Chapter 166: Hu Rongqiang Jumping to His Death

Wang Yan didn't intend to do anything to Cheng Feng; it was all that dog-basket throwing himself into the fray.

Seriously, what was Cheng Feng? Even that old bastard Cheng Shengen didn't need him, Wang Mouren, to take action; that group of his subordinates could figure him out.

If Wang Yan got even a little angry today, he would be the one losing, and he would be sorry for the favor the system's living father had shown him.

Just then, Fatty Four, who was busy in the back, ran over. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Lin Xia, are you okay?"

He hadn't known something had happened before; it was the manager who told him. As soon as he heard about Lin Xia's matter, he didn't even wait for the manager to say more and ran over in a panic.

The tense atmosphere was relieved, and Lin Xia let out a long breath and patted Fatty Four, who had an anxious face. "Oh my, I'm fine. Oh, right, Wang Yan, let me introduce you, this is Fatty Four, Xiao Xi and we are all friends who came together from college."

Wang Yan smiled and nodded. "Hello."

"Hello, hello." Fatty Four was stunned for a moment, but had no mind to care about that, and continued to pursue Lin Xia. "What happened?"

"Oh my..." Lin Xia smiled and stood up, pushing Fatty Four away. "Everyone is friends, what could happen? I'm doing great. Go get some drinks."

Looking suspiciously at Wang Yan and Shao Huayang, Fatty Four said, "Tell me if something happens."

"Got it, got it, hurry up and go."

Fatty Four scanned Cheng Feng, who was rubbing his face, and didn't speak again, going to get drinks. He had a brain; this scene clearly showed Cheng Feng had been disciplined.

Although he was on Cheng Feng's side, when Shen Bing first arrived, he and Cheng Feng had fought over Lin Xia that day, and what he said when they were detained were his true feelings. Follower, lackey, servant—he thought that was how Cheng Feng saw him. Although Cheng Feng had arranged a job for him, that was just two bones Cheng Feng had thrown to him. Now seeing Cheng Feng suffer, don't say it, he even felt a little happy inside...

After Lin Xia sat down, Wang Yan smiled and hugged his arms, looking at Cheng Feng opposite him. "She knows, she knows everything."

Cheng Feng's body shook, and he stared at Wang Yan with a livid face.

Wang Yan looked indifferently at Lin Xia, who was about to wipe away tears. "That's all I'll say, leaving."

After finishing, Wang Yan patted Yang Zixi, signaling her to stand up and retreat.

Seeing Wang Yan wanted to leave, Shao Huayang said faintly, "This gentleman, I don't know what relationship you have with Lin Xia and the others, but leaving just like this isn't very good, is it?"

Wang Yan stopped his figure and looked at him. "Any advice?"

"At least it should be made clear." Shao Huayang looked at Lin Xia, who was crying and wiping away tears on the side.

With a disdainful smile, not paying him any mind, Wang Yan turned his head and looked at Lin Xia again. "He is Shao Huayang, said to be the Stock King of China. You can also feel that he has ideas about you. What I want to tell you is that he has a wife with breast cancer and two children, all in Singapore."

His background exposed, Shao Huayang frowned and stared at Wang Yan. "What do you mean?"

When Wang Mouren was showing off, this dog-basket didn't even know where he was, and now he was acting big and taking the lead in front of him?

Without answering, Wang Yan said, "Don't let there be a next time." As he spoke, he patted Shao Huayang on the shoulder and walked away with Yang Zixi in his arms.

Today's matter was very boring and a total buzzkill; he had to change to another bar to drink some more.

Shao Huayang was a smart man; he knew what Wang Yan meant—it was nothing more than him coming over to act tough but acting tough in front of the wrong person, and the other party just gave him a small warning. Although it was somewhat embarrassing, the few people present had no mind to pay attention to him, and he didn't feel he had lost much face. Besides, those who achieve great things don't fuss over trifles; not to mention he didn't know Wang Yan's identity, if he let the situation escalate because of such a small matter, then he would be a stupid idiot.

Of course, he didn't know Wang Mouren was that stupid idiot. If he had dared to beep again just now, Wang Mouren would have definitely fought him, and would have broken him into bankruptcy, high or low. Let's see if he could still act tough and act big, looking for his mother's love everywhere without money.

These were all small matters; Shao Huayang didn't care. At the moment, what he cared about was Lin Xia, who was crying like rain. Shao Huayang didn't know what to do, opened his mouth wanting to comfort Lin Xia, but he didn't know how to say it either. And even if he wanted to be the one, it wasn't his turn to go up and care; besides, their relationship wasn't that very close, they had only chatted a few times.

