Chapter 527: Absolute Silence

From the time the vice president fell ill to being picked up by the ambulance, it took only ten minutes. During this time, Song Ya's mood was like a roller coaster, going up and down several times.

At the beginning, his first reaction was that he was finished. Will the vow of "Bahn fluorescent agent is harmless and harmless" kept in front of the media last year, will it turn into a reminder for him? There must be a bunch of class action lawsuits, huge compensation, and media pursuits one after another...

At that time, the complex eyes of the guests looking at him were also interpreted by him as gloating and pity, so Fei Ye seemed to find an excuse to escape.

When Goodman shouted in his ear: "We have no legal responsibility", he immediately woke up, yes! Don't care about yourself! ? If the victim wants to sue, he will also sue Bahn Company, which is now wholly owned by Dow, and the trouble is all theirs!

In an instant, there was the ecstasy of escaping from birth, so dangerous! It was sold three months later, and now I am afraid that I will be the one who fainted to the ground...

The eyes of those guests were not gloating and pity, but looking at a lucky pig!

And what does a lucky pig in the mall represent? Immediately, Terry Beard gave the answer, and he, who had always been hesitant, straightened his attitude and listened to himself! Speed ​​up the listing process!

"Are you sure?" he asked Tribeard.

"I think your point of view is more reasonable." Terry Beard said.

What's the point? It doesn't matter, anyway, he decided...

However, Song Ya's heart immediately hung up again. The general manager of Bahn Company is very familiar with this place. He also quietly touched the study room and told himself that the polynuclear aromatic hydrocarbons in the doctoral dissertation in the book are the catalysts that the fluorescent agent factory has always used.

"FXXKYOU!" Song Ya scolded him, as if he had wiped everything on his face and body before...

"Don't be angry with APLUS, it's just a paper, and it's easy to refute." The general manager of Bahn Company explained: "And it doesn't make sense to talk about the hazards without the dose. The catalyst content is very small, and it reacts at the beginning..."

"Tell me not to be angry, then why do you keep wiping your sweat?" Song Ya stared at him coldly and complained, "There is still one lying outside."

"Uh, but it's always negative news."

The general manager of Bahn Company replied: "You are so lucky APLUS, I envy you very much, this matter has nothing to do with you now..."

"uncertain."

Hamlin walked in with a frown, "Dow may not necessarily be responsible for the past acquisition of companies, they have often done this in history."

"WTF?" Song Ya's heart sank again, "Goodman said that this was clearly stated in the terms of the transaction between me and Dow."

"If the cost of breaching the contract is cost-effective, they may directly declare that they are not responsible, divert part of the victims' collective litigation goals and energy to us, and then drag on... They used this trick in the plutonium dust pollution incident, pot Dare to do anything thrown at the US government."

Hamlin poured cold water on him, "And your previous words and deeds claiming that fluorescent agents are harmless can easily be caught."

At this time, the ambulance came, and Song Ya had no choice but to go out again. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he cooperated with the ambulance personnel to send the vice president of Dow into the car.

"APLUS, what's wrong?"

Michelle and her husband came at this time, and at the door they ran into Song Ya, who was in a panic.

"A guest had a heart attack."

Song Ya pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "It should be fine, come in, have fun..."

Back at the party scene, Linda had asked the party service company to clean up the broken wine glasses and stains on the ground. Except for guessing in private, the guests should basically have fun and socialize. There were so many vibrant young men and women in the Dancing My Life crew at the party that businessmen and politicians didn't mind hanging around for a while.

But there is one person who can't hide it, and that is Claire.

"Mr. Vice President's sudden heart attack is related to the news just now, right? There are hidden dangers in your fluorescent agent products?" She immediately came over and asked.

"Uh, it's not our fluorescent agent product, it's Dow's." Song Ya distanced himself from the relationship.

"Will there be trouble?" Claire asked.

"It's just a paper." Song Ya took out the original words of the general manager of Bahn Company.

"I'll find a chance to see him." But Claire was not so easy to fool, she looked at Song Ya suspiciously, and left the party early.

Song Ya couldn't get bored, so she casually dealt with all kinds of guests in the party, and then went into the study with her subordinates.

"In short, this matter should be handled in a low-key manner, and we will discuss it after Mr. Vice President wakes up."

Hamlin came up with an idea, "We can't let Dow throw the blame back, and you'd better get rid of the fluorescent agent from now on."

"I'm the product spokesperson..." Song Ya smiled wryly.

"If you want to give up the 20 million preparations, your character design can't be broken, and this spokesperson doesn't matter. We are about to start preparing for crisis public relations." Goodman picked up the microphone and called Eli, a crisis public relations expert.

The Michels, businessmen, and politicians all left in the early hours of the morning, and the remaining Hollywood men and women continued to revel, and the party continued until the next morning.

"You scumbag..."

Amy was drunk and staggered to find Song Ya, who had just received the news that Dow's vice president had woken up, and hurried out, "My clothes, a piece of clothes I left in the cloakroom It's gone... woo woo woo..."

She threw herself on Song Ya and hiccupped at the same time. Her thin and limp body, her cheeks were flushed, and she slipped straight down.

"Uh, Amy, you're drunk, don't drink so much in the future." Song Ya supported her, "Mike, send her to the guest room to rest."

"Ruthless bastard, I miss you so much..."

"Come on, Amy." Old Mike helped the girl who was already talking raving in a daze.

Song Ya shook his head, and when Old Mike came back, the group got into his bulletproof Mercedes and rushed to the private hospital not far away.

