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Chapter 11: Beaten into Disability

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Inside a private room at a teahouse.

Zhu Jun's expression was extremely cold.

Zheng Lin sat beside him, the latter also looking very angry.

"This Wang Xuan, we must find a way to deal with him! Damn it, you have no connections and no ability, so how did you suddenly parachute in as General Manager! And you even kicked me out directly!"

"Old Zhu, do you have any good suggestions? I arranged for people to check, and this Wang Xuan really has no background and no backing; it's truly strange! How did he parachute in as the Chairman of our company!"

"Come here!"

Zheng Lin leaned in toward Zhu Jun.

"Let's find someone to take him out," Zhu Jun said softly.

"This..., this isn't good, right? That Guanjia is always keeping bodyguards by his side; it will probably be very difficult to make a move." Zheng Lin had been timid and fearful of trouble since he was young.

"Damn, you really are a piece of trash." Zhu Jun thought for a few seconds, then suddenly a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"I've got it."

"Old Zhu, what method did you think of?"

Then he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Nephew-in-law, you have to help me!" Zhu Jun said in a very respectful tone over the phone.

"Oh? Uncle-in-law, has something happened?" The Zhang Shao on the other end of the line sounded very young.

Then, Zhu Jun told Zhang Shao about being dismissed today.

"This new General Manager dares to fire you directly? He's a bit arrogant! Don't worry, I will stand up for you!"

Zhang Shao's name was Zhang Fan, and he was the young master of the Dongchang Logistics Group in Gangzhou City, as well as a very famous rich second generation in Gangzhou City.

Zhang Fan was also Zhu Jun's nephew.

"Uncle-in-law, don't worry, this kind of thing is on me."

After Zhang Fan hung up the phone, he dialed another number directly.

"Zhang Shao, is there work?"

"Yes, Wang Xuan, General Manager of Dongni Group. Note his identity; he was previously a delivery worker at Li Tuan Delivery Center. Beat him until he is disabled, remember to be clean about it. After it's done, I will give you two million."

"Yes, Zhang Shao."

Immediately, one group laid an ambush at the Dongni Branch Company in Gangzhou, and another group laid an ambush at the Li Tuan Delivery Center.

Inside a hospital.

Zhang Longtian, whose head was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, was furious.

"Brother Zhang, are you alright?"

"What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said you have a Level 3 Concussion and need to rest for a period of time."

"Damn, damn, damn!!! Wang Xuan!!! I want to kill you!" Hearing this, Zhang Longtian was so angry he wanted to pull out his IV drip and go find Wang Xuan for revenge!

"Brother Zhang, you must not get excited! The doctor suggested that you mainly rest quietly for these few days!"

Zhang Longtian waved at the two lackeys beside him, then suddenly thought of something and started to laugh.

"Hahahaha, Wang Xuan, you just wait for me!"

Then, he took out his phone and also made a call.

"Zhang Shao, an employee of our company, that guy named Wang Xuan, he beat me into a Level 3 Concussion today; you have to help me make the call!"

The person answering the phone was none other than the aforementioned Zhang Fan.

When Zhang Fan was in middle school and high school, whenever he wanted to beat someone at school, it was always Zhang Longtian, who had entered society several years earlier, who helped him settle it.

Later, Zhang Fan relied on the influence of his family's logistics group to pull strings and help Zhang Longtian land the position of Supervisor at the Li Tuan Delivery Center.

Of course, it was only a Supervisor position.

Therefore, for these past ten-plus years, Zhang Longtian's position as Supervisor had always been retained.

"Fine, I know," Zhang Fan said indifferently.

After hanging up, Zhang Fan also made a call.

"Zhang Shao, what is it?"

"Still that Wang Xuan from before. Beat him until he is disabled, and by the way, remove both of his hands. Do it cleanly. 2.5 million."

"Good!"

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