Cheng Feng was completely sober now, looked at Lin Xia wiping away tears, opened his mouth wanting to say something, but what came to his lips was a long sigh; there was really nothing good to say.

After all, he had just righteously said that Shi Xiaomeng was his brother, but what happened? Lin Xia by his side had known his true colors from beginning to end, yet had accompanied him for such a long time.

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He didn't have the slightest bit of being moved; instead, he felt Lin Xia was playing him like a monkey, watching his fun.

"What's wrong? Crying after such a short while? Did that Wang Yan bully you just now? Huh?"

Fatty Four came back carrying drinks. Seeing Lin Xia crying like a bear, his little heart felt so uncomfortable...

He hurriedly put down the drinks and reached out wanting to wipe the tears from Lin Xia's face, but he hesitated after reaching out, and his hand retracted tremblingly. He knew Lin Xia didn't like his little chubby hands...

"Fatty Four, it's none of your business, it's me."

Fatty Four didn't act rashly; one was that he hadn't figured out the cause and effect, and the other was that this was the bar where he worked.

Cheng Feng picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, poured down more than half the bottle, then turned to look at Lin Xia beside him, suppressing his anger. "Are you watching my joke?"

Although the anger in his heart was soaring, he didn't go hysterical, because that Wang idiot had just subdued him, and now if he shouted at Lin Xia, it would only make him look very cowardly and very weak. He was such a proud, such a self-centered young master, how could he bear such an evaluation?

Hearing this, Lin Xia was stunned, even forgetting to cry, blinking her eyes and looking at Cheng Feng in disbelief. "You... how could you think of me like that?"

"Forget it..." Cheng Feng shook his head, poured another big gulp of wine. "I suppose you wouldn't admit it anyway."

Lin Xia was anxious, explaining with a choked voice, "Cheng Feng... Cheng Feng... you bel... believe me, I'm not... like that, re... really not like that..."

Cheng Feng didn't speak again, finished the bottle of wine, slammed the bottle heavily on the table with a "bang," and amidst Lin Xia's shaking, teary-eyed gaze, stood up and left.

Fatty Four stood in front of Cheng Feng wanting to stop him; Cheng Feng wouldn't indulge him even if he wasn't angry, let alone when he was furious now. Directly pushing Fatty Four away, Cheng Feng explained to the bar manager; after all, Young Master Cheng was paying the bill, so if he ran away, it would be a joke.

After explaining, not caring about the issue of drunk driving, Cheng Feng drove away... the destination was downstairs at Shi Xiaomeng's house... he felt at peace there.

The main person was gone, Shao Huayang pushed his glasses, coughed twice to clear his throat; it was his turn to take the stage...

January 17th, 2011.

Another beautiful morning, Shi Xiaomeng went to his dearest Brother Wang to drink tea as usual.

It had been more than half a month since the small conflict with Cheng Feng at the bar, and Wang Yan didn't know the specific follow-up. For Cheng Feng, he, Wang Mouren, was truly disgusting; he just couldn't stand him but couldn't finish him off.

In any case, Wang Yan hadn't seen Cheng Feng again, nor had he spent the effort to inquire about those useless things. After all, he was quite busy on his side, and those small matters weren't worth his effort to pay attention to.

Although he didn't know the specifics, there were still some small signs. For example, Lin Xia had recently been playing with Yang Zixi again, and for example, as Yang Zixi said as fresh news, Shao Huayang didn't go to the bar to act like he had a story or play the pure-hearted uncle much anymore.

Thinking about it, it was normal. Shao Huayang saying it himself and Wang Yan saying it were two different things; after all, this also involved the issue of sincerity, and the subjective assumptions of the two were different. If Wang Yan said it, then Shao Huayang was not serious and had sinister intentions. If he said it himself, then whatever he said was what it was, and he could always explain it clearly.

As for Lin Xia, it wasn't that she didn't want to continue being good with Cheng Feng, but that Cheng Feng didn't care about her at all. After all, she had guarded him for so many years, and even after knowing Cheng Feng was pining for Shen Bing, she still didn't leave and kept sticking to him.

There was a kind of liking that was a habit, and Lin Xia was like that toward Cheng Feng. And the reason Lin Xia was like that, a considerable part had to be attributed to the sunk cost being too high, forcing her to like him. As for being snobbish and such, that was a matter of opinion.

Wang Yan poured two cups of tea; without him sending it, Shi Xiaomeng came up and took one away himself.

