From the onset of the vice president to the time he was picked up by ambulance, it took only ten minutes before and after, and during this time, Song Ya's mood was like a roller coaster, up and down several times.

At the beginning, his first reaction was that he was finished, and last year's swear that he kept in front of the media that 'Barnes fluorescent agent is harmless' will become his own talisman in turn? There must be a bunch of class action lawsuits, huge compensation, and media hunts one after another......

At that time, the complicated eyes of the guests looking at him were also understood by him as schadenfreude and pity, so Fei also found an excuse to escape.

When Goodman shouted in his ear, 'We don't have any legal responsibility,' he immediately came to his senses, yes! Tell yourself about the birds!? If the victim wants to sue Barn Company, it is now wholly owned by Dow, and the trouble is all theirs!

In an instant, there was the ecstasy of escaping life, so dangerous! Sold three months late, I'm afraid that now I'm afraid that I will faint on 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 Bilder gave the answer, and he was straightforward and firm in his attitude, and listened to himself! Speed up the go-to-market process!

"Are you sure?" He asked Terry Beard.

"I think your point of view makes more sense." Terry Bild said.

What is the truth? It doesn't matter, he decided anyway......

However, Song Ya's heart immediately hung again, the general manager of Barn Company was very familiar with this place, and he also quietly touched the study and told himself that the multi-nuclear aromatic hydrocarbon in the doctoral dissertation in the book was the catalyst that the fluorescent agent factory had been using.

“FXXK YOU！” Song Ya scolded him, which was equivalent to what he had smeared on his face before......

"Don't be angry with APLUS, it's just a paper, it's easy to refute." The general manager of Bath explained: "And there is no point in talking about the harm out of the dose, the catalyst content is very small, and the reaction is ...... 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's still one lying outside." ”

"Well, but it's all bad news."

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

"Not necessarily."

Hamlin walked in with a frown, "Dow doesn't necessarily have to be responsible for acquiring businesses in the past, they have done so many times in history. ”

“WTF？” Song Ya's heart sank again, "Goodman said that I made this clear in the terms of my deal with Dow. ”

"If the cost of the breach is justified, they risk simply declaring that they are not responsible, distracting some of the victims' collective litigation goals and energy on us, and then dragging it on...... They used this trick in the plutonium dust pollution incident, and they dared to do anything that the pot was thrown to the US government. ”

Hamlin poured cold water on him, "And your previous words and deeds that claimed that fluorescents were harmless could easily be caught. ”

At this time, the ambulance came, and Song Ya had to go out again, and in full view of everyone, he cooperated with them to cooperate with the ambulance personnel to send the vice president of Dow to the car.

"APLUS, WHAT'S WRONG?"

Michelle and her husband came at this time, and bumped into Song Ya at the door.

"One of the guests had a heart attack."

Song Ya pretended to smile lightly: "It should be fine, come in, have fun......"

Back at the party site, Linda had already asked the party service company to clean up the broken wine glasses and stains on the floor, and the guests were basically playing and socializing except for their private guesses. There were so many energetic young men and women dancing out of my life crew at the party, and businessmen and politicians alike didn't mind staying a little longer.

But there is one person who can't be hidden, and that is Claire.

"Mr. Vice President, he had a heart attack and it was related to the news just now, right? Are there any hidden dangers in your fluorescent products? She immediately approached and asked.

"Well, it's not our fluorescent product, it's Dow's." Song Ya cleared up 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 Barn Company to deal with it.

"I'll look for a chance to see him." But Claire is not so easy to fool, she looked at Song Ya with a suspicious gaze, and left the party early.

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

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

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

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

"If you want to give up the preparation of 20 million, your personality can't collapse, and this spokesperson doesn't do it. We're going to start preparing for crisis PR. Goodman picked up the microphone and called Eli, a crisis communications specialist.

The Michelles, businessmen, and politicians left their homes around the wee hours of the morning, and the Hollywood men and women who stayed behind continued to party, and the party continued until the next morning.

"You scumbag......

Amy was drunk, and staggered to find Song Ya, who had a night meeting, and had just received the news that the vice president of Dow had woken up, and was hurrying out, "My clothes, none of the clothes I left in the cloakroom...... Woowoo woo ......"

She burped at the same time as she fell on top of Song Ya, her thin and some body was soft, her cheeks were red, and she slipped straight down.

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

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

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

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

The hospitals near Highland Park are for the wealthy, not to mention the environment and medical conditions.

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

When I was anxious about this mood, I also came to the apocalypse of the movie clip, or the scene between Xiao Lizi and Amy, Xiao Lizi seemed to be looking for someone, Amy was sitting in a nurse's uniform, also wearing braces.

