Yang Bingbing gave a bitter smile and said, "Didn't you watch the news today?"
Liu Zhizhong was startled, then spread his hands in a helpless chuckle and replied, "I wasn't paying attention. I've been busy all day, and it was just before you called that I arrived in Provincial City."
As he spoke, Liu Zhizhong genuinely took out his mobile phone, intending to scroll through the news headlines or the like.
Yang Bingbing nodded and said, "Yeah. The past couple of days, the summer's rainy season began, and there are geological disasters and floods everywhere, causing very serious consequences. On the surface, it's being called the kind of downpour that happens once every hundred years, or even the kind of flood that happens once in a millennium, but in reality..."
Yang Bingbing didn't finish her sentence, but Liu Zhizhong smiled knowingly and said, "Alright, I get it."
Looking at the trending topics on his phone screen, ha ha... his smile eventually froze, then turned bitter, then somewhat serious, and finally became stern.
To be honest, Liu Zhizhong felt sad inside.
Recently, now, and even in the future, one shocking headline after another kept bursting forth.
But people always have a knack for getting agitated, then they get swept along with the tide, then they forget, and then everything remains the same.
At times , there certainly needed to be a driving force, a need to divert eyes and attention. However, from what Liu Zhizhong could now see of the trending events, having been on top for 28 hours, it was not something that could easily be suppressed. For more chapters visıt 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩
In the end, it's about the people's sense of safety!
Without a sense of safety, could that be called strength?
Yang Bingbing could feel Liu Zhizhong's emotions and said nothing, just quietly accompanying him.
Liu Zhizhong, facing the phone screen, didn't flip through anything else but was silent for a long while. His expression was so rich that it evoked Yang Bingbing's empathy, which is why she remained silent.
After a while, Liu Zhizhong let out a long sigh and finally said, "We are just little folks, there's nothing we can change. What we can do is only do what we are capable of. President Yang, tell me, what is the content for the latest issue? We don't have much time left, we need to get started quickly!"
Yang Bingbing gave a bitter laugh before replying, "The material is being prepared by the higher-ups at the Propaganda Department. All we need to do is to be there and have the recording studio ready. Zhizhong, let me pour you a cup of tea, shall we drink while we wait?"
Liu Zhizhong replied, "Alright, we're down to drinking tea anyway, heh heh..."
Understanding, Yang Bingbing smiled and went to pour tea for Liu Zhizhong, also bringing some imported sunflower seeds and similar snacks to set out.
The tea was light because Mr. L was about to start working again; there was no time or need for a heavy evening meal, just something to stave off hunger, but not to damage his throat or stomach. Providing for his physical well-being, ensuring that he could be in the best state for work, was all part of Yang Bingbing's consideration.
The snacks accompanying the tea were all of exceptional quality, with the same thought in mind.
In such a large company president's office, there always were plenty of imported luxury goods.
In general, the higher the social class, the less regard there was for domestic products; those who understood understood, and there was no need to force those who didn't.
Not to mention anything else, but from what Liu Zhizhong had seen, when the bigshots from Provincial City went down for inspections, the medical emergency vehicles that came with them were all equipped with modern medical devices and pharmaceuticals, what one might call Western medicine. He had never seen them call for any traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in emergencies like heart attacks, strokes, or heatstroke—no rush for someone to come take a pulse, prescribe and boil medicine, or give emergency acupuncture.
To talk about leading the way without modern technology was simply hooliganism; constantly invoking the ancestors to apply pressure was just nonsense! Were Old Yang's lungs treated with medical techniques handed down from the ancestors?
Yang Bingbing accompanied Liu Zhizhong as they drank tea for a while, even leaning against his chest. But there was no surge of passion between them, just a controlled restraint, clearly discerning the urgency and importance of matters at hand.
Even just quietly leaning on each other, they felt very content.
However, after a while, Yang Bingbing said softly, "Did you know, it might not be long before this company changes hands."
Liu Zhizhong was stunned...