Chapter 109: Are You Treating Me Like an ATM?

The next afternoon, Yang Tianxing brought some people to the Runxing Electronic Equipment Manufacturing Factory. After contacting the Deputy Head of the Logistics Department, Zhao Wenbo, he explained his arrangements.

Zhao Wenbo's triangular eyes swept over them; there was only one woman among them, Hua Xiaoyu, and she couldn't exactly be called pretty. He curled his lip and said, "How come they all look like college students?"

Yang Tianxing handed over a cigarette and even helped light it: "As long as they can get the job done, who cares about their status."

Zhao Wenbo had just received 1,000 yuan and two cartons of cigarettes, so he wasn't in a position to nitpick. He nodded and said, "Since Brother Yang has spoken, then I have no problem with it."

Yang Tianxing turned to the part-time college students and said, "You all go to the administration building first to familiarize yourselves with the routes. Go back to school on your own tonight; I'm going out with Supervisor Zhao to discuss some business."

Seeing that Yang Tianxing was very well-versed in the rules, Zhao Wenbo smiled until his skin wrinkled: "Brother Yang really knows how to conduct himself; your future will be limitless."

"When everyone gathers firewood, the flames rise high; I still have to rely on everyone's help."

While being polite, Yang Tianxing prepared to drive out of the electronics factory. As he passed the main gate, a wine-red sports car brushed past him.

Yang Tianxing took a look; it was indeed the one belonging to Zhao Qingxun.

Zhao Wenbo seemed a bit afraid of that sports car—or more accurately, afraid of Zhao Qingxun, who was driving it. He hunched his shoulders and shrank his head.

Yang Tianxing really wanted to confirm Zhao Qingxun's identity, so he found a topic and said, "Supervisor Zhao, what would you like to eat tonight?"

"How about seafood?"

Zhao Wenbo said directly; his plan was to specifically pick expensive things to eat.

Hearing this, Yang Tianxing couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Eat your mother's seafood. This factory's business only brings in about 30,000 yuan a month, and I still have to pay my brothers' wages out of that. If the seafood is even slightly high-end, it'll cost over ten thousand."

Zhao Wenbo was truly just as Zhang Liye had described: a bottomless pit, both greedy and tacky.

"What, is Boss Yang feeling like it's too expensive?"

Zhao Wenbo leaned against the car window, looking at Yang Tianxing with an unhappy expression.

"Why would I begrudge the cost of food? As long as you're happy, that's all that matters," Yang Tianxing said with a laugh.

Zhao Wenbo's expression finally softened.

"However."

Yang Tianxing said with a serious face: "According to scientific research, one should eat less seafood in winter, especially men, because it's bad for that aspect."

"Really?"

As a scrawny, middle-aged man, Zhao Wenbo cared most about his ability in that area, especially since he felt increasingly inadequate lately, so Yang Tianxing's words struck his weakness.

"Of course it's true."

Yang Tianxing was very certain: "You understand the Five Elements, right? Winter is cold, and seafood is also cold. Mixing them together is just cold upon cold. We men rely on the hot fire in our dantian; eating seafood in winter just douses it directly."

Seeing the half-believing expression on Zhao Wenbo's face, Yang Tianxing coughed and added: "Besides, the main component of crab roe is polychlorinated biphenyls. After the human body absorbs it, it turns into serotonin, and this stuff can turn a man into a noodle."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Hearing Yang Tianxing mention these technical terms, Zhao Wenbo began to believe him. After all, with both Chinese and Western arguments, he looked at Yang Tianxing with considerable admiration and said: "You know all of this?"

Yang Tianxing said dismissively: "I often watch 'Health Road' on CCTV-10. So, which seafood restaurant shall we go to?"

"Let's not eat it, let's not eat it."

Zhao Wenbo hurriedly refused. This was no joke; how could a man turn into a noodle?

However, Zhao Wenbo didn't want to give up: "Then let's eat seafood in the summer. By then, the cold and heat will balance each other out, which is best for the body."

