CHAPTER 473: CHAPTER 196: THE SU FAMILY’S CRISIS

"Fei Qing?" Yan Wuxu said somewhat aggrievedly: "Qing Chang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I’m not talking nonsense. Old Wang saw it too; earlier, you and Fei Qing were sitting in a car," Su Qingzhang recalled, having just walked up and checked each room. The newly built villa, although structurally complete, did not contain much large furniture, making it impossible to overlook a conspicuous person like Fei Qing. He must still be in the villa.

"I met Young Master Fei halfway, and he gave me a ride since he was also checking houses nearby. He has long since left," Yan Wuxu defended himself, cursing in his heart that he must deal with Secretary Wang for tipping others off.

"Met halfway, in such a big Mo City, you could meet anyone, and you just happened to meet your old flame, Fei Qing?" Su Qingzhang, angered, banged his cane several times, puncturing several dents into the fine floorboards.

"Since you already know, I won’t hide it from you," Yan Wuxu suddenly confessed, surprising both Su Qingzhang and Secretary Wang.

"I did arrange to meet with Mr. Fei, but it’s not what you think. I arranged the meeting to buy a house from him at a more favorable price. This house is meant for our family of three," Yan Wuxu said, walking next to Su Qingzhang, took the cane from his hand, and led him toward the living room with a wide view.

A balcony stretching out five or six meters wide. Approaching noon, the blinding sun was already directly overhead at sea level, making it hard to keep one’s eyes open.

The sea was on the other side of the villa, blocked by a tall building standing between the villa and the sea, already about seventy floors high. In another half year, a hundred-floor skyscraper will appear in front.

"Golden Coast?" Su Qingzhang released the cane and Yan Wuxu leading him.

"Yes, Qing Chang, that over there is Golden Coast. I thought you would like this villa, so I purchased it on my own," Yan Wuxu said, watching the cane and its unwitting owner part ways, a smile trace his lips. Men are always deceived by appearances.

It’s not just his Su Qingzhang’s "Golden Coast"; in the near future, it will also belong to Yan Wuxu’s "Golden Coast."

"Chairman, the view here isn’t the clearest. Let’s go upstairs and take a look," Secretary Wang came out, raised his head, saw the spire, and spoke gravely.

In the meeting room, all the managerial staff of Su Family were mulling deeply. Many here had dedicated half their lifetimes to the great vessel of Su Family which was now facing stormy seas, every person trying their hardest to think of solutions.

The absence of Su Qingzhang and Chang Mei at this meeting left it lacking its core, with several senior managers scoffing at the suggestions raised by Su Ziceng.

"To announce this publicly is suicidal," Manager Liao from the Public Relations Department was the first to disagree, "It would ruin the safety production and corporate responsibility image painstakingly built by Su Family over the years."

Quite a few agreed with Manager Liao, all uniformly of the view that Su Ziceng was naive, finding it easy to capture but hard to maintain. From a small private company to a private behemoth comparable to a Fortune 500 company, it was not something this wet-behind-the-ears youngster could understand.

"It’s easy to ruin a reputation, but how long would it take and how much would it cost to rebuild and promote a corporate image," Manager Fang from the Planning Department also disagreed, considering how many planners would have to work overtime to create a good corporate image strategy.

"So, what do you plan to do?" Su Ziceng did not immediately counter, but signaled that anyone refuting her suggestion should come up with a more viable plan.

"First, establish a public crisis team, with each department preparing an emergency response, and once the chairman signs and stamps approval, we can then contact the accident site," explained the Planning Department, always particularly quick with procedural decisions that didn’t require additional overtime.

"Good idea, then wait until the issue fades, compensate the families, spend as little as possible, and then just let it be without any improvements, right?" Su Ziceng stood up, overturning her previously conciliatory attitude completely.

She raised her hand, intending to point at the old employees, but thinking better of it, she lowered her hand, "Do you think, in an incident where over a dozen people died, how likely is it that we can keep it hushed up?"