Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 10

Seeing Zhao Qianru being knocked to the ground, Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng were instantly furious, their blood boiling with rage.

Zhao Qianru was one of the most beautiful girls in the company, and Jiang Qiushui was head over heels for her. How could he stand by and watch her get bullied?

He stepped forward and delivered a powerful kick to Manager Cheng’s chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. “Cheng Lai Pi, you think you can get away with this? I gave you face, but you don’t want it, huh?”

“Jiang Qiushui, how dare you hit me!” Cheng, the fat man, scrambled to his feet, his face red with anger and twisted in rage.

“I treated you like a human being, and this is how you repay me? Push me too far, and I’ll have my uncle investigate your company. Let’s see how long you can keep it running!”

Jiang Qiushui kicked him again, sending Cheng stumbling out the door.

Hu Feng also stepped forward, delivering a series of kicks that left Cheng rolling on the floor, clutching his head and howling in pain. “You dare lay a hand on Jiang’s woman? Are you out of your mind? You’ve been spoiled rotten, thinking you’re untouchable!”

Hu Feng, a black belt in taekwondo, didn’t hold back.

Ding Yahan, worried things might escalate, quickly pulled him back. “Stop! If you keep going, it’ll get out of hand! Besides, we’re here to discuss business!”

“Get out! Transfer the money to the company by tomorrow, or I’ll beat you up again next time I see you!” Hu Feng reluctantly stopped, spitting a thick glob of phlegm onto Cheng’s face, nearly making him vomit.

Cheng struggled to his feet, wiping the foul-smelling spit off his face, tears nearly welling up in his eyes. When had he ever been humiliated like this?

His eyes bloodshot, he pointed at Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng. “Fine, you think you’re tough? Don’t go anywhere. I’ll call someone to deal with you!” He limped away.

“We’ll be waiting!” Hu Feng slammed the door shut.

Jiang Qiushui sneered. “What a joke! He really thinks he’s something! Tomorrow, I’ll have my uncle investigate his company!”

Ding Yahan, who had been worried earlier, now felt reassured. Jiang Qiushui was always reliable and level-headed. He could handle Cheng.

Everyone sat back down.

“If it weren’t for Director Ding stopping me, I would’ve beaten him to death!” Hu Feng said, still looking smug.

Wu Fangfei’s eyes sparkled with gratitude as she looked at Jiang Qiushui. “Qiushui, thank you so much for earlier!”

“Jiang, Brother Feng, you guys were amazing! Real heroes saving the day!”

“That was so satisfying. Beating up a client during a business meeting? Jiang, you’ve made history!”

“Damn, that felt good! I almost wanted to join in and kick him a few times myself!”

The room erupted in praise.

In the public relations industry, dealing with insults and humiliation was par for the course. Everyone had bottled-up frustration, and today, they finally got to vent.

Suddenly, Hu Feng’s gaze fell on Jiang Tian, and he smirked. “Jiang Tian, weren’t you acting all high and mighty earlier? Refusing to toast Manager Cheng? I thought you were some big shot! But when it came down to it, you chickened out!”

“Yeah! Qianru and Fangfei were being bullied, and you didn’t even move. Are you even a man?”

“Do you have any guts at all?”

“This is just unacceptable!”

The women all chimed in, criticizing Jiang Tian relentlessly.

Even Zhao Qianru’s eyes showed a flicker of disappointment as she whispered, “You said you’d protect me and my sister forever. What happened to that?”

Jiang Tian, calmly peeling a shrimp, replied nonchalantly, “That trash wasn’t worth my time.”

The room fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. “Oh my god, Jiang Tian, you’re such a character! You don’t even need a script to spin a tale!”

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In a lavish office at the Di Hao Club, a crystal chandelier from Swarovski hung overhead, complemented by Italian leather sofas and an array of rosewood and sandalwood furniture. The shelves were filled with jade, emerald ornaments, and antiques, each worth millions.

On the spacious sofa sat a man in his late thirties, dressed in an Armani suit. He sat confidently, a stunning woman in her early twenties nestled in his arms. She wore a red evening gown, exuding sensuality, with a particularly impressive bust that would turn heads wherever she went.

This woman was Dongdong, the general manager of Di Hao Club and a rising internet star. She had starred in two wildly popular web series and was adored by millions of netizens as the “Goddess of the Big Bust.”

At the moment, she was feeding the man a strawberry with a toothpick.

Behind the man stood over a dozen burly men in black, their eyes sharp and menacing.

Suddenly, Cheng burst into the room, shouting, “Damn it, today’s been a disaster! I can’t believe this happened!”

The man in the Armani suit looked up, startled. “Cheng, what the hell happened to you? Your face is all red. Did someone boil you alive?”

Cheng plopped down on the sofa, grabbed a glass of Black Label whiskey, and downed it in one gulp. “Brother Hao, I got beaten up downstairs. You’ve got to back me up on this! Are we brothers or not? It’s time to prove it!”

“Wait, someone dared to lay a hand on you at Di Hao Club?” The man, known as Hao, frowned.

“Exactly!” Cheng fumed. “Some PR reps from Zhao Pharmaceuticals came to collect a debt. One of the girls was really pretty, so I asked her to keep me company tonight. Next thing I know, they’re beating me up, kicking me all over the place!”

Dongdong immediately picked up her phone and called the floor manager. “What’s the deal with those people?”

The floor manager hurriedly bowed and said, “It’s Jiang Qiushui, the nephew of Deputy Director Jiang Jun from the Drug Administration, and that guy Hu Feng. They’re still here, drinking like nothing happened!”

“A nephew of some deputy director? A petty official with a bit of pocket change dares to cause trouble? Ten years ago, I would’ve shot him dead!” Cheng sneered, his face full of disdain.

“Jiang Qiushui? Hu Feng? These punks dare to cause trouble in my club? Are their brains fried?” Hao laughed coldly, his face full of contempt. He patted Cheng’s thigh and assured him, “Don’t worry, Cheng. I’ll handle this for you. Just say the word, and I’ll make them pay. I’ll even take their lives if you want!”

The floor manager shuddered, her face pale. She knew these unfortunate kids were about to face a world of pain.

She had worked at Di Hao Club for years and knew exactly how terrifying Hao’s influence was.

Zhou Zhenghao, a top-tier figure in Linzhou who had connections in both the underworld and the government.

He controlled over a dozen nightclubs like Di Hao Club and Emperor’s Palace, all part of his gray business empire, with assets totaling nearly two billion.

In the western district, Zhou Zhenghao was untouchable. He could drink and dine with district mayors and party secretaries, wielding immense power and influence.

And Cheng had a deep history with Zhou Zhenghao.

Over a decade ago, Zhou Zhenghao and Cheng had started out together, running loan sharking operations and underground gambling dens to make their first fortune.

When things went south, Cheng took the fall for Zhou, serving two years in prison and buying Zhou the time he needed to build his empire.

Now that Zhou’s business had grown, he mostly mingled with legitimate businessmen and government officials, keeping his ties with Cheng, a small-time boss, out of the public eye.

But in private, Zhou had repeatedly said that without Cheng taking the fall for him, he wouldn’t be where he was today.

Their bond was as strong as brothers, forged through life-and-death experiences.

Now that Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng had beaten up Zhou’s sworn brother, there was no way they’d get off easy.

“You did well. You can go now,” Dongdong said to the floor manager, dismissing her with a wave.

After the floor manager left, Zhou turned to a burly man with a tiger tattoo on his arm. “Ah Hu, make sure no one leaves the private room. We’re running a business here, and it wouldn’t look good if customers saw us beating people up or worse.”