Chapter 25

"Mr. Wu, what kind of attitude is this? What does this mean?!" Zhu Yonggui was still in shock, watching Zhu Rongqiang and his group leave. He stomped his feet and cursed, "This is outrageous, absolutely outrageous, I..."

"You shut up!!!" Wu Shichun hadn't lost his temper yet, but Zhang Keyong couldn't hold back anymore. He pointed at Zhu Yonggui's nose and shouted, "You really think you're someone important, Zhu Yonggui. I'm telling you, you were a scumbag before, and you're still a scumbag now and will always be one! Do you think the chairman appointed you as the deputy manager of the marketing department just because you're his illegitimate child? I..."

"Enough, enough!" Zhang Keyong's outburst was cut short by Wu Shichun, who maintained his composure and didn't react as dramatically.

He interrupted Zhang Keyong's roar, then looked at the stunned Zhu Yonggui with a cold, icy gaze and said, word by word, "The chairman will be here soon. You'd better think about how you're going to explain yourself to him!"

"You... What do you mean by this?!" The situation had taken a sudden turn, and Zhu Yonggui was starting to panic. He avoided Wu Shichun's cold gaze and gritted his teeth, "Are you trying to kick me out after I've helped you? What do I have to explain to the chairman? I haven't done anything wrong..."

"Like hell you haven't done anything wrong..." Zhang Keyong couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward, giving Zhu Yonggui a hard kick.

Zhu Yonggui, who hadn't expected Zhang Keyong to suddenly attack, was kicked to the ground...

"Ouch... Mr. Zhang! You dare hit me again? I... Ah... Stop... Stop hitting me..."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Zhang Keyong, like a madman, pinned Zhu Yonggui to the ground, hitting him repeatedly. In no time, Zhu Yonggui was covered in bruises.

With his face swollen, Zhu Yonggui struggled to push Zhang Keyong away and hid behind the desk, shouting, "Why are you hitting me? Zhang Keyong, I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!!"

"What's going on?!" At that moment, Song Peng'an, who had rushed in from outside, arrived. He didn't see Zhu Rongqiang and his group but saw Zhang Keyong pummeling Zhu Yonggui!

Song Peng'an's heart sank, and he had a vague idea of what was happening...

"Chairman..." Wu Shichun took a deep breath and said to Song Peng'an, "Mr. Zhu and his group have already left... This Zhu Yonggui is not the person Mr. Zhu was looking for. He's a fraud and even forced several company employees to leave today..."

"He's not from the Zhu family..." Song Peng'an frowned, his face turning ashen as he asked Zhu Yonggui, who was hiding behind the desk, "You dared to lie to me?"

"Chairman... What does this have to do with me?!" Zhu Yonggui, now seeing the reality, cried out, "I didn't lie to you from the beginning. It was you who... It was you who made me like this!"

"Get out, immediately, get out!!" Song Peng'an, realizing he had been duped, turned ashen and roared, "You scoundrel, get out, get out, get out!!"

"Why should I?!!" But Zhu Yonggui, who was hiding behind the desk and already beaten up, stubbornly refused to leave. He laughed loudly while keeping an eye on Zhang Keyong, "Are you rich and think you can do whatever you want? Do you think you can make me do whatever you want? Song Peng'an, Wu Shichun, Zhang Keyong, I'm telling you, I'm not leaving today. What can you do to me?!"

"You... Don't push your luck!" Wu Shichun's eyes narrowed.

But Zhu Yonggui ignored him and stared at Song Peng'an, gritting his teeth, "Chairman, don't forget, I just signed the contract this afternoon! If I remember correctly, it clearly states... If you want to fire me, you have to pay me the breach of contract fee, right?"

"Haha... You still want the breach of contract fee?!" Song Peng'an was amused, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "Tell me, how much do you want?"

