Chapter 27

The surveillance room was not supposed to allow smoking, but this rule did not apply to Deputy Minister Lin, and the security guards inside would not bother to stop him.

Seeing the video footage of Duan Jiye and others surrounding Zheng Longqing, Deputy Minister Lin was amused and leisurely lit a cigarette to watch the commotion.

Zheng Longqing had not expected these security guards to dare to lay hands on him. For several days, he had deliberately picked up Qiao Yun from work in broad daylight, and he did not believe that these security guards did not know he was the president of Shengqing Group. Given that they knew his identity, they still dared to act this way, it was clear that someone had given them orders.

Seeing a group of people rushing over to forcibly pin him down, Zheng Longqing's eyes turned cold. If he were to be beaten up by a bunch of security guards today, it would be a huge embarrassment if the news got out.

A group of security guards swarmed over, but he did not make any big moves. He just shook his shoulders and bumped his body in all directions, seemingly not wanting anyone to touch and dirty his white suit. The security guards who rushed over, however, fell all over the place, some even landing on their faces, each one falling for no apparent reason.

"Eighteen Falls from a Touch..." Lin Zixian, who was watching the video in the surveillance room, was taken aback, his eyebrows slightly raised. He muttered to himself, "I didn't expect him to have some skills, he actually practices traditional martial arts, I underestimated him."

Martial arts usually refer to physical exercises for strengthening the body, which can be learned in ordinary martial arts schools. Besides strengthening the body, many people use them for performances.

However, true traditional martial arts have very strict lineages and are generally not widely taught. Secret techniques are usually passed down from master to disciple, or from father to son, and the methods and techniques are not easily disclosed.

Most people think that traditional martial arts and martial arts are the same, but there is a significant difference between them.

Traditional martial arts in ancient times were used for killing enemies and protecting the country. They were typically used for self-defense and not for performance, and they did not have the elaborate movements or aesthetic appeal. After all, it's impossible to scare someone to death with a few more flips.

To achieve any significant level of skill, one must put in a lot of hard work. In the era of cold weapons, people often spent ten or even twenty years practicing a single lethal move. After mastering it, they would travel the world, either as bodyguards for the wealthy or as escorts, always having a skill to rely on for a living, which was often driven by the harsh living conditions.

Therefore, at that time, there were often stories of people becoming famous for a single move, such as someone being known as "Thunder Hand," "Iron Palm," or "Grass Walker." When one's skills were fully developed, it was not uncommon to kill a person with a single palm strike or break a stone pillar with a kick.

However, with the development of the times, who would spend several or even ten years practicing a lethal move? Moreover, it's not that easy to practice, and one needs good conditions to support it. Otherwise, breaking a bone and not having the money to treat it could lead to disability, so it's better to focus on education and find a good job to support the family. Besides, what use is a lethal move for an ordinary person? Even if you learn it, it's useless, and if it were useful, you'd be afraid of being executed.

As for those with the financial means, how many rich people would spend the time and effort to practice? It's easier to hire bodyguards or buy a gun.

Now, those who still practice traditional martial arts are mostly supported by certain government departments or long-established gangs with the financial means to support a group of disciples who do not have to worry about their daily needs and can focus on practicing their skills. This is why there is the saying "poor in literature, rich in martial arts."

Seeing so many of his subordinates rush over and fail, Duan Jiye was furious. If the chairman found out, it would be a disaster.

In a fit of anger, he pulled out an electric baton, and the security guards who had fallen also got up. However, Duan Jiye was not a fool. He thought for a moment and realized that if he really injured the president of Shengqing Group, even if the chairman supported him, Zheng Longqing would not let him off.

However, now that he had thought it through, it was too late to regret. He was in a difficult position. If he backed down after being humiliated, how would the chairman see him?

But if he destroyed a car, the chairman could still afford it. So he pulled out a riot baton and shouted, "Smash that illegally parked car!"

Qian Ligan almost did not hesitate, and a group of eager-to-please security guards also pulled out their riot batons. With their heads hot from the earlier humiliation, they surrounded the red sports car and started smashing it.

In a short time, the car windows were all broken, the glass shattered on the ground, and the car body was dented and scratched. The sports car was ruined.

In the surveillance room, Lin Zixian almost burst out laughing, while the security guards standing behind him were dumbfounded.

Zheng Longqing could no longer smile, standing with a dark face. He did not intervene. For him, fighting with a group of security guards in public, even if he won, would still be a loss of face.

