Chapter 118: I Am the Legal Representative, Zhao Qingxun

Just as expected, three hours later Yang Tianxing received a call from Zhao Wenbo; the jobs for Su Weiyu and Su Weilei had already been arranged.

One was in logistics, the other in security.

Yang Tianxing checked the time; it was around 5:30 PM, just in time to get things settled before the factory got off work. It seemed Zhao Wenbo was truly worried about the recording leaking out, not daring to drag it out until the next day.

On the way to drop the two brothers off for their first day, Yang Tianxing drove while saying, "Actually, finding you two jobs isn't hard; the superior storefront of the 101 Entrepreneurship Base is hiring. But I went through the trouble of forcing Zhao Wenbo to arrange for you to enter the factory—do you know why?"

Su Weilei wanted to speak up, but seeing his older brother Su Weiyu remain silent, he obediently kept his mouth shut.

"Because I observed that this factory produces chip components for electronic products like mobile phones and computers; to put it bluntly, it's just a processing plant."

Yang Tianxing asked and answered himself, "Although it's just a processing plant, the big boss Zhao Qingxun seems to be actively reforming it. If the path is correct, the market will be huge. So, I'm sending you in first to feel out the real situation; who knows, in two years it might be a gold mine."

After Yang Tianxing finished speaking, he saw the blank expressions on Su Weiyu and Su Weilei's faces, and he smiled without saying anything more.

After the brothers got out of the car, Su Weilei asked blankly, "Brother, did you understand what he just said?"

"No."

Su Weiyu shook his head calmly, "Actually, he wasn't saying it for us to hear; he just wanted to clarify his own goals."

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Zhao Qingxun had a habit of returning to the office after work to handle official business; perhaps the quiet office environment helped her think.

This situation was something Hua Xiaoyu had discovered by chance, and it was later verified to be true. Since the jobs for the Su brothers were settled, Yang Tianxing went immediately to report and expose him.

Once you offend a person like Zhao Wenbo, there is no turning back; you must strike him down with a quick combination of blows. Leaving him even a sliver of an opportunity would be cruelty to oneself.

At the same time, Zhao Wenbo was also in his office, desperately searching for a solution.

He hadn't expected Yang Tianxing to actually record him; he had underestimated this seemingly rule-abiding, honest young man.

Now, there were only two paths before him.

One was to quickly admit his mistake to the factory manager Li Bisong and push all the responsibility onto Yang Tianxing. The outcome of that was hard to say, and he might still lose Li Bisong's trust.

The other was to pretend he didn't know anything, hoping Yang Tianxing would keep his promise and return the original recording after the conditions were met.

However, based on the meticulousness and ruthlessness Yang Tianxing had shown at noon, he figured getting it back wasn't very reliable.

Zhao Wenbo was smoking cigarette after cigarette, still hesitating, when a colleague passed by his office door: "Old Zhao, that young man you took in to deliver the express, why is he still wandering around the factory?"

Zhao Wenbo was startled and immediately asked, "Where is he?"

His colleague said, "At the entrance of the administrative building. But besides Boss Zhao, everyone else has gone to eat or off work. Are there still express deliveries to pick up this late?"

Zhao Wenbo felt a panic in his heart. He didn't have time to explain and immediately ran toward the administrative building, cursing under his breath that the damn Yang Tianxing was actually playing him. He should have known a person like him wouldn't keep his word.

In fact, he hadn't intended to keep his promise either; it was just that Yang Tianxing had done it first.

Zhao Wenbo ran until he was panting, but in the end, he was a step too late. When he arrived at the administrative building, he just happened to see Yang Tianxing's back as he walked inside.

Zhao Wenbo stared at the grand, imposing gate of the administrative building, suddenly feeling as if it were a man-eating monster, and the next thing it would swallow was him.

Once Zhao Qingxun knew about these matters, she might launch a massive purge and financial audit. He had been in the logistics department for so many years and had taken who knows how many kickbacks; he might even end up in jail.

"I can't just sit and wait for death; at least I can run."

A thought rose in Zhao Wenbo's mind, but running away required time to prepare. Who knew, maybe after Yang Tianxing finished talking, that woman surnamed Zhao would immediately call a meeting, and by then it would be too late for him to leave.

"I need an emergency situation, or rather, something to delay them for a while."

Once Zhao Wenbo had this realization, he started pondering in that direction, and he actually came up with an idea.

