Chapter 19

Crisis public relations is urgent.

As soon as the meeting was over, Luke began to arrange relevant personnel. Unfortunately, the company didn't have such talents. The boss had to go on the stage in person. A statement with nearly a thousand words was published on the official website. The language was not very beautiful, but it was very logical.

The first half describes the process of the incident. Apology and reflection are left in the middle, and only a few lines pass. Then there are future planning and remedial measures to prevent such incidents from happening again.

The content is very substantial. At first glance, it looks sincere. If you look at it carefully, you can find four words: avoid the heavy and take the light.

These four words are also the essence.

What is crisis public relations?

To put it bluntly, it is to dye the black into the gray, and wipe the gray out of sight. If you keep on blackening, for fear that other people don't know what bad things you have done, it's not called crisis public relations, it's called public relations crisis.

After the release of the statement, many showme users spontaneously reprinted it on the Internet through various channels, forming a trend of running water. After learning the news, the whole company was boiling, and the morale of employees rose sharply.

There are many things that come out of hard work, and public recognition is actually a very happy thing.

With the help of users, the crisis of public opinion will be eased slightly.

Luke can finally make time for the FBI.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the FBI agent headed by Roger Cassius arrived at showme headquarters on time.

"Hello, I see you again."

"Yes, we meet again. It's less than a week since we last met. Something happened to your company again. Last time it was superhuman, this time it was terrorist. I don't know what will become in the future."

Lukpi said with a smile,

"Mr. Cassius is really joking. Showme is a legal company, and its employees are law-abiding citizens. They will never do anything illegal."

"If an employee is a law-abiding citizen, the boss may not."

If Roger Cassius seemed to have a point, he stepped forward and said, "no matter what you come from or what your intentions are, I'll find out this time. Don't try to muddle through."

Then she went to the conference room first, followed by Emily. When she passed by Luke, her eyelids didn't lift, as if they had never met.

Woman! It's all eel!

"Boss, we seem to be being targeted by the FBI." Charlie said anxiously,

"it's not the FBI, it's Roger Cassius."

"We haven't done anything wrong. Why is that guy pestering us?"

"You should ask the old man that."

Charlie was stunned. "You mean he knows our relationship with Hongmen."

Luke looked up at the sky, his eyes full of the pain of caring for the mentally retarded, "do you think the FBI are all idiots? How can they have no information about the existence of the old man? It's not only him, but all the files of the high-level and family members of Hongmen are registered in the FBI. "

"What about me? They have my information, too? "

Luke really doesn't want to answer this stupid question,

"what's going on in Chinatown?"

"I've just sent a text message, and I've arranged it. But the master Qi said that if you want to ask him for help next time, you have to go in person." After a pause, Charlie suggested in a low voice, "I think it's better to visit the master of Qi hall sometime. After all, metropolis is his jurisdiction, so we can't hide all the time."

"Go, you go."

With a cold snort, Luke tidied up his suit and strode to the conference room.

Cindy, they have got ready, and Luke doesn't talk much nonsense. He goes straight to the computer and puts a picture of a young man with obvious Middle Eastern characteristics on the big screen.

"Ibn Abul sangi Rahman sarin, the owner of the social account [ferrous metal], is an Arab American. He signed up for showme one month ago and then released 23 pieces of information including text, pictures and videos. Most of them are related to food. By the way, I forgot to explain that his job is a cook."

"Due to the confidentiality agreement, I can't disclose more information here. If you want to know, you can contact him. Of course, if you need technical assistance, I can send staff to help, free of charge."

"I'm done, Mr. Cassius. What else do you want?"

Roger Cassius burst out laughing, with an undisguised sarcasm on his cold face,

"this is what you call help? A picture! Dozens of useless messages! Luke Shaw, let me remind you that Ibn apul sangi Rahman sarin is from the Middle East and a member of a polar terrorist organization involved in the torture and killing of women. Do you know what your behavior just means?

You are shielding him and covering for him, so that your company will not be involved. I know you too well. You can't do anything for money! "

In a word, showme employees on the scene suddenly changed their face. In the United States, there is one thing that can never be touched, that is, terrorism. Once they are labeled, they will never turn over.Cindy immediately stood up,

"please pay attention to the words, sir. Showme will never become a tool for spreading terrorism, nor will it cover up any criminals."

