After the King hung up, Jiang Siming put Nancy's phone down, pulled her into his arms, and gently comforted her for a while.
Nancy still felt guilty, so she picked up her phone again, posted on Gulu Weibo, and simultaneously shared it on Instagram, Facebook, and other global social platforms.
In that post, Nancy had no intention of defending the company from her own country. The entire thing was a furious condemnation of the enterprise.
She tore the company apart, criticized it as worthless, and declared that it was playing with fire and bringing about its own destruction. Sooner or later, it would be finished.
Only after posting the statement did Nancy feel somewhat relieved. Not long afterward, sleepiness overtook her, and she returned to her room to sleep.
Since his wives refused to let him cultivate, Jiang Siming had no choice but to lie bored on the bed and read the news.
The funniest part was that, besides this company, several other well-known enterprises had actually followed suit.
The matter was now causing a tremendous uproar.
Even the buzz from Jiang Siming's recent championship had been instantly eclipsed. The entire internet was now flooded with this incident.
Jiang Siming couldn't help sneering when he saw this.
These capitalists were all profit-driven, adept at distorting right and wrong, and ungrateful bastards who repaid kindness with malice.
He could be certain that someone was pulling the strings behind this affair.
Otherwise, these privately owned companies, which had always enjoyed smooth sailing, would never have done something that destroyed their own interests.
There was no need to mention how enormous the profits in China's market were. No company would dare offend it casually.
Someone must have incited them and promised them enormous benefits, making them willing to take this risk. They would