Yang Tianxing didn't speak, thinking to himself that he should just hope to stay in the factory until then.

But after this conversation, because they had discussed "private" matters, the two were much more "familiar" with each other. Yang Tianxing asked casually: "I saw a sports car when I was leaving just now; which leader in the factory is that?"

"She's not a leader."

Zhao Wenbo spoke with a tone of disdain: "She just relies on being born well. She doesn't understand anything but comes here to blindly give orders. One moment she's restructuring, the next she's merging. My salary has been slashed by a chunk because of this little wench."

"It's a woman?"

Yang Tianxing feigned surprise.

Zhao Wenbo was full of resentment: "Just a woman, and a Hong Konger at that, only twenty-four or twenty-five years old."

"That's just playing the piano randomly."

Yang Tianxing pretended to console him: "Your factory director just lets her mess around like this?"

Zhao Wenbo also shook his head and sighed: "There's no helping it. This woman is a shareholder; strictly speaking, the factory director is just an employee."

But at this point, Zhao Wenbo felt something was off: "Why is a delivery guy like you asking about this?"

"Just curious. I'm a person with a lot of curiosity."

Actually, he had gathered enough information. Yang Tianxing said with a grin: "Enough, enough, let's go eat."

This meal cost another 300-plus yuan. When paying the bill, Zhao Wenbo took a carton of cigarettes as if it were nothing. Yang Tianxing didn't say a word, silently paying the bill.

Seeing that Yang Tianxing was very obedient, Zhao Wenbo suggested wanting to get a foot massage to relax.

Yang Tianxing knew exactly what Zhao Wenbo wanted to do, so he deliberately drove him around the massage parlors near the police station.

In the end, Zhao Wenbo lost his nerve and returned to the factory clutching his cigarettes.

After this greedy Deputy Head of the Logistics Department left, Yang Tianxing suddenly flicked his cigarette butt away fiercely.

"Son of a bitch, he actually treats me like an ATM?!"

Yang Tianxing was extremely annoyed. Eating and drinking were acceptable, but for it to become a regular occurrence—this was a damn insult.

Yang Tianxing thought for a moment. He didn't intend to find Zhao Qingxun directly yet; he had his own methods. He would get the evidence first.

He stepped on the gas and arrived at the Baihui Computer City. After walking into a store, he asked: "Do you have any voice recorders?"

"What kind of recorder do you want? We have all grades here," the sales clerk said.

Yang Tianxing thought about his requirements: "A micro-recorder that can distinguish timbre and can be carried on one's person."

The sales clerk took out a device the size of a thumb: "388 yuan. No static, long battery life, supports computer ports..."

He wanted to keep bragging, but Yang Tianxing tossed down three 100-yuan notes, took the goods, and left.

"Damn, so young, so cold, so arrogant, and buying a recorder—could he be a secret agent?"

In 2002, the first *The Bourne Identity* was released to great popularity, and terms like "secret agent" and "spy" began to sweep across the mainland.

As for this voice recorder, it was naturally prepared by Yang Tianxing for Zhao Wenbo.

This person had reached out his hand to ask for money nakedly the first time they met, and started making endless demands the second time they met.

To deal with such a troublesome brat, Yang Tianxing's solution was a candy in one hand and a gun in the other.

It was just that the candy was limited; if it exceeded Yang Tianxing's tolerance and psychological estimation, then only blades and guns would be waiting.

Walking out of the computer mall, Yang Tianxing was just preparing to return to school when his shoulder was suddenly patted by someone.

"Are you here to pick me up and take me back?"

Deng Yidi was wearing a long trench coat, stylish but very thin, with a layer of black silk stockings wrapped around her legs, shivering from the cold as she hunched over in the winter night.

Yang Tianxing looked her over, waved his hand, and said, "Get in the car."

"Alrighty, thanks, Squad Leader Daddy."