Chapter 94: Why Aren't You Hee-Heeing Anymore?

At the same time, several senior executives from Jin Xun Technology beside Su Qiang joined in to echo his words.

"Young man, know when to stop," the Deputy General Manager wearing glasses shook his head.

"You're just an employee who got laid off; what's the point of challenging us here?"

"Do you have any idea who is sitting at this table? Several executives from Jin Xun Technology, your former leaders!"

"Now that you've offended us, do you think you can still survive in this circle later in Jiangcheng?"

Qin Ze looked at them without saying a word.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and lit it.

He took a drag and slowly exhaled.

Seeing him remain silent, Su Qiang assumed he had backed down, snorted coldly, and turned to the waiter, saying:

"Check, please!"

He pulled out his wallet, preparing to pay and leave.

Just then, a noisy burst of footsteps suddenly came from the restaurant entrance.

Seven or eight men wearing black short-sleeved shirts walked in.

Leading them was a bald, burly man with a gold chain around his neck and a fierce expression on his face.

It was Brother Hu.

As soon as Brother Hu entered, he scanned the room, spotted Qin Ze, and strode over.

"President Qin!"

Qin Ze nodded.

Then he pointed in the direction where Su Qiang and the others were sitting.

Brother Hu waved his hand, and the men behind him immediately scattered, subtly surrounding Su Qiang's table without making a sound.

Su Qiang was just about to pay when he looked up and found himself surrounded by several hulking brutes.

His hand instantly froze.

"Y-you... what are you doing?"

Brother Hu ignored him and looked at Qin Ze.

"President Qin, what's the situation?"

Qin Ze immediately briefly explained what had just happened!

Qin Ze flicked the ash from his cigarette and looked at Su Qiang.

"Apologize or not?"

Su Qiang's face turned pale.

He looked at the burly men surrounding him, then at Qin Ze's expressionless face, his throat bobbing.

"Qin Ze, do you know this is illegal?"

Qin Ze laughed.

"Illegal?"

"What law did I break? I asked a friend to come over for a meal; is that not allowed?"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked over to stand in front of Su Qiang.

"Supervisor Su, I gave you a chance just now."

"If you had apologized properly and bought another bottle of wine, this matter would have been settled."

"But you insisted on acting tough in front of me."

He took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke into Su Qiang's face.

"Hee-hee, huh? Why aren't you hee-heeing anymore?"

"Speak up; is it because you don't like talking that you're not speaking?"

"Don't you want to manipulate me? Show me one way you think you can."

As Qin Ze fired off these questioning remarks, he watched as Brother Hu and the others, broad-shouldered and looking like fierce gods, closed in.

Su Qiang, someone who had stayed within the company's ivory tower and never truly encountered society, was nearly scared out of his wits.

"Now, I don't need you to buy the wine, and I don't want the money for it either."

"Don't let it end with you claiming I'm extorting you!"

Su Qiang was stunned for a moment:

"Then..."

"You yourself, voluntarily, donate fifty thousand yuan to charity!"

Qin Ze looked at him.

"Donate it to public welfare and charity; right here on the spot, open your mobile phone, find a legitimate public welfare project, and make the donation."

"Once you've donated, I'll send you home."

Su Qiang's expression grew even uglier.

"Fifty thousand? You want me to donate fifty thousand? Why should I donate?"

"Qin Ze, you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Brother Hu stepped forward.

Brother Hu, standing nearly six feet three inches tall, positioned himself in front of Su Qiang like a wall.

Su Qiang forcibly swallowed the rest of his words.

The Deputy General Manager wearing glasses nearby hurriedly tugged at Su Qiang's sleeve.

"Supervisor Su, let it go, let it go... just donate it..."

"Yes, Supervisor Su, spend money to avoid disaster..."

"Don't let things escalate..."

Su Qiang gritted his teeth, his face flushing red then turning pale.

He looked around at those several burly men, then looked again at Qin Ze's calm eyes.

Finally, he lowered his head.

With shaking hands, he pulled a mobile phone from his pocket and opened the Tencent Charity donation page.

He selected fifty thousand yuan.

He entered the password.

Payment successful.

Four characters popped up on the mobile phone screen: Donation Successful.

Immediately after, the system even sent Su Qiang a "Good Person Card"!

Seeing this nearly made Su Qiang cry!

The mockery was simply maxed out!

Qin Ze took one look, smiled, and nodded.

"That's enough."

He stood up and patted Su Qiang on the shoulder.

"Supervisor Su, you've paid the tuition for today's lesson, so I won't say much more."

"Keep a low profile in the future; don't step on everyone you see."

"I charged fifty thousand to teach you how to be a person today; if Heaven ever teaches you how to be a person, don't throw your life away!"

