"Damn, someone really burned your publishing house?"

After Guo Dalu received Jiang Dongliu's phone call, he was taken aback, "What are you kidding? They are gathering a crowd to make trouble and are breaking the law! If they really want to burn it, they will be held legally responsible!"

Jiang Dongliu's tone was a little anxious, "The feces have been splashed on the gate, what else are these guys afraid to do? These readers are a little crazy!"

Guo Dalu said: "You are stupid, call the police!"

Jiang Dongliu said: "I have already called the police, and these people are confronting the police! A few guys seem to be big bosses, and they are holding loudspeakers and shouting vigorously, saying that if they really burn down the newspaper, they will be responsible for ten times the compensation! Our president was a little moved when he heard this, and he is considering not letting these people burn ......."

Guo Dalu: "...... You president want to make this money too?"

Jiang Dongliu smiled bitterly: "Our president looks at money more than his wife, he can really do this!"

He said to Guo Dalu: "The police are dissuading these people, the guy who splashed the feces has been controlled, but this is not a big deal, it is estimated that the detention will be released in a few days, these people are not afraid at all, if they come to make trouble every three or five times, who can stand it!"

Guo Dalu thought about it, splashing feces and smashing glass are all small things, even if the perpetrator is caught and fined for a few days at most, the damage caused is very great, and if it goes on like this, no company can continue to operate.

Fortunately, the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House is in Baolan City, which is Guo Dalu's territory, and this matter is easy to solve.

He thought for a moment, "This thing is easy to do, no one will make trouble in the future!"

Jiang Dongliu was suspicious: "What should you do? Do you want to say it on Weibo? To appease the readers?"

Guo Dalu said: "Don't worry, I'll deal with the rest!"

Jiang Dongliu stood in the office and looked at the noisy crowd outside the window, and said in his heart: "Even the police are not easy to deal with, what can you do kid?"

At this time, outside the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House, hundreds of people pulled banners and raised their hands against the publishing house in protest.

More than two dozen policemen with riot shields kept the group out, and one policeman held a megaphone to dissuade the crowd:

"Calm down, everyone!

"You are doing this illegally, and you will be held legally responsible!"

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to storm a publishing house for the sake of reading? What's the difference between a madman and a madman?"

"As a reader of Guo Dalu, I understand everyone's feelings, but don't use violence to solve the problem, you can go to the Internet to vent......"

When Jiang Dongliu's colleague He Chunsheng heard the policeman's speech, he said angrily: "What is this? What is this? Is there a policeman who says that?"

Jiang Dongliu hurriedly reassured He Chunsheng, "Don't be angry, don't be angry! This must be an auxiliary police! An auxiliary policeman, the quality is low, that is a certainty! Haven't you watched the news, as long as the police have an accident, they must all be auxiliary police!"

He Chunsheng's fat body trembled vigorously, and he pointed to a group of people outside the window, "Are these readers crazy? It's just a book to read, is it necessary to be so excited? Well? There are many tragedies in this world, why don't you see them attacking the publishing houses that publish them? Just come to us to find trouble!"

Jiang Dongliu said: "That's because their works have too little influence!"

He smiled bitterly at He Chunsheng and said, "It seems that Dalu has provoked the anger of the public in the last few books!"

He Chunsheng scolded: "It's only the readers of martial arts who are so impulsive, you look at the readers of traditional literature, who would do such an irrational thing?"

Jiang Dongliu looked helpless, "Isn't this nonsense? The audience is different, and the reaction must be different!"

At this time, a TV reporter had already run over, the cameraman turned on the camera and pointed at the noisy crowd, and a young reporter stood in front of the camera with an excited face, "The incident of Guo Dalu hurting each other, which has been making a lot of noise on the Internet recently, has developed to this day, and a big thing has finally been brewing! Now in front of the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House, a group of emotional readers are gathering, and they are protesting against the publishing house's publication of Guo Dalu's works. ”

"Some readers have already done radical behavior, the cameraman please point the camera at the gate of the publishing house, yes, do you see it, the current gate of the publishing house has been splashed with feces by angry readers, the gate is stinking, the scene is simply miserable, vomiting ......"

The reporter was about to say something, but the crowd nearby had already spotted the reporter and the camera.

"There are reporters!"

"Damn, don't let him photograph us!"

", if this is on TV, we will be embarrassed!"

"Blind the reporter!"

"What's the paste?"

"Xiao Li, Xiao Wu, the you are carrying in your hand can play a role!"

"Throw it over!"

"Oh!"

At the scene, a group of young people and a few people carried a few bags of dung that never spilled out, these young people were like plague gods, who saw and hid in the crowd, none of them dared to stare at them, they were afraid of the organic weapons in their pockets.

These young people also felt disgusted with their feces and urine, but the boss didn't speak, and they didn't dare to throw it, so they just stood there frowning and endured, and when they heard the boss's order, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, and threw the in their hands to the reporters and cameramen in front of them, and shouted: "Look at the hidden weapon!"

Several large plastic bags turned into a few yellow lights in the air, and went straight to the reporter and camera, and two bags were thrown off, sparing half a circle in the air, and covering the heads of everyone at the scene.

Before it fell, the stench was already blowing in my face.

Wow!

Everyone was more frightened than they were at the sight of bombs, grenades, and terrorists, and they quickly dispersed screaming, "Fuck, be careful with shit!"

"Don't splash Lao Tzu!"

"Oops, run!"

"Wori, your own people!"

This time there was no need for the police to rush, and a group of people were shocked, running faster than mad dogs, and even running into the distance.

When the reporter and the camera on the side hadn't reacted yet, suddenly fell from the sky.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several plastic bags were smashed on their heads with the sound of the wind, and the contents were not bad at all, and they were all over the place.

There were also a few reporters next to him who were not spared, watching the "hidden weapon" flying in, their faces were frightened, and they didn't even want a camera, pouting their butts and running faster than the female orangutan.

"Gross!"

"Gross!"

"Gross!"

Either the power of chemical weapons is great, whether it is running away or watching the play next to them, at this time they all vomit wildly, especially the most unlucky reporter and cameraman, the two of them are like, and the nearby crowd can't help but vomit after looking at it, and they no longer dare to stay where they are, and they all leave quickly.

The entrance of the publishing house, which was as lively as a temple fair just now, suddenly quieted down at this time, and only the stench was rising.

At this time, even the police could not stay any longer, and the riot shield was also spotted with cheap spots, and the smell was unbearable.

"Let's go, oh! Who threw the just now? Let me catch you, I'm going to kill you!

Several policemen shouted to the employees hiding in the publishing house: "Don't be stunned, come over with water, vomit!

In the evening, someone posted a shocking news on the Internet:

"Appalling! Shocking! Someone launched a 'feces and urine attack' on the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House in Baolan City, and there were dozens of victims!"