Boke looked gloomy.
He didn't know what to say.
He felt a sense of helplessness.
Ouge reminded him, "Boke, you'd better go along with their wishes, do a good job of follow-up remediation. This matter can neither be concealed nor erased, you can forget about the media in Australia, focus on crisis public relations in your country."
"Thank you, Legislator Ouge, I understand." Boke knew, the Australian media was their battlefield, but the United States was not. He could operate here to try and minimize the spread.
"Alright."
He hung up the phone.
Boke sank back into his chair.
He looked at the setting sun.
His mood was as dismal as the sunset.
It seemed that the stock price of the company would certainly fall tomorrow, and he would face considerable trouble.
