Chapter 83: Stronger, More Brutal, More Unreasonable

Ning Weidong looked at Deputy Factory Director Liu; one really had to admit that this guy's brain turned fast.

He truly didn't dare to hit too hard; if he beat Deputy Factory Director Liu into a pig's head, what would he say to the outside world? He couldn't exactly say it was from a fall, could he? Ning Weidong said, "You're right, but so what?"

Deputy Factory Director Liu managed a smile: "Young man, there are some things that fists cannot solve."

Ning Weidong raised an eyebrow: "Do you think my fists aren't hard enough? Or do you think I don't dare to spill your secrets?"

Deputy Factory Director Liu said: "No matter how hard your fists are, do you dare to beat me to death? If you dare, then I admit defeat, but do you? As for my affairs... if you could spill them, you wouldn't be wasting your breath on me here right now. Given the current situation in the factory, neither Li Weibing nor Wang Guoqiang would let anything happen to me. Can your arm twist against a thigh?"

Ning Weidong narrowed his eyes; he had to admit that hidden beneath Deputy Factory Director Liu's refined exterior was the heart of an old scoundrel.

Dealing with this kind of person who plays the rogue is truly not easy.

However, Ning Weidong was not someone to be trifled with either; playing the rogue, who doesn't know how?

"Deputy Factory Director Liu, I really didn't see it coming." Ning Weidong sneered: "You really are willing to go all out! I just don't know if Liu Hong'e inside has the same resolve as you."

Mentioning Liu Hong'e, Deputy Factory Director Liu's complexion changed abruptly, and the smile that had just appeared froze on his face.

Ning Weidong anticipated that he would likely slam the table and sternly demand to know what Ning Weidong was trying to do.

But Deputy Factory Director Liu ultimately didn't lose his composure at the critical moment; he didn't ask such useless questions, but instead fell into silence.

Ning Weidong was in no rush to speak either.

After a long while, Deputy Factory Director Liu finally caught his breath and said in a low voice, "Must it be like this?"

Ning Weidong curled his lip: "Don't ask me, that depends on you! You might not be familiar with the market rate, but where Liu Hong'e is staying, I could pay two hundred yuan to have her crippled..."

Deputy Factory Director Liu suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of anger.

Ning Weidong met his gaze without backing down at all, and continued: "If I offer five hundred yuan, there are people who will help me take her life."

"You..."

Deputy Factory Director Liu raised a finger and pointed at Ning Weidong.

Ning Weidong made a "tsk" sound: "Just now you used this same finger to point at me."

Before the words had even faded, he suddenly struck, grabbed Deputy Factory Director Liu's index finger, and bent it upward with force. With a "crack," it was actually broken directly!

Deputy Factory Director Liu had no mental preparation at all; a wave of intense pain struck him instantly, and he opened his mouth to scream.

But Ning Weidong's other hand pushed his jaw upward, forcing his mouth to stay tightly shut.

The originally loud scream turned into a muffled groan.

At this moment, Deputy Factory Director Liu had only one thought in his mind: when a scholar meets a soldier, reason cannot be explained.

Originally, just now when Ning Weidong used Liu Hong'e to threaten him, he had already compromised.

He believed that with Ning Weidong's shrewdness, it was impossible for him not to see that.

Why did he still have to break his finger?

A moment later, Deputy Factory Director Liu's pain eased, and Ning Weidong let him go, smiling as he apologized: "Deputy Factory Director Liu, I'm sorry, I don't know my own strength, please bear with me."

Deputy Factory Director Liu clutched his injured hand, his face covered in sweat from the pain.

That finger was bent at a strange angle; just looking at it made one feel the pain.

"It's~ it's fine." Deputy Factory Director Liu swallowed hard; he was truly terrified.

Don't look at how he dared to plot a murder.

But using a machine to kill is completely different from a direct, face-to-face confrontation.

And Ning Weidong's final move, deliberately breaking his finger, was for this very purpose.

Two light slaps and a punch to the stomach were not enough to make him remember the lesson.

There had to be a deeper, longer, and continuous pain that made him feel the agony in his flesh to make this Deputy Factory Director feel fear. Generally speaking, the psychology of people like Deputy Factory Director Liu is very subtle.

He hides in the shadows, using intent to calculate the unintentional, and can deprive a person of their life without any burden.

But when everything is laid out in the open, especially when facing someone stronger, more brutal, and more unreasonable than him, he turns into a bullied little daughter-in-law.

The previous light pain did not touch Deputy Factory Director Liu's bottom line.

Perhaps now, face-to-face with Ning Weidong, he would choose to retreat.

But afterwards, when he returned home and thought he was safe, he would have other ideas again.

There must be a continuous pain to constantly reinforce his fear of Ning Weidong.

Ning Weidong smiled: "Look, this is much better. As long as you don't come to provoke me, you are the high-and-mighty Deputy Factory Director, and I am the lowly worker below; we are all good."

Deputy Factory Director Liu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Ning Weidong, looking harmless, glanced at Deputy Factory Director Liu's broken finger again and said considerately: "Shall I call the hospital for you?"

Deputy Factory Director Liu endured the pain and said: "Thank you, no need."

"What's there to thank? Serving the leadership is what I should do." Ning Weidong scratched the back of his head with a smile. With his thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a buzz cut, he looked quite honest; those who didn't know might think he was trying to curry favor with his superior.

Deputy Factory Director Liu's mouth twitched, his tone carrying a plea: "Why don't you leave first~"

Ning Weidong didn't drag it out any longer: "Alright, then I'll go first. You, this..." He glanced at the broken finger again: "You still need to hurry to the hospital and get it checked."

Facing Ning Weidong's concern, Deputy Factory Director Liu gritted his teeth and said: "I know, thank you, Comrade Ning Weidong!"

Only then did Ning Weidong turn and walk toward the door.

With a "click," he unlocked the door, with a "creak," he pulled the door open, and finally, with a "bang," he closed the door.

Watching Ning Weidong's back disappear, Deputy Factory Director Liu looked up and let out a painful groan.

He had been holding it in just now; this was the pain of fingers connected to the heart.

Ning Weidong's shadow appeared in his mind, both hated and feared.

Just then, a man in his thirties wearing glasses walked in from outside.

Seeing Deputy Factory Director Liu's hand, he said in surprise: "Deputy Factory Director Liu! Your hand..."

Deputy Factory Director Liu came back to his senses, pulled himself together, and said calmly: "That... I just had a fall and accidentally poked my finger. Wang, you came at the right time, help me call a car, I'm going to the hospital."

On the other side, Ning Weidong came down from upstairs as if nothing had happened.

He had only stayed in the Deputy Factory Director's Office for less than ten minutes in total.

He entered the room and said to Wen Aiying, "Sister Wen, I'm finished. If you have things to do, go ahead~"

Wen Aiying responded with a sound, seeing Ning Weidong smiling happily, and assumed he had some good news, after all, he had just gone to see the factory director.

She had no idea that the guy in front of her had just snapped the Deputy Factory Director's finger three minutes ago.

Wen Aiying responded with a sound, stood up, and went out.

Only Ning Weidong was left in the Office.

He came to the side of Chen's desk and reached out to pick up the telephone.

There was only one telephone in the room placed here, and it was an internal line; to call outside, one first had to dial the switchboard.

"Hello, please connect me to 565643..."

(End of this chapter)