Jiang Ning: Don’t add all that fancy nonsense.
Zhang Lang: Don’t worry, don’t worry! I won’t!
The more certain Zhang Lang’s reply was, the more Jiang Ning felt uneasy.
The only reason she had been able to attack Liu Chusheng and injure him without it being considered self-defense or an act of heroism, and still get away unscathed, was not that Jiang Ning was tough to endure or that she was blown up by netizens’ praises.
It was entirely because of an amulet she inherited from the old man: a small token.
It was because she had shown the small token to the police that day that they didn’t file the case for investigation.
Jiang Ning had initially thought that Capital City Public Security would directly inform the netizens of the truth in their announcement, but they didn’t mention a word, and that’s why she curiously asked Zhang Lang.
Unnecessary controversy is something that nobody wants to see.
Jiang Ning disliked such actions that played with the netizens’ emotions, which could easily have been avoided.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have immediately turned down Shen Zha’s suggestion to hype things up at that time.
Speaking of hyping up, it’s actually exploiting the emotions of netizens.
Jiang Ning said: As soon as possible.
Zhang Lang replied instantly: Don’t worry, I’ll swing by the publicity department right away!
With him around, Jiang Ning could rest assured!
Zhang Lang: Oh, right. I almost forgot something. Yesterday, a young man came to the station and brought an honor banner for you, saying you would know about it.
Zhang Lang: I didn’t think of it this morning, otherwise I would have brought it to you then.
Upon reading these two messages, Jiang Ning immediately realized that it must be the honor banner sent by Lou Yingyan.
She had thought that Lou Yingyan was just talking off the cuff that day in front of the hospital building, but he actually went ahead and had an honor banner made.
Jiang Ning: No worries, just keep it there for now, I’ll come to get it another day.
The chat ended, and just at that moment, the door to the private room was gently pushed open from the outside, and a waiter entered with a small dining cart.
Qi Xingzhou’s phone on the table vibrated.
He lowered his head, then looked startled, and lifted his eyes to look at Jiang Ning.
"What’s up?" Jiang Ning, sensing Qi Xingzhou’s gaze, spoke up curiously.
"Look." Qi Xingzhou directly pushed his phone towards Jiang Ning, acting open and without any hesitation.
For each individual, a mobile phone represents an utmost private entity.
Qi Xingzhou seemed not to have any concerns in that regard, freely offering his to Jiang Ning as if willing to provide her anything she desired from him the next second, unconditionally.
Jiang Ning didn’t pick up on the profound meaning behind Qi Xingzhou’s offering of his phone; while the waiter was serving dishes, she reached out and straightened Qi Xingzhou’s phone, noticing that the glowing screen displayed a chat history between Qi Xingzhou and Qi Chen.
It turned out that Qi Xingzhou had already noticed the online commotion half an hour earlier.
Maybe while they were catching the last criminal, and Jiang Ning and Zhang Lang were talking, Qi Xingzhou sneakily played with his phone behind her back, eating candy and seeing what was happening.
Then, Qi Xingzhou sent several screenshots from the comment sections to Qi Chen, and dutifully asked, "Brother, can you help me check this out?"
After Qi Chen agreed, perhaps unable to wait for the investigation results, Qi Xingzhou sent a long message ten minutes prior, urging his brother, who was not the most efficient at handling tasks, to get some real work done.
Jiang Ning saw the timing of Qi Xingzhou’s messages and guessed the latter message must have been sent from the car.
And now, at last, Qi Chen had responded.
His people had found out that apart from a small part of the remarks in the comment section that raised valid questions about Jiang Ning’s actions, those comments filled with deep malice, clamoring non-stop that Jiang Ning must not be let go and must be severely punished by the law, were almost all posted by paid posters.
Obviously, someone was orchestrating this behind the scenes.
Moreover, to prove that his subordinates were not slacking off, Qi Chen even sent the evidence he had bought from the paid posters.
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Qi Chen: Take a look, how should we handle this?
Sitting in his office and patiently waiting for his younger brother, Bitter Gourd Brother, to reply, Qi Chen wore a face of contentment, thinking that in a few days, he should be able to bring Qi Xingzhou into the company to take charge.