405: Where are the promised marches and demonstrations?

These words of doubt immediately drew angry retorts from many netizens.

"Damn, a bunch of trolls. No matter what you do, they'll find something to criticize. Just ignore them."

"So what if it's a show? Isn't the effect good? To respond so quickly and optimally, that's the magnanimity of a big company!"

"Rumor has it that these people were paid off by Mitsubishi to intentionally cause trouble, and it's not because driverless taxis took their business."

"Holy crap, no way, that explosive?"

"If that's true, then Mitsubishi must apologize."

"What's an apology to them? Is their nickname 'Bow-and-Scrape Immortals' for nothing?"

"Garbage brand! Falsifying data is one thing, but now they've learned to use dirty tricks?!"

...

At first, the comments weren't too bad, but then President Ikawa saw that someone had actually exposed Mitsubishi's name.

Upon seeing this, President Ikawa's face instantly turned green.

"Baka yarou, look at the mess you've made."

He picked up his wooden clogs and furiously threw them at Zhao Jian.

"You can't blame me entirely for this."

Zhao Jian dodged it with great agility.

"Are you saying it's my fault then?"

"That's right, it was my idea, but the people you found were too stupid. Not only were they caught red-handed, but they were also turned. If you had found a few more reliable people, this situation wouldn't have happened at all."

President Ikawa said angrily.

Zhao Jian felt extremely wronged at this moment. If only he hadn't agreed back then.

With his connections, it wouldn't be hard to find a good job at another company anyway.

Why endure the Little devils' anger here?

He regretted it immensely now.

President Ikawa saw his eyes darting around, filled with panic, and a sense of disgust arose in his heart.

He was weak and incompetent, like a woman, only knowing how to evade and shirk responsibility when faced with problems.

He had no sense of responsibility as a man.

His chauvinistic beliefs instantly surged within him.

Then he turned to his assistant, Ma Hong:

"Alright, you come up with a plan to see how we can fix this. Remember, if you don't do it well, you and he can both get lost."

Ma Hong was about to speak but was stopped by a glance from President Ikawa, who also subtly gestured with his chin towards the silent Zhao Jian.

Based on Ma Hong's years of understanding President Ikawa, it was no surprise.

Even if this crisis was resolved, Zhao Jian was going to be fired.

If the scandal of Mitsubishi's dirty tactics were exposed, the overwhelming news would definitely plunge the Mitsubishi Group into an unprecedented crisis.

So Zhao Jian was a very good scapegoat.

At a crucial moment, the Mitsubishi Group would issue a statement, saying something about having zero tolerance for such despicable acts of slandering opponents, that they had already fired the involved manager, Zhao Jian, and extended their sincere apologies to the other party, and so on.

However.

Who would have thought that Zhao Jian had already accumulated a belly full of anger and immediately stormed off:

"I resign! I'm not doing this anymore!"

With that, he threw his work badge at President Ikawa's face and slammed the door shut without looking back.

President Ikawa was momentarily stunned by this scene.

It wasn't until Zhao Jian's figure disappeared that he instantly turned red with rage, roaring at Ma Hong:

"Baka yarou! Shini shini di! What are you good for? Why did you hire him in the first place?!"

Ma Hong, at this moment, transformed into a Bow-and-Scrape Immortal:

"Yes, it's my fault. I should have stopped you from signing back then, so he wouldn't have become a deputy general manager. I am willing to take responsibility for this."

"Responsible? What are you going to take responsibility with?"

President Ikawa was angry at this moment, but he still maintained some rationality.

He reminded himself that in such extraordinary times, he must control his emotions.

Ma Hong swallowed, then spoke the idea that had suddenly come to him.

That was to approve Zhao Jian's resignation, prepare a press release, expose the dirty tricks, and pin all the blame on Zhao Jian.

Upon hearing this, President Ikawa's eyes lit up.

"Nani? This is a great idea!"

Ma Hong wiped the sweat from her forehead after hearing this, feeling that her position was finally secure.

It was rare to find a position like hers, where she could serve tea and water and still earn a high salary.

"I approve Zhao Jian's resignation, and also give him double the compensation to keep his mouth shut. I don't think he would refuse money."

President Ikawa added, then a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I understand. I'll go take care of it now."

After receiving the order, Ma Hong hurried out of the office.

...

At the same time.

A parking lot in Wu Du.

Taxi driver A Bao arrived early, waiting for his companions to go to the city hall entrance to strike and protest.

At this moment.

A Bao was still a little confused.

He wasn't sure why this protest application was approved so easily.

It was almost as if the application was submitted that day, and the government approved it in less than an hour.

This "Radish Run" had only been online for two days, and his orders had already decreased by nearly half.

If it went fully online, taxi drivers in Wu Du could just go home and sleep.

A Bao and his companions were also deeply panicked about this.

Having driven a taxi in Wu Du for so many years, this was their livelihood. If they lost their jobs, he wouldn't know how to support his family.

Therefore, as soon as the posts and proposals for strikes and protests were published, they received unanimous approval from taxi drivers in Wu Du.

Of course, there was also the taxi company's push.

After all, they were the biggest victims of driverless taxis.

A Bao lit a cigarette and took two puffs, only to realize that there were only three minutes left until the agreed time, but no one had arrived.

This made A Bao, who was already a little nervous, inexplicably anxious.

Did he remember the meeting place incorrectly?

He quickly opened his phone, found the driver's group chat, and prepared to send a message to inquire.

As a result.

He found that almost all driver groups were frantically sharing a video.

"Radish Run joins forces with Fenglei to secure benefits for taxi drivers?"

What kind of ghost title is this?

How is that possible?

He subconsciously clicked on the video, and what greeted him was the incredibly hot figure of car model Beast Beast.

"Damn, those guys aren't mesmerized by this woman and forgot the time, are they?"

A Bao was very angry, but for the sake of the beautiful woman, he chose to continue watching.

Then.

He saw the recruitment announcements for Radish Run safety officers, operations and maintenance personnel, and other positions.

He was completely stunned!

"Wow, this job is really suitable for me. It offers five insurances and one housing fund, and the salary isn't much different from driving a taxi normally."

"It's a lot different, okay? From 8 AM to 5 PM, with weekends off, and double pay for holiday overtime. Can you get that kind of treatment driving a taxi?"

"Exactly. After driving a taxi for more than ten years, I can finally live a good life."

"Isn't this a civil servant position? Brothers, I'm going for it first!"

"Hehe, you guys are slow. My resume has already passed the initial screening, and I'm going for an interview tomorrow."

"Damn, you backstabber! You applied secretly without telling us, you're despicable!"

"Wait, will such a good thing really fall to us? Could it be that Radish Run and Fenglei are afraid of us causing trouble and deliberately using a tactic to win us over?"

"I always feel it's unreliable. Can ordinary people like us encounter such a good thing that falls from the sky?"

"You have a point. We have no education and no connections. Why would it be our turn?"

"Don't disbelieve it. The interview location is set up in the city hall service center. I have a relative who is one of the interviewers. It is said that the first batch is expected to recruit about 10,000 people, and after official operation, they will continue to recruit more."

"Holy crap, then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Looking at the continuous stream of messages in the group, A Bao finally understood. It turned out they had all been turned.