He had talked to Shi Xiaomeng once last time, of course, mainly because the ten million matter had stimulated Shi Xiaomeng. Since then, Shi Xiaomeng tried to come early in the morning and leave around eight in the evening. There was a delicate girl at home who really couldn't be wasted; after all, if he didn't cherish her, there were others who would love to spend money on her.

Wang Yan drank tea and asked, "What's wrong, looking so gloomy? Problems at work?" In the past, Shi Xiaomeng would grin foolishly, but today he came with a drooping face, and he couldn't help but notice.

"Sigh... it has nothing to do with work." Shi Xiaomeng opened his mouth with a long sigh, let out a long breath, and said helplessly, "It's still that garbage Cheng Feng. Brother, I truly must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to know Cheng Feng, and I even made friends with him and became brothers?"

Wang Yan didn't like listening to his complaints. "Tell me what happened."

"Ah? Oh..." Shi Xiaomeng gave a sheepish smile, followed by a face full of sorrow. "Shen Bing told me yesterday that Cheng Feng has been pestering her on her way to work. I truly... how can he be so disgusting..."

"How long has it been?"

"She said it's been a while. That Cheng Feng says two words and leaves, so she didn't take it to heart, and didn't tell me because she was afraid I'd worry. Shen Bing takes a different road every day, so she hasn't been blocked many times. It was only yesterday that Cheng Feng went crazy and went to block her at the kindergarten, affecting her normal work, that she came back and told me."

Shi Xiaomeng rubbed his head. "Cheng Feng has money, time, and energy. It's useless for us to move or for Shen Bing to change jobs; he'll do whatever he wants. We have a small family and small business, and we can't do anything to him. Brother, you tell me, what can I do?"

Wang Yan pondered. "I suggest Shen Bing resign first, and wait for a period of time before doing anything."

He meant that in a period of time, he would be free to deal with Cheng Feng and his father, Cheng Shengen. By then, Cheng Feng probably wouldn't have the mind to pester Shen Bing anymore.

"I'm afraid he'll block the door by then..."

Wang Yan frowned and thought about it. What Shi Xiaomeng said wasn't necessarily wrong; it wasn't impossible for Cheng Feng to do such a disgusting thing. It was possible to just kill Cheng Feng, but there was absolutely no need to look for trouble for himself. He, Wang Mouren, was the most law-abiding, although he could guarantee there wouldn't be a single flaw...

It wouldn't be disgusting to him anyway. As for Shi Xiaomeng, just endure it.

"If Cheng Feng wants to disgust you, I don't have any good way either. How about this, let Shen Bing come to the company to work for a period of time first. You and she can go to work and come home together, and then you won't be afraid of Cheng Feng pestering her. As for the kindergarten job, if Shen Bing still wants to do it, then wait for a while before looking for one."

Regarding Shen Bing, what he had to ensure was that Shen Bing couldn't kick Shi Xiaomeng; as for whether Shi Xiaomeng kicked Shen Bing or not, that wasn't important at all.

Shi Xiaomeng couldn't think of any other way, so he had to nod. "That's all we can do, sorry for the trouble, Brother."

Wang Yan waved his hand and turned to talk about some work matters, which could be considered him giving a lecture while he was at it.

After a pot of tea was finished, the time reached eight-thirty, and the day's work officially began.

Shi Xiaomeng left, and Wang Yan tidied up the tea set while thinking about recent events.

After more than a month, the versions of WeChat for both iOS and Android had been developed and completed internal testing. Originally, Tencent had developed it for three months, but Wang Yan clearly knew what he wanted, plus he himself worked overtime every day, so it wasn't strange that it took a little over a month, almost two.

The promotion plan had long been finalized, mainly promoting it first in the four major metropolises of Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen, and Guangzhou. It was expected that tomorrow, WeChat advertisements would be everywhere in the main places of these cities.

Because these four cities currently concentrated most of China's elite, they could be said to be the group of people leading China's fashion. And once these people used WeChat, the top-down promotion would be much easier.

Of course, this was based on the premise that Tencent didn't deal with them. After all, they held the user traffic of several hundred million, which was called encirclement, it was a massacre. Tencent couldn't just watch them grow big; being beaten was certain, it just depended on how long they could hold out and how many users they could retain in the end.

As for online promotion, they spent money to buy advertising spots on several portal websites. Overall, for WeChat's promotion, Wang Yan hadn't spent little money.

Speaking of promotion, Wang Yan remembered Hu Rongqiang, whose face was only worth thirty thousand to him. Wang Mouren never held grudges; he had only heard it once when Shi Xiaomeng was drunk and pouring out his heart to him.

