HL!

After the shame at the fair, Ford took an international flight back to HL overnight.

He really couldn't stay in Huaxia, a place that made him humiliated.

Thinking of Qin Luo's smiling face, Ford wanted to smash Qin Luo's body into pieces.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, "Bang!" Ford slapped the table and let out an angry roar: "Come here!"

Soon, a tall, outstanding-looking woman in a black professional dress and black-rimmed glasses walked in.

"Sir?" She glanced at Ford suspiciously, with a questioning expression.

"Notify the Public Relations Department and immediately contact the media to hold a press conference. I want Qin Luo to make a statement sweeping..." Ford gritted his teeth.

Annoyed, he was so angry, he was almost crazy.

This is so special, he must make Qin Luo pay the price.

"Sir, are we really going to hold a press conference?" After hesitating for a while, the female secretary asked cautiously.

Now the entire computer world is almost full of news about Qin Luo.

The news that Huaxia has developed high-end optical technology has spread all over the world.

Holding a press conference at this time is tantamount to an enemy of the world.

To be honest, this is not a wise move.

"Open! I want the world to know what Qin Luo really is!" Ford continued to gritted his teeth and insisted.

Do not avenge him and swear not to be human.

"This……"

"I'm telling you once to notify the public relations department..."

"Okay, sir..."

The female secretary responded and turned and left the room.

Soon, the public relations department received a notice.

The content of the notice is very simple. It requires no effort to discredit Qin Luo, and the direction is the high-end lithography machine called "Luoshui No. 1".

In an instant, the entire public relations department was boiling.

They did a lot of public relations, which was obviously an impossible task, and it was the first time they encountered it.

"Miss Taylor, are you sure this is what Mr. Ford meant?" Frye frowned and asked.

If you want to say who is the hottest in the world today, it is Qin Luo.

Now deliberately discrediting Qin Luo is tantamount to hitting a rock with a pebble. They have no chance of success at all.

He suspected that Taylor had given the wrong order.

"Mr. Fry, this is indeed an order from Mr. Ford, and he asks you to carry it out." Taylor said sharply, "Of course, if you don't believe it, you can ask Mr. Ford yourself."

Frye: "..."

Gritting his teeth, he finally failed to speak.

As for asking Ford, he didn't want to touch that brow.

Sleepless all night.

For a whole day, the entire public relations department of the asml company was busy collecting Qin Luo's black material. How busy was it? They didn't even care about eating.

It stands to reason that the results of such a conscientious work should be very good.

However, they tried their best to find Qin Luo's black material, but found nothing.

From Qin Luo's birth to the present, he is as clean as a piece of white paper.

The only breakthrough is that high-end lithography machine.

MMP!

Frye has been the director of the public relations department of asml for so many years and has won countless large cases.

But now, he feels helpless.

"Director, where should we start?" In the office, a staff member asked.

Where do you start?

Fry gritted his teeth, a flash of coldness flashed in his pupils, and said sharply: "The lithography machine! It is said that Qin Luo plagiarized the technology of asml company!"

Although it is a bit despicable to do so, but there is no way, who can not find Qin Luo other black material.

"understand!"