The manager went straight to the restaurant after he left the hall, and he told Vinson what happened earlier.
Vinson took a sip from his soup before answering, “Let them do what they want. Just don’t let the protesters come in and ruin the release.”
The manager was a calm, rational guy, but even he got curious. “Sir, we’re really letting them do what they want? The Internet’s swarming us. If we don’t do some damage control, it might…”
The manager didn’t finish his sentence, but it was clear what he wanted to say. If they didn’t do any damage control, not even the company could censor the masses anymore, since they could come up with a lot of ways to bypass the censorship.
Nightshire Group was the second-largest shareholder of Chanaea’s biggest online platform, holding twenty percent of its shares. Even though the Internet was swarming them, it wouldn’t be hard for Nightshire Group to quash the scandal.
However, Vinson still wouldn’t do any damage control, and he waved the manager down. “Ignore them.”
“Yes Sir.” The manager left the restaurant so Vinson could have his lunch in peace.
The moment he came out, the manager ran into Rayson. Rayson whispered, “Did you tell the president? Did he say anything? Does he want us to censor them?”
The manager smiled bitterly and shook his head. “No. He said they can do whatever they want.”
Rayson was still nervous a moment ago, but he calmed down after hearing that. “He still won’t do anything despite the severity of this crisis. I knew it. He has a plan. The louder they shout, the more embarrassed they’ll be. Just ignore them.”
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