Someone had mentioned something during lunch: Zhao Qingxun's Hong Kong nanny seemed to have caught a cold. At the time, they didn't know if she had a fever or not, so she shouldn't be treated as a respiratory disease case and quarantined.

"Hong Kong, fever, respiratory disease, quarantine."

These words swirled around in Zhao Wenbo's head, and finally, a bold idea sprouted.

Zhao Wenbo went to a phone booth outside the factory, pressed a number, but hung up before it connected, repeating this action several times.

It was clear he was very hesitant, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and dialed through.

"Hello, is this the Chang'an District Center for Disease Control? I am at the Runxing Electronic Equipment Manufacturing Factory at 157 Donghu Industrial Avenue. I want to report that there might be a patient infected with a respiratory disease in the factory. She is from Hong Kong, yes, from Hong Kong..."

In this special period where "the epidemic is more urgent than fire," in less than three minutes, vehicles with sirens blaring immediately surrounded the administrative building.

The factory employees didn't know what was going on, only to see several doctors in hazmat suits rush into the administrative building, followed immediately by the setting up of a cordon outside.

Yang Tianxing had actually only been inside for a short while, having just reached the office floor where Zhao Qingxun was.

Although the two had already met once, the nature of this meeting was different. Yang Tianxing felt he should pay attention to his appearance, so he went to the restroom to tidy his clothes and take a leak to relax his mood.

But in that short time, when Yang Tianxing came out, he saw a team of people looking at him as if facing a great enemy.

"I just took a leak, no need to be so dramatic, right?"

Yang Tianxing was a bit stunned.

At this moment, a doctor walked out, their voice "buzzing" from under the hazmat suit.

"Hello, we received a report that there might be a carrier of a respiratory disease on this floor. According to relevant regulations and requirements, we must take mandatory quarantine measures for people coming and going to ensure they haven't been infected."

When Yang Tianxing heard this, he thought, isn't this nonsense? Chang'an City has been very safe during this epidemic; did I get infected by an alien or something?

"Doctor, there must be a misunderstanding."

Yang Tianxing wanted to defend himself, but they wouldn't listen at all, and soon it was confirmed.

"It is true that a person from Hong Kong had a fever today, but she only came to this floor, so we only need to quarantine those who have entered or exited this floor. No other employees have come up."

The doctor even comfortingly consoled Yang Tianxing: "It's okay, you look very young, and people with good physical fitness generally won't be infected. But you still need to be quarantined for examination. We won't abandon you; we will come every day to record your body temperature."

Yang Tianxing felt like he was in a dream; how could he have inexplicably gotten involved in this kind of thing?

"How long do I have to be quarantined?"

Yang Tianxing asked.

The doctor thought for a moment: "If the suspected Hong Kong case is just a simple fever and your body temperatures don't rise, then you can be released from quarantine. It will take at least three days."

Yang Tianxing immediately shook his head: "I think three hours is too long; I have a dinner date tonight."

Tonight, he had promised to have dinner and chat with Tan Zhizhi.

The doctor laughed upon hearing this: "Do you have a date with your girlfriend? Is your life more important, or is having dinner with your girlfriend more important?"

"Eating with my girlfriend is important."

Yang Tianxing said earnestly.

"Yo, so you're a romantic who prefers beauty over the empire."

The female nurse joked: "Just keep this relaxed mindset; if there's really nothing wrong, three days will pass very quickly."

Just as they were talking, Yang Tianxing noticed two police lines had been set up downstairs, with a white isolation line sandwiched between them, and there were even police officers standing guard.

"Damn, they're playing for real."

It made even Yang Tianxing feel a little nervous.

"Aren't there other people on this floor? Wasn't it said there is also a lady surnamed Zhao?"

Before Yang Tianxing could answer, a slender figure walked out from the innermost office.

At 6:00 PM, the hallway lights were off, and one could only tell from the silhouette that it was a woman wearing a long, thin trench coat; she had a great figure, with a belt cinched to reveal the expected curves.

In mid-April, warm breezes were already blowing in Chang'an, and her hair, stirred by the wind in the corridor, obscured her face.

Immediately after, with a "click," the hallway light was turned on.

She gently tucked back her loose hair, revealing an unsurprisingly beautiful face, but most importantly, her temperament was excellent—composed, easygoing, steady, and quiet.

"Hello everyone, I am Zhao Qingxun, the legal representative of Runxing Electronics Factory."