She was filled with worry.
Qing Muyue was not in the country at this time. If anything else happened, Meng Jingwei truly worried if Zhuo Rui Technology could continue to hold on.
Unexpectedly, Lan Shu on the other end of the phone smiled, "You should check Weibo first."
After Lan Shu hung up, Meng Jingwei immediately opened Weibo. The hot searches about Zhuo Rui Technology were as many as ten.
She casually clicked on one, and only after seeing the news content did Meng Jingwei's anxious heart finally settle.
Clicking on a few more related hot search news, a smile already appeared on her panicked face.
Meng Jingwei then browsed the comments...
"Zhuo Rui Technology is awesome."
"Amazing! Proving everything with strength. Unconditional returns within half a year, not to mention their extraordinary confidence in their own products."
"I believe in Zhuo Rui Technology."
"Malicious competition from peers, truly no bottom line, shameless."
"Invincible public relations."
"Has it been whitewashed already?"
"I think it should be fine, otherwise Zhuo Rui Technology wouldn't dare to say 'unconditional returns and refunds within half a year'."
"Trust you one more time."
...
Scrolling through the comments, the heavy stone pressing on Meng Jingwei's heart finally lifted.
She leaned back against the car seat, looking at the warm sun in the sky, and smiled knowingly.
Finally, the clouds parted to reveal the moon.
Fortunately, she was stopped by Song Jun in Country C that day, otherwise she would still be on her way to the Hidden Clan.
As Qing Muyue said, perhaps she really should trust him more.
Meng Jingwei took out her phone, intending to call Qing Muyue, but thinking that he was likely still busy, she sent a message instead: [You handled Zhuo Rui Technology's matters very well.]
Ring ring ring—
At this moment, a WeChat voice call came through. It was Qing Muyue.
Meng Jingwei immediately answered the voice call, "A Ye? Did you see Weibo? Your company's public relations capabilities are really strong. Everything has been sorted out."
On the other end of the phone, Qing Muyue smiled gently, "I know."
"You know? You mean... you were the one doing the 'public relations'?" Meng Jingwei believed he had absolute capabilities.
The man chuckled and changed the subject, "I'm already on the plane. Wait for me when I get back."
"So soon?" Meng Jingwei was a little delighted, "Okay, I'll wait for you at home tonight." It seemed she couldn't join the cast for filming on this trip to the film city and would have to wait two more days.
She might as well take this opportunity to spend more time with Qing Muyue.
"What, you don't want me back?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Meng Jingwei chided him, and then as if thinking of something, she couldn't help but sigh, "We've only solved a small problem. I don't know what methods Fleyk will use next. A Ye, can you really handle it?"
The company's crisis was resolved.
But countless manufactured crises still awaited them.
Meng Jingwei feared even more that Zhuo Rui Technology would use a 'boiling frog in warm water' approach to wear down Qing Muyue.
"When the soldiers come, we'll block them; when the water comes, we'll cover it. Don't worry too much," he comforted her.
"Okay," Meng Jingwei nodded, "Tell me in advance when you arrive in Lan Cheng, and I'll pick you up at the airport."
"Okay. Bye~" Qing Muyue hung up the voice call.
Meng Jingwei sat in the car for a while, and the earlier joy instantly vanished.
Then, she sent a text message to Zhang Hui: [No need to keep an eye on Qing Muyue anymore. Go back to work properly. Thank you for your hard work.]
She had asked Zhang Hui to keep an eye on Qing Muyue last night, and there hadn't been any information until now.
Meng Jingwei didn't overthink it; after all, with Qing Muyue's abilities, it was extremely difficult for anyone to track him easily.