Chapter 117: The Thicker the Thigh, the Better to Hug

The Rhyme of the River is a Sichuan-style restaurant; when Yang Tianxing arrived with the two brothers Su Weiyu and Su Weilei, Zhao Wenbo and the others had already begun eating.

"Tianxing, go eat something outside; I'll call you when I'm finished here."

Zhao Wenbo hadn't wanted to let Yang Tianxing sit at the table in the first place.

It was only because the others couldn't stand it: "Forget it, it's just a matter of adding a few pairs of chopsticks."

Hearing this, Zhao Wenbo immediately put on a fawning smile: "I was mainly worried they might leak the leaders' secrets."

"What secrets could there be in a casual meal?"

A man in his fifties waved his hand and said; he was Li Bisong, the factory director of the electronics plant, and he had also been present at the tea gathering at Tianshui Elegant Collection last time.

Yang Tianxing just smiled and said nothing, looking as shy as a young man who had just seen the world.

Su Weilei glanced over, thinking to himself that when Yang Tianxing was dealing with him that day, he certainly didn't look as harmless as he did now.

Sensing something, Yang Tianxing turned his head to look at Su Weilei and smilingly helped him pick up some food.

"Eat more."

"Mm, thanks."

Su Weilei suddenly felt a bit constrained; he was truly afraid of Yang Tianxing now.

Perhaps because there were outsiders present, the people from the electronics plant indeed didn't discuss anything too private while eating.

They only inadvertently chatted about some gossip: "The people in the administrative department say that Zhao Qingxun's nanny seemed to have caught a cold last night; who knows if she has a fever, but if she really does, let's hope she isn't taken away as a respiratory disease case."

"Don't even think about it, rich people like them don't get sick."

"They have a little money, but not much; otherwise, why would she be called the 'fallen princess'?"

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After finishing lunch, Li Bisong said to Zhao Wenbo: "Your logistics department will pay the bill; bring it to me to sign."

Zhao Wenbo agreed respectfully, but after everyone had left, he said to Yang Tianxing: "Tianxing, settle the bill and bring me the receipt later."

His intention was clear: not only was he making Yang Tianxing pay for the meal, but he also intended to take the receipt back to claim reimbursement.

Eating a free meal and still thinking about profiting from the bill.

This time, Yang Tianxing did not move; he pointed at Su Weiyu and Su Weilei and said: "Supervisor Zhao, I have a small favor to ask. These two are my fellow townsmen; could you introduce them to work at Runxing?"

Zhao Wenbo was leisurely picking his teeth; he sized up Su Weiyu and the others, lowered his eyelids, and said: "We'll talk about it later. The factory hasn't said it definitely needs to hire people right now. You go settle the bill first."

Yang Tianxing acted as if he hadn't heard and continued to introduce them: "Su Weiyu has a steadier personality, so he could join the logistics department to help Supervisor Zhao. Su Weilei is young and in good health, so he could be a security guard."

Zhao Wenbo found it strange; how had Yang Tianxing changed today?

"Go settle the bill first, didn't you hear me?"

Zhao Wenbo spat out his toothpick impatiently and stood up with his thin, gaunt frame.

Yang Tianxing remained unmoved and slowly poured himself a cup of tea: "Ms. Zhao Qingxun should be your big boss, right? If Supervisor Zhao is always bad-mouthing her behind her back, what will happen if she finds out?"

"What, you want to go snitch?"

Zhao Wenbo said disdainfully: "The point is, who would believe a delivery guy..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, Yang Tianxing suddenly took out a portable cassette player and, with a "click," pressed the switch; a clear voice came from within.

"Calling her a princess, she's actually just a fallen princess. Her mother doesn't have much status in the Zhao family; she's like a concubine."

"The Zhao family has an industry worth over 100 billion, yet they only gave her an electronics manufacturing plant."

"The key is that she's just a student who just returned from studying in America. So what if she has a high degree? She has no experience but wants to reform things. Director Li, you have to hold your ground."

"Old Zhao, you even have the same surname as her; why aren't you from the same clan?"

"Hahahaha, I wish I could be her uncle."

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Zhao Wenbo froze for a moment, then walked over quickly to snatch the cassette player.

Su Weiyu blocked his path, his expression cold.

Zhao Wenbo was startled; Su Weiyu's nickname was "Spear," and he used to be a well-known hoodlum near Jinzhou No. 1 High School; his cold face was still quite intimidating.

Yang Tianxing took the cassette out of the player and held it between two fingers: "Does Supervisor Zhao want the tape? Then I'll give it to you."

With a "slap," Yang Tianxing threw the tape directly onto Zhao Wenbo's face.