Moreover, he believed that if these security guards dared to act this way, it was impossible that no one had given them orders.

Clang! Clang! The security guards from the patrol team continued to smash the car with their riot batons, and the car was visibly deforming.

Seeing this group of frenzied people, all the employees who were about to leave the parking lot were stunned. They had a new understanding of the security department, which had just dealt with the company's general affairs minister and now the president of Shengqing Group. What a bunch of tough guys!

Zheng Longqing's face turned cold as he dialed a phone number and put it to his ear, speaking in a low, stern voice, "Qiao Yun! Is this fun?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Qiao Yun's cold voice came from the phone.

Zheng Longqing pointed his phone towards the car being smashed, seemingly wanting Qiao Yun to hear the sound. After a moment, he put the phone back to his ear and said, "Did you hear that? You'd better come down and take a look."

Not far away, Duan Jiye heard him making a complaint and inwardly groaned. This could have been done by someone else; why did he have to take the lead?

He then called for everyone to stop and continued to lecture them with a stern tone.

Soon, Qiao Yun, who was even more striking than a celebrity, walked out of the elevator and stood in front of the smashed sports car, looking at it silently for a moment before turning to Duan Jiye and saying coldly, "Minister Duan, was this done by you? Why did you do this?"

"Uh..." Duan Jiye was at a loss. He couldn't say in public that the chairman had ordered this. He looked embarrassed and said, "General Manager, the security department received a notice that starting today, all external vehicles must not park in the Minghua Building parking lot without permission. This gentleman ignored our warnings, so we..."

Zheng Longqing's face regained its calm smile when he saw Qiao Yun come out. He had calmed down from his anger and realized that this was not Qiao Yun's doing. Moreover, she had no reason to do this. But these security guards were clearly targeting him, and it was impossible for them to have the nerve to do this without orders. In the Minghua Group, the only person who knew he was picking up Qiao Yun and would dare to order this was obvious.

He immediately thought of Qiao Antian. Qiao Antian must have seen him courting his daughter and was getting anxious... Thinking of this, his smile grew even wider. It seemed that Qiao Antian could not control Qiao Yun and had to resort to this. This was interesting.

Qiao Yun was also smart, but she did not suspect Lin Zixian. She also thought of Qiao Antian.

Thinking that it might have been Qiao Antian's order, she did not blame Duan Jiye further. An employee loyal to her father was, from another perspective, loyal to her. Moreover, she had a good opinion of Duan Jiye after the last incident.

So she looked at Zheng Longqing and said straightforwardly, "This was not my order, and I did not know about it. I apologize, and I will compensate for the car."

Zheng Longqing now showed a magnanimous and gentle demeanor, smiling and saying, "To talk about compensation is too formal. Since it was a misunderstanding, let's just let it go... You're off work, right? I'll call another car to take you."

Qiao Yun glanced around the scene and said, "No need, I have some things to take care of."

Zheng Longqing shrugged and said, "Then I'll go back first. Work can wait, take care of your health, and get some rest. Goodbye!" He then turned and left with a gentlemanly air, as if smashing a car was like breaking a common toy.

Qiao Yun coldly scanned the onlookers, and the employees who were about to leave immediately started their cars and drove away.

"Chairman! Was it you who ordered the security department to do this in the parking lot?" Qiao Yun immediately called Qiao Antian.

"Parking lot? What did the security department do?" Qiao Antian's tone was somewhat puzzled.

The phone was clear, and since Duan Jiye was standing right in front of Qiao Yun, he was a bit confused. Was the chairman going to deny it?

Qiao Yun was taken aback. She knew her father well and felt that he was not lying. She paused and said, "Just now, Minister Duan of the security department led people to smash Zheng Longqing's car."

"Is that so?" Qiao Antian suddenly laughed and praised, "I didn't think Duan Jiye had the nerve to do that. He did a good job; I've wanted to do that for a long time. Zheng is clearly up to no good. Duan Jiye did a good job, taking care of what I couldn't. He should be well rewarded."

Hearing this, Duan Jiye's back straightened, and he was excited. After so many years at Minghua, this was the first time he had received such praise from the chairman.

"Chairman! You really didn't know about this?" Qiao Yun frowned.

"Although it suits my intentions, I really didn't know about it, and I had no reason to order the security department to do this," Qiao Antian chuckled.

"Understood." Qiao Yun hung up the phone and looked at Duan Jiye coldly, "Minister Duan, don't tell me you did this on your own initiative. Who ordered you to do this?"

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