Qian Duoduo's vision went white.
Not since he took complete control of the company at age sixty had he ever been this furious.
The news online was like a barrage of bombs, shattering his nerves.
After reading through all the news and seeing the screenshots, he didn't even bother to contact Qian Song.
Because Qian Song wasn't just brainless; there was something fundamentally wrong with his brain.
He quickly contacted a trusted subordinate, gave him direct authority over the company, and ordered him to get the public relations department moving.
But this damage control was actually useless. So what if they managed to win back the public? So what if they whitewashed Qian Song's reputation? As long as Jiang Qiuqiu's fans already believed the story, as long as they had already downloaded New Star—the app that rebellious son of his had made—it was all too late.
Too late.
The loss of users was a massive problem.
It was too chaotic, too sudden, and the evidence was too solid.