Su Qiang nodded repeatedly, his forehead covered in sweat.

Qin Ze looked toward Brother Hu.

"Let's go, see them out."

Brother Hu nodded and ordered his men to clear a path.

Qin Ze took the lead and walked toward the exit.

Brother Hu walked beside him.

Su Qiang and those people from Jinxun followed behind them like a flock of startled quails, heads bowed.

Su Qingqing, Jiang Xin, and Xiao Na also stood up and followed.

The group arrived at the parking lot outside.

Just as Su Qiang and the others were preparing to slink away in their cars, they suddenly heard a sound.

Beep beep!

Su Qiang turned his head and saw Qin Ze opening the door of a BMW 740.

With its dual-kidney grille and angel-eye headlights, the car's entire aura screamed that it was no cheap item.

Su Qiang froze.

Those several senior executives from Jinxun beside him also froze.

"Is that... a BMW 740?"

"And the Prestige Edition!"

Deputy General Manager Ma's voice sounded somewhat dry.

"That must have cost over a million yuan on the road!"

Another middle-aged man swallowed hard.

"Qin Ze drives that?"

The several men looked at each other, their expressions complex to the extreme.

Su Qiang stared blankly at that car, his mind buzzing.

He recalled the words he had just spoken.

What kind of financial background do you have? Can you afford wine worth over fifty thousand?

How much is your monthly salary?

You'll never turn your life around!

Yet now, Qin Ze sat in a BMW worth over a million, accompanied by three beautiful women.

Just moments ago he commanded a hundred responses, ordered fifty thousand worth of wine without hesitation, and made one phone call to summon a carload of people.

Is this what they call never turning your life around?

Su Qiang suddenly felt like an idiot.

He regretted it.

He regretted it so much his intestines were turning green.

If only he had kept a low profile today, he wouldn't have had to donate those fifty thousand yuan!

On Qin Ze's side, after getting into the car, Qin Ze called Brother Hu over to the window.

"The brothers you brought haven't eaten yet, have they?"

Brother Hu smiled:

"No, we came straight over as soon as we got your message."

"Alright then," Qin Ze said.

"Order a table right here at Jiang Yue Lou. Eat whatever you like, and come to me for reimbursement afterward."

"Got it!" Brother Hu didn't stand on ceremony. "Then I won't be polite."

Qin Ze nodded and was about to get into the car when Brother Hu called him back.

"President Qin, there's something I need to tell you."

"Hmm?"

Brother Hu leaned in closer and lowered his voice.

"That Zhou Hao you asked me to investigate—the one in e-commerce—I've found him."

Qin Ze paused mid-motion.

"Speak."

"This guy now runs a live-streaming e-commerce company selling Jiangcheng specialties; it's gotten quite sizable!"

"But he plays dirty—he's been involved with several female Streamers. Some were willing, others half-resisting."

Brother Hu let out a cold laugh.

"I've already made contact with three of those female Streamers; they all have chat logs and transfer records with Zhou Hao. One of them even has videos."

Qin Ze narrowed his eyes.

"Good, keep all that material."

"And about Lin Xiaoxi's boyfriend, the one surnamed Wu."

Brother Hu smiled, a very cold smile.

"That beast gambled away all the money we lent him."

"Then he told me he had some private photos and videos of Lin Xiaoxi and wanted to sell them to us to settle the debt."

"So I went along with it."

"My people retrieved the items. Photos, videos, including those chat logs—we have all the originals."

"Just to be safe, I had my men turn his place upside down."

"Anything that could plug into a computer, any electronic device that could power on, we brought it all back."

Qin Ze raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing missed?"

"Nothing missed. Just to be safe, I employed some methods and gave him a thorough beating."

"Gamblers like him are easy to handle; they wouldn't dare call the police!"

"Hard drives, USB flash drives, memory cards, Mobile Phones, tablets, laptops—even his old PS4, I took it all."

"Right now, my men are watching him; he can't escape."

"Wherever he goes every day, even if he just uses the restroom, someone follows him!"

"A third of my men are dedicated to watching this kid!"

Brother Hu's implication was very clear!

You, President Qin, handed me this task, and I took it very seriously.

Qin Ze nodded, displaying a Satisfied expression.

"Well done."

He thought for a moment.

"Send all those items to my hotel room."

"Then tomorrow, bring that person over; I want to meet him personally."

"As for Zhou Hao..." Qin Ze let out a cold laugh.

"Arrange a meeting with those female Streamers he's been in contact with; see if we can set something up."

"I'm definitely going to teach that Zhou Hao a harsh lesson."

Brother Hu nodded:

"Understood."

Qin Ze, who had intended to leave, called Brother Hu back again.

"By the way, there's some progress regarding the security company matter."

"Come over next week; you and I will discuss the details thoroughly."