Chapter 82: Young man, you've got quite a bit of strength

Deputy Factory Director Liu pushed up his glasses, which were not actually sliding down, suppressed the bad feeling in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "This little comrade, what is your business?"

He recognized Ning Weidong, but he had never dealt with Ning Weidong directly before this, so naturally, he shouldn't have recognized him the moment he walked through the door.

What kind of virtue or ability does a Ning Weidong have to make a Deputy Factory Director remember him?

Ning Weidong grinned: "Factory Director Liu, my name is Ning Weidong; you should know me."

As he spoke, he walked toward the office desk at a leisurely pace.

Deputy Factory Director Liu frowned and sat still in his place.

He was unsure of what Ning Weidong wanted to do, and the act of locking the door behind him just now made him feel even more uneasy.

"Comrade Ning Weidong~" Deputy Factory Director Liu remained calm and raised his hand to gesture: "What situation do you want to report? Sit down and talk."

Since Ning Weidong had decided to come, he had no intention of beating around the bush, nor did he have any concerns about "leaving a way out for others so you can meet again in the future."

Ning Weidong did not sit in the chair opposite the desk as Deputy Factory Director Liu had gestured; instead, he very impolitely swung his leg over to sit on the edge of the desk, looking down at Deputy Factory Director Liu.

Deputy Factory Director Liu frowned, knowing that the visitor meant no good, stood up, and shouted: "Comrade Ning Weidong, I ask you to make it clear what kind of place this is! If you are here to report a situation normally, please respect me; if not, please leave."

Ning Weidong sneered; he hadn't expected this Deputy Factory Director to be quite tall, probably 1.8 meters, and now that he stood up, he was about the same height as Ning Weidong.

"Factory Director Liu, look at you, what's the rush?" Ning Weidong said with a mocking smile: "I heard you want to target me? You are a big factory director, and I am a nobody in the Security Division. We have no grudges between us, so why are you making things difficult for me?"

Deputy Factory Director Liu was startled; he didn't know where Ning Weidong had heard the rumors.

Theoretically, he hadn't made a move yet, so Ning Weidong shouldn't have known; how did he come knocking so aggressively? Naturally, Deputy Factory Director Liu would not admit it: "Comrade Ning Weidong, is there some misunderstanding? You said it yourself, we have no grudges, I don't even know you..."

Just as Deputy Factory Director Liu was rambling on with his explanations, he never expected a "Slap!"—Ning Weidong raised his hand and struck him across the face.

His glasses were knocked crooked instantly, his words came to an abrupt halt, and his face was filled with disbelief.

He never imagined that Ning Weidong would dare to hit him, a dignified Deputy Factory Director, in his own office.

It was simply insane, completely unhinged!

"You!" Deputy Factory Director Liu pointed a finger at Ning Weidong; he was a man of culture, and in his fifty years of life, he had never been in a fight.

The last time he was hit was when he was a child in a private school and the teacher hit his palms; this was the first time he had ever been slapped in the face.

Deputy Factory Director Liu was both shocked and furious once he reacted.

Ning Weidong, however, brushed his hand away and backhanded him with another slap.

This time, Deputy Factory Director Liu was completely stunned; his face burned, and he felt even more humiliated. He didn't understand how this young man, Ning Weidong, dared to do this.

But in reality, Ning Weidong hadn't used much force with those two strikes; otherwise, given his strength, Deputy Factory Director Liu would have lost a few teeth, and a concussion would have been unavoidable.

But if that had happened, the matter of hitting the Deputy Factory Director would be impossible to cover up, and that was not the result Ning Weidong wanted.

Deputy Factory Director Liu's head was buzzing; after the humiliation, his emotions erupted, and regardless of anything else, he bared his fangs and brandished his claws, lunging at Ning Weidong.

Ning Weidong leaned back against the desk, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

In his eyes, Deputy Factory Director Liu wasn't even worth a "battle power of five"; those two slaps earlier were just because he didn't want to leave too obvious a mark on his face.

