There was a knock on the door and it was Ma Long.

He had just received the notice and hurried over. The front door was already blocked, so he came in through the back door.

"Mr. Meng, there are many reporters outside saying they want to interview you." Ma Long asked for instructions.

Meng Yu buttoned up his shirt and already figured out what was going on.

At this point in time, what else can it be but an interview strike?

"Inform them that I will hold a small press conference in the hotel lobby at eight o'clock sharp. Before then, anyone who breaks the rules and makes noise will not be qualified to participate in the press conference."

Ma Long agreed and went out. After a while, the noise outside stopped.

Xuanyuan Diying walked to the window and looked out, only to see that the reporters, who were in a mess just now, were all well-behaved and even formed a line automatically.

"Brother Yu, even they listen to you."

Meng Yu smiled: "Westerners always like to set rules and be correct, so I will give them some rules and let them be correct."

At eight o'clock sharp, when Meng Yu arrived at the hotel lobby with Xuanyuan Diying, the reporters had already arrived early.

There were no seats, so rows of people stood up automatically.

As soon as Meng Yu appeared, the flashbulbs went off, and there was a constant clicking sound. The reporters also held microphones on their arms and kept calling "Mr. Meng."

Walking to the middle of the lobby, Meng Yu stopped, pressed his hands, and the reporters suddenly fell silent.

"I don't have much time. I can answer a few questions from everyone. Let's do this. Whoever I call can ask questions. The total time is ten minutes."

Meng Yu didn't waste any time, swept his eyes across the crowd, and clicked on a young male reporter with blond hair.

"Mr. Meng, there is a collective strike in Lan's Group. This is an unprecedented phenomenon in the history of Lan's development. Does this have anything to do with you taking over Lan's Group?"

This question is not friendly. Journalists all know that this is the most common default question. They dig a hole first and then wait for the answerer to jump in.

Faced with this hidden difficulty, Meng Yu only said one sentence: "I am not a striker and I don't know what they think. You should ask them this question."

The reporters who were already quiet became even quieter. Everyone could see that Meng Yu was not someone who could be easily provoked.

It not only responded to the reporter who asked the question, but also made it impossible to catch any loopholes.

None of these eager reporters dared to ask questions easily, and they all began to pick up small notebooks and quickly sort out the preset questions.

"You, the one with big eyes." Meng Yu pointed to a beautiful girl with brown hair and big eyes.

"Mr. Meng, according to sources, you rejected the reasonable request put forward by the union. Why did you refuse?" The pretty girl found a very safe angle to prevent being criticized by Meng Yu.

Meng Yu smiled and showed his fangs: "I don't know who the source you mentioned is. Since he can provide you with other information, you should also ask him to provide information on the reason for my rejection."

The reporters all laughed. This kind of teasing reply made people unable to parry and fight back.

The pretty girl looked embarrassed and didn't know whether to continue asking questions or stop there.

"But since you asked, I'll tell you by the way."

It happened that Meng Yu also wanted to talk about this matter through the media, but he asked the beautiful girl first.

"Have you learned from sources what reasonable demands the union has made?"

The beautiful girl was speechless. The real situation is that they all received a notice from above to report on the strike of Lan Group and stir up the matter.

As for the specific situation, I don’t know anything about it, so how can I answer Meng Yu’s question.

Meng Yu smiled again and said: "The union requires a 50% salary increase, an extension of paid holidays to fifteen days a year, and only eight hours of work a day, which is forty hours a week, and no overtime."

"Is this kind of request reasonable?" After Meng Yu said this, he looked around the crowd. Wherever he looked, the reporters lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him.

This kind of stringent strike requirement has never happened before, and everyone can tell that this is causing trouble.

Meng Yu's answer has just begun: "When I first took over, I had already held an internal meeting. From grassroots employees to middle management, everyone's salary increased by 30%. They didn't want such generous conditions, but they had to accept it.

Some people are inciting a strike. I can never agree to such unreasonable demands."

After the words fell, the reporters were in an uproar.

The salary increased by 30%. This good thing actually happened. The boss took the initiative and proposed it when there was no strike.

If they were not constrained by reality, they would all want to change careers and join the Lan Group.

"Okay, ten minutes are up. If you have any questions, please look forward to the next press conference."

Meng Yu raised his feet and walked away, followed by reporters who immediately became a mess. They kept calling "Mr. Meng", but were stopped by security personnel.

The momentum of public opinion has been built up, so it has to be published.

However, Meng Yu's answers to two questions at a press conference were not only watertight, but also gave a good explanation of his behavior.

The reporters racked their brains and couldn't find any angle that could undermine Meng Yu, so in the end they had no choice but to compress the interview to the shortest possible length and broadcast it.

The striking workers had previously received a notice from the union telling them to continue the strike, but the management approached them privately and explained the true situation, and media reports confirmed what the management said.

At this time, no worker was willing to continue the strike, and calls for resumption of work came one after another.

Faced with this situation, the union quickly reported to Adam.

At this time, Adam was standing in front of the window, looking out at the tarnished thoroughbred horses on the lawn of his manor, frowning.

In fact, there was no need to report it to the trade union. He learned the news from the media under his name just after the press conference.

Meng Yu's ability far exceeded his expectations. After several consecutive failures in different directions, he had to admit this fact.

"Old man, what are we going to do next?" Pang Le, who was beside him, had no choice.

A'Dang shook his head in confusion. If he continued to fight, he still wouldn't win, but he couldn't accept it just like that.

At this time, Meng Yu took Xuanyuan Diying to the Longshang Racecourse leisurely.

The manager has kept Meng Yu's request in mind and is working diligently to allow friendly exchanges between ordinary Great Summer horses and purebred horses, hoping to breed new breeds of horses as soon as possible.

Seeing Meng Yu appear, the manager rushed to greet him with a smile on his face: "Mr. Meng, I have contacted the organizer of the Tour of Gaul horse racing for you."

"Very good, then I'll meet them."
Chapter completed!