The hospitals near Highland Park serve the wealthy, needless to say about the environment and medical conditions.

"I'm looking for Mr. Vice President." Song Ya led people to the nurse's station outside the cardiovascular ward, and announced the name of the vice president to a nurse on duty wearing braces.

When I was in such an anxious mood, the apocalypse of the movie clip came. It was the movie between Xiao Lizi and Amy. Xiao Lizi seemed to be looking for someone too.

"follow me."

The nurse on duty led the way, and Song Ya shook her head, putting aside this apocalypse and leaving it alone.

"No smoking here!"

As soon as the nurse came in, she saw the bare-bottomed vice president. This old white man was smoking a cigar as if nothing had happened. He had just taken off his hospital gown and was about to change into the formal suit he wore last night.

"go out!"

The vice president, whose left hand was still connected to the IV tube, yelled at the nurse, "I know my old problem, and I know how to deal with him!"

"In the hospital, you have to follow the doctor's orders and lie down quickly." The nurse on duty stepped forward and tried to push him back to the bed.

"Oh, Fxxk! Get out of the way!"

The vice president pushed the nurse on duty away like a furious lion, and the several Dow chemical attachés standing in the ward were all silent, "Go to the doctor! Don't bother me, I'm going to be discharged soon! This is not where I should stay." The place!"

The little nurse turned and left angrily.

"Mr. Vice President, you should take a good rest now." Song Ya persuaded.

"The reason for my illness is that I rest too much. I shouldn't go to your damn party! Only work can cure me!" The old man lifted his pants and said loudly, "Bring me my shirt!"

His valet handed him the shirt and graciously helped him hold the cigar he was biting.

"Rich people these days are like sissies! They don't understand what it means to be a real old-fashioned capitalist!"

The vice president was cursing, his voice became like a jackal due to excitement, "How did Frick, the chairman of Carnegie Steel Company (the coke king of the United States) do it? Huh? He was shot twice and stabbed twice by the workers. I went back to work immediately after opening my eyes, it was them! Those great men built the country of America! Protected capitalism!"

"The strike at the Carnegie Steel Plant at the end of the last century?" Eli, who followed Song Ya, frowned. "A dozen workers died that time, and several Pinkerton detectives hired by the factory..."

"Shut up! You! Get out of my room!" the vice president yelled at him.

"Okay, don't get excited, be careful that your heart will burst." Eli raised his hands with a manipulative smile, slowly exited the ward, and helped close the door intimately.

"We want to block the news about APLUS. You don't want to answer any questions about fluorescent agents recently. It's best to keep a low profile so that no one else can see it." The vice president said.

"But my movie is about to be released..."

Song Ya watched him calmly, trying to see if Dow was going to choose to directly breach the contract and not take responsibility, as Hamlin was worried about, as if not for the time being? This is good news.

"It's okay, just promote your shitty movie more, talk about it non-stop, fill your fans' brains, just stop talking about Bahn's business, and leave the rest to us."

The old man put his shirt on halfway, and pointed to the small TV set in the corner of the ward, "Is that Bichi one of yours? You are responsible, and let her shut up!"

"who?"

Song Ya's line of sight was blocked by the attendant, who stepped aside and turned up the volume of the TV.

It's Zoe Barnes, she's a guest on CUU's financial show, "This paper from the New England Journal of Medicine could cause a tsunami for the nascent civilian light stick market..." She's still so well-dressed and photogenic , Comparing all the CUU hostesses on the same stage.

"Is it a replay?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes." replied the attendant.

"Call her." Song Ya asked Goodman to call Zoe Barnes, who was quickly connected.

"Miss Barnes, maybe you shouldn't have said that in front of the media."

"Freedom of the press? Have you made a mistake? My client..."

Goodman had no choice but to put down the phone before finishing his second sentence, "Hung up."

"If we can't do it, we will ignore you APLUS." The vice president warned.

"Give me. "

Song Ya asked for the mobile phone expressionlessly, and while dialing the number of Doug, the assistant in the office of Congressman Underwood, walked out of the ward and found a secluded corner at the end of the corridor, "Doug, our mutual reporter friend seems to be because of Career progress has made me a little smug."

"I see, I will contact you later." Doug hung up the phone.

Back in the ward, there were a few more people from Dow, all of whom seemed to be senior executives, "The Massachusetts Omniglow Chemical, which cooperated with the paper and kept hinting about our products in the media, has a complicated equity relationship with Benzi Capital. They are preparing to Introducing new light stick products with different reaction formulas."

"A group of insidious villains, this is another Pearl Harbor incident!" The vice president was furious again, "I didn't expect that they had already planted the bomb in the mainland of the United States this time!"

"cough."

Didn't you guys do it first? Hearing this, Song Ya almost laughed on the spot, and covered it up by lowering her head and coughing.

"Okay, let's go to war!"

The vice president's shirt couldn't be pulled out, and was blocked by the infusion tube on his left hand. "Ah!" He pulled out the needle directly, and didn't even give up the fluid. paper, and then no discussion in the media is allowed, I want absolute silence! The class action lawsuit initiated by the little girl’s parents also supports them to continue fighting.”

"Let's do it." The executive who just came in replied.

He finally put on his shirt and lifted the old-fashioned suspenders on his trousers, "Have you dealt with that reporter yet? APLUS."

"It's done." Song Ya replied.

"very good……"

With the help of his entourage, he put on his suit and strode out again with a cigar in his mouth. "What hot topics are popular in the mass media recently? The MJ case? The Fed raised interest rates? In short, don't let them relax..."