As Deputy Factory Director Liu lunged over, Ning Weidong met him by raising his hand and punching him in the stomach. Deputy Factory Director Liu let out a muffled groan, his features twisted in pain, his mouth wide open as he gasped for air, and with a thud, he sat back down on his chair.

His face turned visibly pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans broke out on his forehead.

Ning Weidong rubbed his hand with a mocking smile, not pursuing the attack and saying nothing.

After a long while, Deputy Factory Director Liu caught his breath, his lips trembling as he said: "You~ you dare to hit me! Assaulting a factory director! I'm going to call the Security Division, I'm going to call the Public Security!"

Ning Weidong watched him clutching his stomach in a fit of rage and chuckled: "Factory Director Liu, look at you getting worked up again. Don't you want to call the Security Division~ I'm from the Security Division, I'll help you make the call. Calling the Public Security is fine too, I'll help you call them as well."

Deputy Factory Director Liu was stunned; Ning Weidong's reaction made him calm down instantly.

This was completely fearless! What was he relying on? Why? Ning Weidong provided the answer next.

"It's wrong for me to hit a factory director, but it's nothing compared to you~" Ning Weidong leaned forward, eye to eye with Deputy Factory Director Liu: "You really are... tsk tsk tsk, for the sake of your mistress, you actually went to such lengths to scheme and get her husband killed. A love watered with life and blood is truly moving and tragic!"

Deputy Factory Director Liu's heart tightened, as if a hand had grabbed it and squeezed hard.

He retorted stiffly: "You're talking nonsense! This is simply absurd!"

Ning Weidong said cheerfully: "Whether it's nonsense or not, you know it in your heart, and I know it too; being stubborn is useless."

Deputy Factory Director Liu's face turned even paler; he had originally thought this was just an insignificant little person, but he had actually brought a plague god upon himself.

Ning Weidong added: "But your judgment is really not very good, to actually trust a woman like Liu Hong'e..."

Deputy Factory Director Liu heard Ning Weidong explain the plan involving Wang Kaifeng, but he wasn't overly agitated.

Ning Weidong had been observing him the whole time and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "You knew early on?"

In fact, Ning Weidong had always had a doubt in his heart: did Liu Hong'e really have that much influence over Deputy Factory Director Liu? Did he believe whatever she said? Now it seemed that this Deputy Factory Director clearly knew what was going on.

After a moment of silence, Deputy Factory Director Liu gave a bitter smile: "I have failed Hong'e."

With these words, it was effectively a showdown.

Deputy Factory Director Liu endured the pain in his abdomen, raised his hand to straighten his glasses, tried his best to maintain his dignity, and looked at Ning Weidong: "Young man, you are quite strong~"

Ning Weidong thought to himself, calm under pressure and steady—sure enough, no one who can become a Deputy Factory Director in a unit of Red Star Factory's level is a fool.

Ignoring Deputy Factory Director Liu's remark, Ning Weidong set his terms: "Don't come and provoke me; let's keep to our own sides."

Hearing Ning Weidong's demand, Deputy Factory Director Liu endured the pain and grinned: "Young man, it seems you don't dare to do anything to me after all~"

Ning Weidong was expressionless; he had guessed early on that this old fox wouldn't be so easily intimidated.

The truly frightening ones are those who don't set conditions.

Since he set conditions, it meant he had demands, and having demands meant having weaknesses.

Deputy Factory Director Liu raised his hand to touch his face.

When he was first hit, it felt burning hot; besides the actual pain, it was more of a psychological effect—the humiliation of being slapped in the face.

"With your strength, if you really wanted to hit me, my face would definitely be swollen from those two slaps." Deputy Factory Director Liu thought he had found Ning Weidong's weakness: "You are afraid of being seen, so you don't dare to use your full strength on me, right."

(End of chapter)