"The contract clearly states that I should be paid one year's salary for an unjustified dismissal!" Zhu Yonggui, now in a desperate situation, shouted, "I've already sent the contract by courier, so you can't back out! If you don't give me the 400,000 breach of contract fee, I'll... I'll report you to the labor bureau!"

"You want 400,000?" Song Peng'an narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Yes! It's rightfully mine, why shouldn't I take it!" Zhu Yonggui shouted, "I have nothing to lose, and you're all bullying me. You should pay a price, right? 400,000 is just a drop in the bucket for you, a big boss like you, shouldn't..."

"Fine, I'll pay it."

"Ah?" Zhu Yonggui, who was about to say more, was stunned. He hadn't expected Song Peng'an to agree so easily. Instead, he felt a bit scared and said awkwardly, "Actually, that's not what I meant..."

"But it's almost time to go home, and the company can't have hundreds of thousands of cash on hand." Song Peng'an said calmly, "You should go home and pack up. I'll have someone notify you to come to the company in a few days to collect the money."

"Hehe..." Zhu Yonggui laughed, "Chairman, let's be straightforward. I'm afraid that once I leave this door, you won't intend to give me the money, right? You can transfer it to my bank account, the finance department has it..."

"Do you think you'll have the chance to spend the money?"

"Chairman, that's not fair... You're a billionaire, and you're threatening me over 400,000?" Zhu Yonggui said, "I may not be good at many things, but I'm tough!"

"Chairman..." Seeing Zhu Yonggui acting so defiantly, Wu Shichun turned to Song Peng'an and said, "Let me handle this small matter. Mr. Zhu and his group have been downstairs for a while. Don't you want to go and see them?"

"Be discreet. Our Sujiang Group is a legal company and doesn't do illegal things." Song Peng'an glanced at Wu Shichun, nodded, and then turned to leave.

As Song Peng'an left, Zhu Yonggui felt a chill, sensing the faint hint of malice in Wu Shichun's eyes...

"Security, come to the 15th floor, office 1509. There's a fraudster causing trouble here." Wu Shichun took out his phone and called the security department, then left without another glance at Zhu Yonggui, taking Zhang Keyong with him.

A few minutes later, four or five security guards, like hungry wolves, dragged Zhu Yonggui out of the door, not showing any mercy... After all, Zhu Yonggui had cursed them earlier that afternoon.

The security captain had said, "The tide will turn, and Zhu Yonggui won't be arrogant for long..." Who would have thought that the new deputy manager of the marketing department, who had been so arrogant at noon, would be reduced to his original state before the end of the day?

When Zhu Yonggui was thrown out by the security guards, it was just the normal time for the company to close. The colleagues he had cursed earlier that day were immediately in an uproar when they saw this scene.

When they asked the security guards, they learned that Zhu Yonggui had been fired... Fortunately, Zhu Yonggui ran away quickly, or he would have been beaten up by those people! Who knew what kind of outrageous things he had done in the company that day?

Wu Shichun stood on the steps, watching Zhu Yonggui flee, his eyes flashing with a cold light... Sujiang Group had grown to its current size, and there were very few people who dared to extort money from Song Peng'an...

Yang Chen, lying in the hospital bed, was completely unaware of what was happening at Sujiang Group.

The Daoist, holding a piece of paper like a treasure, sat next to Yang Chen, scratching his head and looking very distressed.

Half an hour earlier, to make his ears a bit quieter, Yang Chen had asked the nurse to bring paper and a pen. He drew a set of second-stage spirit technique particle equations and handed them to the Daoist.

They had a gentleman's agreement: if the Daoist could resist asking any questions about the particle equations for three days, Yang Chen would teach him some real skills he hadn't learned before... But if the Daoist couldn't resist, he would have to obey Yang Chen for three years, doing whatever Yang Chen told him to do.

The Daoist, thinking he was the chief disciple of Zhongnan Mountain, believed that even if the equations were complex, he could at least understand most of them, and certainly not just a little bit.