Zhao Wenbo hurriedly picked it up and looked at Yang Tianxing with suspicion; why had he so easily returned the incriminating evidence?

Sure enough, Yang Tianxing sipped his tea and said: "I recorded the tape, but the original is in the recorder. I can duplicate 300 copies of this tape a day. Do you believe I could have every person in the electronics plant holding a copy?"

"Fuck!"

Zhao Wenbo suddenly cursed: "You want to hand it to Zhao Qingxun to report me? I'm afraid you don't even know when she enters or leaves the factory."

"I do."

Yang Tianxing said with a smile: "I started having my delivery couriers keep an eye on her arrival and departure times two weeks ago, including the location of her office."

Only then did Zhao Wenbo realize that this trap had been laid long ago.

"Furthermore."

Yang Tianxing continued: "This recording won't just go to Zhao Qingxun; I'll also give a copy to Factory Director Li Bisong, and I'll tell him it was recorded by Supervisor Zhao."

"You son of a bitch Yang Tianxing, you want to ruin me!"

Zhao Wenbo roared and started to charge over; if this recording were handed to Li Bisong, even if he didn't necessarily believe it, he would certainly never trust Zhao Wenbo again for any future activities.

Zhao Wenbo hadn't even taken two steps before Su Weiyu pushed him back.

In truth, there was no need for Su Weiyu to act at all; Zhao Wenbo was like a bamboo pole and was truly quite useless.

However, his willingness to show initiative was a good thing; it was much more proactive than Su Weilei, who was standing on the sidelines watching the fun.

Zhao Wenbo's small frame was pushed so hard his chest felt like it was dislocated; he looked at Yang Tianxing's young face and panted: "You're not even twenty years old, why are you so sinister?"

"You can't put it that way, Supervisor Zhao."

Yang Tianxing shook his head: "If we're talking about being sinister, you're the sinister one. I was just trying to lead a group of college students to earn some pocket money and broaden our connections, but the money we made wasn't even enough for your eating, drinking, and smoking. Do you really want us to have an easy time?"

Zhao Wenbo stopped making a sound; he was indeed not a good person, taking kickbacks too ruthlessly without the slightest consideration for Yang Tianxing's profit margins.

Of course, he also hadn't considered the strength of Yang Tianxing's counterattack, contentedly bullying this polite, soft-spoken young man who wasn't even twenty years old.

"How about this."

Zhao Wenbo's tone softened: "You give me the original version, any conditions are negotiable, and I can arrange for these two fellow villagers to enter the factory immediately."

It seemed Zhao Wenbo wasn't entirely brainless, otherwise he wouldn't have reached the position of Deputy Manager, and he still knew how to use a delaying tactic.

Yang Tianxing did not agree: "Arrange the factory entry first to prove your sincerity, then return the money you've swallowed into your stomach; I've calculated it to be 4,700 yuan in total, rounded up to 10,000 even."

"I can't come up with that much money all at once," Zhao Wenbo said immediately.

Yang Tianxing set a deadline: "I'll give you three days to raise the funds, but you must arrange for them to enter the factory today; otherwise, I will hand the cassette tape to Zhao Qingxun and Factory Director Li tomorrow."

Zhao Wenbo stared gloomily at Yang Tianxing, pushed open the door, paid the bill, and left.

Only three people remained in the dining room; Yang Tianxing lowered his head to drink tea, Su Weiyu remained silent, and Su Weilei felt that the confrontation just now was like a scene from a movie.

There were many things he didn't understand, but he still felt it was very impressive—truly, he didn't understand it, but he felt it was awesome.

"I estimate that in order to keep me steady, Zhao Wenbo will arrange for you to enter the factory this afternoon."

Yang Tianxing stood up and said: "Just go in when the time comes."

"Then will we be working under him?"

Su Weilei couldn't help but ask; he was worried that Zhao Wenbo would take revenge on the two brothers.

"It's fine."

Yang Tianxing said with an indifferent expression: "This son of a bitch is using a delaying tactic, and I'm doing the same; the money definitely won't be recovered, but once he arranges for you to enter the factory, I'll immediately go get the cassette tape and hand it to Zhao Qingxun to expose him—only a fool would wait until three days later."

Su Weilei was even more dumbfounded; this was a scheme within a scheme, a trap within a trap, with lies piled upon lies.

"Hmph, one must definitely find the thickest thigh to hug; no matter how much experience or prestige Factory Director Li has, he's still just an employee, while Zhao Qingxun, no matter how young, is the controlling shareholder—is there any comparison between the two?"

Yang Tianxing sneered; Zhao Wenbo had chosen the wrong side from the very beginning, and he was merely helping him dig his grave a little deeper.