"Follow me."

The nurse on duty led the way in front, and Song Ya shook her head and put this apocalypse aside first, ignoring it.

"No smoking here!"

As soon as the nurse entered, she saw the bare-bottomed vice president, an old white man with a cigar in his mouth, who had just taken off his hospital gown and was about to change into the formal suit he had worn last night.

"Get out!"

The vice president, who still had an infusion tube attached to his left hand, yelled at the nurse, "I know my old problem, I know how to deal with him!" ”

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

"Oh, Fxxk! Get out of the way! ”

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

The little nurse turned away in a huff.

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

"The reason I'm sick is that I'm resting too much and I shouldn't be going to your goddamn party! Only work can heal me! The old man lifted his pants and said in a loud voice, "Bring me my shirt!" ”

His attaché handed him the shirt and took care of the cigar he was biting.

"Rich people nowadays are like! They don't understand what a real old-school capitalist is! ”

The vice president scolded, and his voice became like a jackal because of excitement, "What did Carnegie Steel Chairman Flick (the king of coke in the United States) do?" Well? He was shot twice and stabbed twice by the workers, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he immediately returned to work, it was them! Those great men of theirs built the country of rice! Capitalism is guarded! ”

"The strike at Carnegie Steel at the end of the last century?" Eli, who came with Song Ya, frowned, "More than a dozen workers died that time, and there were several Pinkerton detectives hired by the factory......"

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

"Well, don't get excited, be careful that your heart bursts." Eli raised his hands with a playful smile and slowly exited the room, and thoughtfully closed the door.

"We're going to block the news APLUS, you don't have to answer any questions about fluorescents lately, it's better 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 calmly observed him, trying to see if Dow was ready to choose to directly breach the contract and not be held responsible, as Hamlin feared, as if it would not be for the time being? That's the good news.

"It's okay, promote your broken movie more, talk about it non-stop, fill the brains of your fans, just don't talk nonsense about Barne's business, and we'll take care of the rest."

The old man half-folded his shirt and pointed to the small TV in the corner of the ward, "Is that Bichi your person?" It's up to you to keep her mouth shut! ”

"Who?"

Song Ya's vision was blocked by the attaché, and the other party stepped out of the way and turned up the volume of the TV.

It's Zoe Barnes, who is a guest on CUU's financial show, "This paper in the New England Journal of Medicine could cause a tsunami for the burgeoning civilian glowstick market...... "She is still dressed so appropriately and very photogenic, comparing the CUU hostesses on the same stage."

"Is it a replay?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes." The attaché replied.

"Call her." Songya asked Goodman to dial Zoe Barnes, who was quickly connected.

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

"Freedom of the press? Are you getting something wrong? My delegator ......"

Goodman reluctantly put down the phone before he could finish his second sentence, "I'm hung up." ”

"If you can't do it, we won't care about you, APLUS." Vice President warned.

"Give it to me."

Song Ya asked for her mobile phone with a blank face, and while dialing Doug, the assistant in Councillor Underwood's office, she walked out of the ward and found a secluded corner at the end of the corridor, "Doug, our mutual journalist friend seems to have become a little flustered because of the progress in his career. ”

"I see, I'll get back to you later." Doug hung up.

Back in the ward, there were a few more people at Dow, who seemed to be executives, "The company that has been hinting in the media that our product Massachusetts Omniglow Chemical has a complex equity relationship with Benzi Capital, and they are preparing to launch a new glow stick product with different reactions." ”

"A bunch of sinister villains, this is another Pearl Harbor incident!" The vice president was furious again, "I didn't expect that this time they have already buried the bomb in the United States!" ”

"Ahem."

Didn't you do it first? Hearing this, Song Ya almost laughed on the spot, and covered it up with a cough bowing his head.

"Alright, let's go to war!"

The vice president's shirt couldn't be put out, and it was blocked by the infusion tube on his left hand, "Ah! He directly pulled out the needle, and simply didn't even lose the liquid, "Question it, refute it!" Stink that paper in the academic world, and then there is no discussion in the media, I want absolute silence! The class-action lawsuit filed by the little girl's parents also supports them to continue. ”

"We'll do it." The executive who just came in replied.

He finally put on his shirt and pulled up the old-fashioned straps from his pants, "Did you get the reporter?" APLUS。 ”

"That's it." Song Ya replied.

"Good, good ......"

With the help of his attaché, he put on his suit and strode out with his cigar in his mouth again, "What's the hot topic in the mass media lately?" MJ case? Fed rate hike? In short, don't let them sit idle......"