PR, shampooing, warm moments.

At the end of the day, Zhou Kai's stock was in the green, falling below the market's record low, and black employees, including three young whites and two yellows, were resigning in protest.

Simon, the deputy head of the PR department, has gone missing, leaving the head of the department to work his ass off.

He reached out to Zhou Kai, pleading in a tired tone, "Mr. Zhou, the situation is very serious, you can't keep hiding, apologizing is the only way."

Zhou Kai immediately exploded: "Apologize? For what? For these niggers? Can they go all the way to heaven?"

The minister's face was as bleak and green as the company's stock movements.

Zhou Kai slammed the table and cursed, "These niggers all think others owe them! I'm not white, I didn't kill their ancestors, I didn't do them any wrong, so who's in the way if I say I don't like it in private?"

The minister was sweating profusely and didn't know what to say.

Zhou Kai, of course, is aware of the political correctness of the white man's world, and how much he dislikes black people in private, but never in public.

He had been careful not to step over that line before, but this was a nationally publicized transgression, jumping back and forth across the line of discrimination and taking a big step forward.

Thinking about this, Zhou Kai's skin prickled and a mixture of hot and cold sweat dripped down.

But the more he did, the more he refused to admit he was wrong and couldn't.

The minister suggested with a broken heart, "If you are unwilling to step in, I think we can ask Mr. Shen to help. After all, this matter also involves Mr. Shen. If Mr. Shen is willing to put in a good word for you, he might be able to divert some of the public's attention ......."

If the Minister had not mentioned this, Zhou Kai would not have thought that Shen Zhangqing was involved.

On second thought, he felt his head ache even more, and with a careless wave of his hand, he said, "You go and contact him."

After observing him over the years, he was very relieved Shen Zhangqing, knowing that he had a door on his mouth and would not say anything blindly.

The Minister then contacted Shen Zhangqing.

In the minister's mind, Shen Zhangqing was a quiet and uninspired young man, a doddering flower that Zhou Kai had asked for.

His request on this call was therefore simple: to convince Shen Zhangqing to cooperate with him and hold a press conference according to the rhetoric he provided to show his support and understanding for Zhou Kai.

After the call was answered, he skipped the unnecessary pleasantries and asked single-handedly, "Mr. Shen, have you seen the video circulating on the internet?"

The voice on the other end of the line was a little muffled, "Well, see."

The minister thought to himself, "I'm sure I've known this for a long time.

He asked, "What do you think about this?"

Shen Zhangqing asked, "Which one?"

The minister's voice lurched, vaguely feeling a bit strange, but still warmly said, "It's that one incident where Mr. Zhou acted inappropriately, and I hope that you can offer your help. I have a statement here ......"

"Is this matter important?" Shen Zhangqing sniffled and asked.

The minister was slightly stunned.

Shen Zhangqing worried, "Compared to the matter of Mr. Zhou's cheating, another matter is more important, right?"

These words poked at the minister's heart, but he did not intend to take this matter and discuss it in detail with a doddering flower that could not be of any great use: "Mr. Shen, you can just take care of the part that you can take care of. We can handle the other elements, so please don't worry."

Shen Zhangqing's voice was slightly hesitant: "Really?"

The minister hastened to reinforce it, "You may rest assured."

"What time is the launch?"

"As soon as possible."

Shen Zhangqing obediently said, "I'll do whatever you want."

The minister breathed a sigh of relief, "Then Mr. Shen, I'll fax you the speech, so you can familiarize yourself with it as soon as possible, as well as any questions the reporters may ask, I've prepared them for you."

Hanging up the phone, Isong went to receive the fax.

And Chi Xiaochi, who was used as a puppet by everyone, dutifully played the role of a competent puppet, picking out what to wear and turning back to the bathroom to freshen up.

With 061's daily healing, his bone injuries were recovering well, and the wounds didn't hurt as long as they weren't pressed.

With his hands, he removed the securing plate and set it aside, and brought a stool to sit on so he wouldn't slip.

061 Watching Chi Xiaochi work on her hands alone, she felt a little bad, "Ask Isong to help with the washing."

Isong had to scrub his body every day, and each time Chi Xiaochi was so uncomfortable that it took ten minutes of washing and half an hour of mourning to get over it, and it was very miserable.

Chi Xiaochi unscrews the hot water switch and hot water rolls down from the shower.

He said confidently, "I'll do it myself."

When he finished, he choked on water in his nose.

Every cough is a bone-crushing cough.

Chi Xiaochi didn't breathe a sigh of relief until her chest was energized and the pain subsided.

The body was fine, but the hair was too difficult to handle, whether it was shampooed or washed, which is a tall order for Chi Xiaochi nowadays.

Noticing Chi Xiaochi's rare tangled look, 061 smiled helplessly, "You can wash your body first. I'll wash your hair for you."

After a brief cleaning, Chi Xiaochi followed 061's instructions to lie back on the bed and close his eyes to rest.

This body was wounded after all, and it was so weak after a shower.

He heard footsteps slowly approaching. The man locked the door, brought back the stool, put down a basin of hot water and a bottle of shampoo, and then sat down at the head of the bed.

061 whispered, "Don't move."

Chi Xiaochi just really didn't move, letting a surge of energy wrap him up and send him smoothly toward the bed, just enough to reveal the small half of his head.

