At this mont, Fu Nancheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, his brows slightly furrowed.
Secretary Zhuo Lin held several files, standing respectfully behind him and continued: "I have indeed sent ssages to various dia and magazines, prohibiting them from publishing news about Madam. Initially, these ssages were suppressed, but it seems soone is hyping them up behind the scenes. The related news was taken down for a short period, then soone started to expose it wildly online, which... which then..."
Zhuo Lin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his legs weak. He just hoped this matter would not implicate him.
Fu Nancheng’s thin lips curved into a sharp line, one hand in his trouser pocket as he looked into the distance without speaking.
Previously, he had not inquired about Qiao Mo’s competition matters, believing if she did not want to talk, he would not press her.
Yet early in the morning, he discovered several dia and magazines had begun to publish claims of her plagiarism in the competition. After understanding the situation, he was worried these reports would negatively affect her, so he asked Zhuo Lin to imdiately block the spread of such news.
Initially, everything went smoothly, and the news that started to spread was quickly blocked without causing much impact.
Unexpectedly, around four o’clock in the afternoon, the suppressed news suddenly made a coback. Accusations about Xiao Mo’s plagiarism and theft quickly beca rampant, heavily exposed online.
Consequently, the previously subdued dia, seeing the explosion of news, hesitated for a mont and then imdiately rushed to report.
Therefore, it is now extrely difficult to try to block this news again.
"Continue investigating, find out where the initial news originated from." Fu Nancheng’s expression was sowhat grim.
In Jiang City, no one dared to disrespect his reputation.
But despite his explicit prohibition, soone still spread the news online with sharp rhetoric, clearly targeting Xiao Mo, intending to ruin her future!
"Yes, twenty minutes ago, soone already traced the news back to its origin—a famous designer forum—then gradually expanded to so irrelevant and unprofessional small websites. These sites hadn’t heard of it; as soon as soone paid them, they started hyping. By the ti we realized, the news had spread online, trying to block it... was already... too late."
Fu Nancheng remained silent; he had seen the online reports.
They were mostly condemning Qiao Mo for plagiarism and theft, lacking real talent, relying solely on unspoken rules and her relationship with him to win several championships.
So even began to boycott her works, arguing she violated the market’s fair competition, depriving others of opportunities.
But most of these reports and news articles used rough language, with so sentences full of flaws, so exploiting to the extre, seemingly unlike formal dia conduct.
So if that’s the case, who could it be?
A cold gleam flickered in Fu Nancheng’s eyes; vaguely, he could sense soone behind the scenes orchestrating all this.
And the target seed to point towards Xiao Mo.
The thought made him increasingly uneasy.
However, until now, he had not been able to detect who this person could be, or what the motive was.
He stood by the window for a long ti, while Zhuo Lin also remained nearby, not daring to make a sound.
After all, he knew the boss’s habits; he only cared about the results, not the processes.
This matter relates to Qiao Mo, and yet he ssed it up; no wonder he was nervous.
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