingyue at all.
Yao Mingyue bit her lip; this sequence of staking claim—her smooth combo—had been her exclusive before.
Girlfriend? She used to be... his wife, after all.
But let it go, now wasn't the ti to dwell on that.
Zhu Yulan, on the other hand, waved her hand, hurriedly bowing to An Nuannuan: "No, no, this is all my fault, this wouldn't have happened if not for ..."
"Alright, alright, we still have things to do, let's go back and talk later."
Xu Musen smiled, patting her head.
The golden window for crisis PR is within the first twenty-four hours of the incident.
Having already delayed almost half a day here, Xu Musen needed to hurry back to deal with these matters.
Everyone was aware that follow-up handling was the most troubleso part, and quickly got into the car to head to the milk tea shop in the city center.
Although there weren't many people crowding the milk tea shop now, the entrance was littered with rotten fruit and eggs.
That's the ntality of the masses: they love to join the hubbub and are easily manipulated, especially when it involves students, as emotions are more easily stirred.
The other branches were affected as well, experiencing a significant drop in custors.
Inside the store, the employees had not left.
Under Zhao Lianmai's lead, they were quietly cleaning up the trash; Zhao Lianmai herself had been accidentally hit with rotten fruit.
But she rely wiped herself with a rag and continued cleaning, avoiding argunts with passersby, keeping the store looking clean and tidy.
Still, the staff couldn't help but mutter.
"Sigh, we don't know how the boss is doing; it's been half a day."
"Who knows? This ti the commotion is big, now we're being cursed everywhere."
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