Roger Cassius ignored everything, just looked at Luke,

"if you don't want to be an accomplice, just give me the information about him and his family and friends. This is an order."

Luke frowned slightly and said in a deep voice,

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cassius, the company doesn't have the information you want. Even if it does, I won't give it to you. Ibn apule sangi Rahman sarin is only a suspect, and there is no evidence to show that he is involved in criminal activities. Before the actual crime is determined, he is protected by the constitution, and you have no right to deprive him of his personal rights. ”

Roger sneered, "eloquence is good, you can apply to be his defense lawyer, he will not object."

After being provoked for many times, Luke's temper also came up,

"sorry, I don't have that interest and time."

"Another thing I want to remind you is that the place where Ibn released information for the first 23 times was Brooklyn, using the same computer, but the video released this morning was Gotham, using another computer. Is there any doubt? Don't wrong the good guys, let alone miss the bad guys."

After a pause, he sneered,

"although you often do this."

Poof!

Charlie almost laughs. Rowan and Cindy smile, saying in secret: the boss is the boss. They dare to mock them in front of the FBI, and they are not afraid of each other's anger.

Luke motioned to Charlie, who took out the U-disk and put it on the table.

"All the information is in it. This is everything showme can provide. If you feel that it is not enough, please show us the White House's authorization document, and we will give corresponding help according to the content of the document."

"If it's all right, that's all for today, Charlie. See off!"

Charlie got up and opened the conference room door.

Roger took a deep look at Luke, got up and left. When he got to the door, he turned back and said,

"Luke Shaw, don't think you can do whatever you want. This is a metropolis, not a seaside city. I will definitely find out about this. I won't wrongly a good man, let alone a bad man. No matter what identity and origin that bad man is, I won't let him go!"

When a cruel word was dropped, the atmosphere became tense immediately. Luke grinned his teeth, said nothing, and waved the staff back to work.

……

After leaving showme, Roger Cassius went straight to Ibn's house in Brooklyn. When he got there, no one was found. He heard from his neighbor that Ibn had left with some strangers in sunglasses two hours ago.

When Roger heard the news, he kicked his foot on the wall and scolded the words he couldn't hear.

Emily opened her mouth several times, and finally chose to be silent. Just now, she received a text message from Luke, asking her to go to the bar to talk about things. Originally, she was going to talk about the text message. Seeing the captain's appearance, she thought about it, but let it go.

At 6 p.m., as soon as work was over, Emily drove to Brooklyn and stopped in front of a bar called red devil.

As it was not evening, there were not many people in the bar. Emily saw the young man beside the bar at a glance.

Today's Luke is different from before. He doesn't wear a suit, but a casual dress. He has white sports shoes, dark casual pants, purple shirt, a silver Constantine watch in his left hand, and a golden Bulgari ring in his right hand. He looks handsome, fashionable and luxurious, which is not suitable for a shabby bar.

When he saw Emily, Luke welcomed her with a smile,

"sweetheart, thank you for not letting me drink here for two hours."

"Don't call me sweetheart. Your sweetheart is Ivan Donald, not me."

With these words, Emily immediately regretted, glared at him angrily, sat down in an empty chair and said, "what can I do for you?"

"There are business and private matters. Which one should I say first?"

"Private business!"

"I miss you. I want to meet you and have a chat."

"Let's talk about business."

With a sigh of disappointment, Luke took a picture out of his pocket and put it on the table.

"Ibn apul sangi Rahman sarin, you should not forget it!"

Emily was shocked and said, "you..."

Luke said quietly, "yes, I had him taken away."

Emily immediately stood up and growled,

"what are you going to do? It's against the law, you know?"

"I have to."

Luke looked into each other's eyes and said, "I don't believe in Roger Cassius. You know better than me about the character of that guy. If he gets Ibn, he may do something terrible. The whole FBI, I only believe in you, and only you can find out the truth."

Emily's expression was so complicated that she didn't know what to say for a moment. There was something swaying in her heart. After a while, she calmed down. She sighed helplessly and said,"Where are the people?"

"Come with me."

One by one, they left the back door of the bar, bypassed the dark and damp street, and came to a dilapidated building,

"when they got to the place, don't speak, do as I said."

Pushing open the heavy iron door of the basement, they came to a dimly lit room.

Ibn apul sangi Rahman sarin is here, waiting anxiously.