So he confidently accepted the bet, and...

"Hey, Yang Chen..."

"Hmm, what is it? Go ahead."

"Why do I feel like you're tricking me?" After less than forty-five minutes, the Daoist couldn't hold back anymore. He pointed at the paper in his hand, protesting, "What are these things you drew? Are you just fooling me?"

"Stop, stop..." Yang Chen said seriously, "It's okay if you don't understand. I'll explain it to you in detail after three days!"

"Alright..." The Daoist gritted his teeth, thinking of the three-year agreement, and nodded firmly.

Another twenty minutes passed...

"Hey, Yang Chen..."

"Hmm, what is it? Go ahead."

"Why do I still feel like you're tricking me?" When he looked up again, the Daoist's eyes were bloodshot. He pointed at the particle equations on the paper and asked, "So many lines, letters, and symbols crisscrossing, who knows what they mean? Even if it's a bet, you should at least let me know the basic rules of the game, right?!"

"Oh..." Yang Chen thought for a moment and felt it was unfair. He looked at the Daoist with a pitying gaze and asked, "Do you really want to know what the lines, symbols, and punctuation marks represent? Are you sure you won't regret it?"

"No regrets, no regrets! I never go back on my word!"

"Then listen carefully! Straight lines represent the basic structure, curves represent the trajectory of energy, arcs represent the tension of the structure, y is yin energy, x is yang energy, j is metal energy, m is wood energy, s is water energy, h is fire energy."

"t represents earth energy. The symbols next to the letters representing different types of energy indicate the specific distribution, state, structure, and spacing of the energy, where the dot represents the initial quantity, and the triangle with a number in the upper right corner represents the multiple of the initial quantity..."

Yang Chen explained in over six hundred words without a pause.

The Daoist, who had been scratching his head and couldn't figure out the paper, was now completely engrossed after understanding the meaning of the lines, letters, and symbols...

Because he realized he could understand it a bit!

This discovery invigorated the Daoist, and his confidence soared. He began to focus and tried to replicate the particle equations in his mind.

However, Yang Chen, lying in the hospital bed, looked at him with even more pity...

The application and development of particle equations have always been a profound and complex field!

Even the second-stage spirit technique particle equations he used to trick the Daoist were far beyond the Daoist's understanding, who hadn't even graduated from kindergarten!

After Yang Chen explained the basic symbols, the previously complex particle structure became somewhat understandable.

But the problem was that he only understood it superficially and couldn't fully grasp it... In such a situation, trying to simulate and deduce the particle equation structure in his mind... The vast amount of data could make the Daoist lose himself in the darkness in no time!

As Yang Chen had predicted.

After just two attempts, in less than ten minutes, the Daoist collapsed like a dead dog, groaning, "What the hell did you give me? I thought I understood the principle, but when I tried to deduce it, it kept changing, not staying the same as on the paper!"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"Then admit defeat!" Yang Chen smiled, "If you admit defeat, I'll teach you in detail."

"I once swore never to be anyone's lackey!" The Daoist, seeing Yang Chen's playful expression, gritted his teeth, got up again, tore the paper into pieces, and said smugly, "I just won't look at it. Three days, I'm not afraid of you!"

Yang Chen shrugged indifferently and closed his eyes, ignoring the Daoist.

But less than ten minutes later, the Daoist suddenly went mad, pouncing on Yang Chen, grabbing his collar, and roaring, "Damn it, I knew you had ulterior motives! I can't take it anymore... I'm going to go crazy! Tell me, tell me! What the hell is it? Being your lackey for three years? I'll do it! Just tell me quickly!!"

What's the point of burning the paper? Once he calmed down, the information kept popping up in his mind uncontrollably. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and the more he thought, the more confused he became... The worst part was that Yang Chen, lying next to him, could provide the correct answers at any time!

In the intense conflict between cheating and not cheating, the Daoist finally gave up his principles and chose to cheat...

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