C3 The Goddess of Public Relations

Public opinion was in an uproar.

Negative stories about Lin Su were piling up.

He had dragged the entire Lin's Group into a maelstrom of attacks from every direction.

The company's stock had plummeted, losing over a billion in just half a day.

Lin Sheng had started this battle for public opinion, yet he was facing a blow like never before.

His chances of winning were slim to none.

Why had things turned out this way?

Many were baffled, unable to make sense of the situation.

Given the Lin family's influence, things shouldn't have deteriorated this badly.

Who was orchestrating this takedown of the Lin family?

And what role did Zhao Han play in all this?

It was common knowledge that Zhao Yue was his sister, and she could only get the Lin family to drop their legal charges.

But what about the handling of public relations and the media?

Zhao Yue might be a legal titan, but she couldn't possibly direct PR and media efforts.

Was there someone else backing Zhao Han?

Speculation was rampant, yet no one had any concrete answers.

Meanwhile, Zhao Han, the man at the center of it all, was massaging Zhao Yue.

"A bit lower."

"Press harder."

With a look of resignation, Zhao Han said, "Stop bossing me around."

"Don't want to?"

"No, I don't."

Zhao Yue pressed, "What do you mean by that?"

Rising to his feet, Zhao Han grabbed a pair of stockings and tossed them to Zhao Yue. "Put them on yourself. I need to get to class."

With commanding presence, Zhao Yue bellowed, "Freeze!"

Zhao Han looked back and said, "Sis, I really need to go to class."

"I finally managed to get some time off. You're spending the day with me."

"What do you want to do?"

Zhao Yue pondered for a moment before declaring, "Let's go for a swim at the beach!"

With no other choice, Zhao Han resigned himself to join her.

At Lin's Group headquarters around noon.

"Boss, I've made contact with the guy. I'm confident he'll have the PR and media issues sorted out very soon."

"Can we trust him?"

The assistant assured, "Absolutely. He's a legend in the world of public opinion—nothing gets resolved without him."

The individual in question was a towering enigma in the realms of public relations and media. Their name and gender remained a mystery to all.

Yet, this figure was no mere myth; Lin Sheng had firsthand experience of their formidable capabilities.

The power they wielded was indisputable, but that wasn't the only issue at hand.

"Do you genuinely believe you can make contact with this individual?" Lin Sheng harbored serious doubts.

"Boss, rest assured, my friend has a real connection to this person," came the reassuring reply.

Could Lin Sheng truly be at ease, though? This person's influence surpassed even that of Zhao Yue, the esteemed goddess of law and administration. They held the reins of global public opinion.

With the situation at a critical juncture, they had no choice but to proceed.

The elder's call came once more, and Lin Sheng offered his patient reassurances.

"Grandfather, don't worry. I've reached out to the so-called sovereign of public opinion."

"He wields considerable clout in the world of public discourse, even capable of swaying global affairs. He'll surely resolve our issues."

"And Zhao Han? His fate won't be a pleasant one."

The phone call ended, leaving Lin Sheng with a darkening scowl.

Lin's Group teetered on the brink, yet the old man's thoughts lingered on Lin Su.

The audacity of the old man's threats...

At the hospital, Lin Su had been the target of an assault.

The ensuing public outrage was palpable, with the media's role becoming increasingly evident.

Had the medical team not intervened promptly, Lin Su's life would have been forfeit right there.

But this was merely the opening act.

The game was far from its conclusion.

In the PR department of Shiyu Business Alliance, Zhao Qianli perused a document, her expression shifting to a wry smile.

"Where did you dig up this dirt on Zhao Han?" she inquired.

The director promptly responded, "These came directly from contacts at Frost City University, and the data is utterly reliable."

Zhao Qianli mused, "So my brother has amassed such a trove of negative press? How was I unaware?"

The director was caught off guard.

Zhao Han was Zhao Qianli's brother?

"Director Zhao, I was not aware of this."

"You're dismissed."

With a swift phone call, Zhao Qianli set the media wheels in motion. Within ten minutes, headlines blared the shocking news: Lin Hailong, founder of Lin's Group, had murdered a client!

Lin's Group stock prices took a nosedive, leaving everyone seething with anger. It seemed this time the Lin family had no chance of recovery.

Chen Shiyun was shell-shocked. Xu Qinya was just as taken aback. A peculiar, unsettling feeling was palpable among them all.

Within a mere two days, the entire situation had taken a drastic turn. How on earth did Zhao Han pull it off?

In a fit of rage, punctuated by the crash of yet another phone against the wall, Lin Sheng fumed. What had gone wrong? What was his next move?

"Why don't we just have Zhao Han killed?" someone proposed.

"You're thinking of murder when the Lin family is on the brink of collapse?" Lin Sheng's voice thundered with fury.

Despite his anger, Lin Sheng was acutely aware that they had crossed someone formidable. Zhao Han wasn't alone; Zhao Yue wasn't his only support. The extent of Zhao Han's connections had clearly surpassed all expectations.

Now, Lin Sheng saw only one path to safeguard the Lin family's future: to yield to public opinion. He had made his decision, but Lin Su remained in the dark.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Lin Su unleashed his fury on the staff. His anger spiraled out of control, culminating in him knocking a young nurse to the floor and striking her repeatedly. He was desperate to vent his rage, and in a disturbing act, he stripped the nurse bare.

Determined and desperate, the patriarch approached Han Hu with a proposition. "I'll offer ten million yuan for Zhao Han's life," he declared, sliding a cheque across the table, his eyes ablaze with murderous intent.

Han Hu's brow furrowed. Neither Lin Sheng nor he were fools. Zhao Han's influential backing was clear as day. Killing Zhao Han would undoubtedly bring a world of trouble.

"Is the money not enough for you? I'll make it twenty million," the old man intoned gravely.

"It's not about the money," Han Hu replied.

"Then name your price. How much will it take?" the old man pressed.

With a wry smile, Han Hu responded, "I'm done with breaking the law."

The old man's gaze turned fiery, locking onto Han Hu. "Are you really going to defy me now?"

"One billion," Han Hu blurted, his expression freezing as he wavered in the face of temptation.

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