Thinking of this, he tidied up the tea set in a few strokes, called the legal supervisor, understood the situation, and that was it. Hu Rongqiang wasn't worth Wang Yan wasting too much energy; just paying attention to it was enough.

Hanging up the phone, Wang Yan took his notebook to the conference room. After all, WeChat was going to be released and go online tomorrow; he, the boss and project leader, was still very busy.

What Wang Mouren didn't take seriously was a big deal for Hu Rongqiang.

The legal supervisor also knew Wang Yan only cared about results; no matter how well useless things were done, if the matter wasn't handled clearly, it was all in vain. So the daily face-brushing reports were saved by the legal supervisor, who just thought about reporting to the boss after dealing with Hu Rongqiang. It was also because of this that they had acted long ago, not bothering with lawyer letters or anything, and directly sued Hu Rongqiang.

Not only that, in order to thoroughly implement the purpose of Boss Wang to take down Hu Rongqiang, the legal supervisor took it upon himself to bribe Hu Rongqiang's company finance department and made a real-name report of tax evasion. After all, their lawsuit was sure to win, the contract signed wasn't small, and taking out a little liquidated damages was enough to buy people's hearts.

Hu Rongqiang wandered around the office area, which used to be bustling and was now empty and messy, twice in a daze. He walked into the office in a daze and sat in the boss chair he had specially equipped with high-end features; that was the supreme throne where he used to balance left and right, manipulate, and even control others.

He had never thought he would have such a day; his car, house, wife and children, and even his little Nana had all abandoned him, and he had nothing left. He even carried a debt on his back.

Being able to reach today, he had ability, but more of it was due to the environment of that year. If he were to start over today, there were too many capable people, and his little ability wouldn't be enough to look at. Moreover, having been comfortable for many years, he didn't have the courage to start over, and the debt he carried couldn't be paid off at all.

Sighing, Hu Rongqiang bent down and took out the foreign liquor he had hidden for a long time and couldn't bear to drink, as well as the expensive high-end handmade cigars from Cuba, from the cabinet of his desk.

Because he liked the way foreign devils and gentlemen shook their wine glasses, wrapped in cigars, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, and chatting.

He drank a glass of wine in one gulp, lit the cigar, spat out a long mist of smoke, stood up, straightened his tie, and tidied his clothes. Taking a lingering look at his boss chair, taking a look at his once supreme position, with the cigar in his mouth and the wine bottle in his hand, humming a little tune from his hometown, he climbed to the roof of the office building step by step.

Standing on the edge of the roof, Hu Rongqiang leaned over and took a look down, then hurriedly stepped back; he was a bit scared, a bit regretful. But he had nothing left, what was the point of living?

Picking up the wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth, without any cherishing of the good wine, he wiped his mouth and threw away the wine bottle.

He took one last puff of the cigar into his lungs, threw away the cigar he had only smoked a few times, coughed twice, took a run-up, closed his eyes, and jumped...

Until he died, he didn't know it was Wang Mouren...

Shi Xiaomeng, who came back from work, hugged Shen Bing and cherished her. "Did Cheng Feng look for you again?"

"No." Shen Bing shook her head. "But this isn't a way to go on, Xiaomeng."

In the past, when she knew Cheng Feng liked her, it would be impossible to say there wasn't a secret joy in her heart about her own charm. But now that Cheng Feng was pestering her like a madman, she was really annoyed. It was said that there were only wrong names, no wrong nicknames; Cheng Feng was truly crazy.

Shi Xiaomeng said, "I told Brother Wang today, and he said to let you go to the company to work for a period of time first. After this period passes and Cheng Feng doesn't pester you, if you still want to be a kindergarten teacher, then go find one again."

Shen Bing was a bit moved; she was also annoyed to death. After all, Cheng Feng was still quite restrained now, just confessing to them, but who knew what would happen later? "Would that be too much trouble for Brother Wang?"

"It's fine, as long as I work hard for Brother Wang. And Brother Wang had said before to let you go to the company, so this is just the right opportunity to go and see how it is." Shi Xiaomeng shook his head. "This way, the two of us can go to work and come home together, and then we won't be afraid of Cheng Feng's pestering. If he still dares to come, I'll beat him."

Shen Bing didn't dwell on Shi Xiaomeng's talk of working hard. If there really were no Wang Yan, they wouldn't know what kind of life they would be living now. Hearing Shi Xiaomeng say he wanted to beat Cheng Feng, she hurriedly spoke up. "Don't, absolutely not. He has money and power, we're just ordinary commoners, we really can't afford to offend him. If you beat him into something bad, and he doesn't let it go, wouldn't that be even more troublesome?" ===== CHAPTER 167 =====