Shen Zhangqing's hair hasn't been cut for a long time, and is soft to the touch and a little long.

061 Gather your hair together, pick up the prepared comb, and after combing through the depressions a little bit, tease up the warm water and moisturize the dry ends a little bit.

As 061 rubbed the shampoo away, Chi Xiaochi, who had been touched on the scalp, curled up uncomfortably.

061 asked, "What, did it hurt to pull?"

Chi Xiaochi instinctively opened his eyes, and the face that came into his eyes made Chi Xiaochi eat a shock: "You ......"

061 actually smiled at him with Chi Xiaochi's original face on top.

He asked, "Does it feel better when it's like you're washing yourself?"

Chi Xiaochi stares at the face and gives the comment, "...... is even weirder."

But not to say that he did not indeed feel the usual resistance and aversion to it.

061 laughs, "Then close your eyes and pretend you can't see."

Chi Xiaochi close your eyes.

Cut off from sight, he could feel the hot water running through his hair more clearly, and 061's fingers pressing his hair with as little force as possible, feeling as if he had fallen into a stale dream.

He felt he had been very lucky lately.

With 061, he could always think of Lou, of everything he had ever had in those distant happy times.

...... Just thinking about it is very satisfying.

Chi Xiaochi, who hated people touching his body the most, actually fell asleep during 061's slow and serious massage, and woke up to the sound of the hairdryer's gentle blowing.

061 looked down and asked, "Awake?"

It was nice to get some sleep.

Chi Xiaochi said nothing, and 061 did not pursue the matter further.

The warm air with 061's soft, slender fingers set the mood drowsy, the ability of the other senses amplified indefinitely, the scent of Isong's freshly mowed lawn wafting in through the window, the sunlight spilling over the sheets and relaxing the muscles of his limbs in the sun.

One person and one system spent a quiet and peaceful hour.

An hour later, the minister drove outside the villa with his assistant.

This day down, Isong and the others had been harassed out of experience, and when they received the call, they opened the iron gate and let the vehicle right in, driving all the way to the front of the villa.

The charge of trespassing is not a small one, and the reporters who were squatting did not dare to act rashly, but could only stretch their necks like geese, holding up their cameras in their hands, expecting to see Zhou Kai's silhouette.

The Minister entered the villa and met Shen Zhangqing.

At a glance, the Minister was very pleased with Shen Zhangqing's current status.

He was much thinner than the last time he had seen him, a thin waist outlined unusually well by the suit, and the color of his clothes was understated, adding to the pallor of his face, which fit the image of a victim tormented by the overwhelming news.

The minister took him to his car and drove straight away from the villa.

It was the first time Chi Xiaochi had left that fine cage since coming into the world.

Shen Zhangqing's body sat upright, his hands gripping the text of his speech: "Is this really all right?"

The minister reassured him, "Take it easy."

He asked a few more prepared questions, which Shen Zhangqing answered in a stumbling manner, but at least they were decent, and the minister, although somewhat dissatisfied, could not have asked for a better spokesperson than Shen Zhangqing to save the day.

And 061 looks at Chi Xiaochi, who is so nervous that her ears are red, and says, "You're really enjoying this drama."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Darn, I'm super nervous."

061 burst out laughing.

He couldn't imagine Chi Xiaochi at all being able to perfectly maintain that nervous, clueless munchkin face while saying such things.

The journalists are all in place, just waiting for Shen Zhangqing to arrive.

As soon as Shen Zhangqing took his place, the limelight flashed, causing him to let out a loud rumble in his throat and look to the minister for help.

The minister also knows that although this Mr. Shen is a model origin, but has retired from the circle for many years, a long time has not been directly faced with such multimedia, not to mention that he is going to face things can be described as significant, it is normal that he is nervous some.

The Minister pulled the microphone to himself, cleared his throat and made a brief pre-launch speech.

No one cared at all about the official stuff he said, and soon, it was time for the question-and-answer session with reporters that everyone was extremely excited about.

This conference is live, synchronized broadcast on the network, at the beginning, the number of real-time viewers exceeded 200,000, once the reporter's question session began, it even soared all the way up to about 400,000 people.

After all, Shen Zhangqing didn't make the racist remarks, but was one of the main protagonists of the lace news, and people were more concerned about what his attitude towards Zhou Kai was, whether he chose to forgive, or draw a line in the sand.

Sure enough, the first reporter's question was quite sharp: "Have you seen the fragrant video circulating on the internet related to Mr. Zhou."

Shen Zhangqing said softly, "Well, see."

The reporter asked, "Did you know that Mr. Chow is bisexual."

The question was in the minister's pre-prepared question.

He looked to Shen Zhangqing with an encouraging gaze.

Shen Zhangqing was forced to redden his eyes almost instantly, "He, he ...... I, I don't know, he's always busy lately, and I'm, again, injured, no, sick, it's been a long time since I've been with him."

The minister blushed.

According to the standard answer, Shen Zhangqing only needs to say that he doesn't know.

The second half of his explanation is a complete red herring!

And the reporter immediately caught a bit of a message in his stammering answer, "You mean he was having an inappropriate relationship with Ms. Lily during the time you were injured? Why were you injured?"