Chapter 71: The Fall of a Tyrant

In the business car, Lin Ying watched a middle-aged man driving a Porsche, beaming as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door of Fenggao Consulting Company.

“Is this the man who offended Old Fox?”

Behind the car window, Lin Ying remained expressionless as she raised her phone, opened the camera, and prepared to record everything happening inside Fenggao Consulting Company to send to Old Fox.

Last night, Lin Ying had instructed Xiao Lin to buy Old Fox a new phone, then quietly registered a new WeChat account for him.

After opening the company door, Feng Gao saw everything inside unchanged and smiled in satisfaction.

Since a few days ago, when suspected rivals had come to disrupt the company, he had been on edge for days, even making his staff sleep inside the office to guard against another attack.

“Good morning, Boss!”

As the company opened, employees arrived one after another with breakfast, greeting Feng Gao at the reception counter.

“The reception area is clean—earlier issues with dust and tea leaves have been fully fixed. The cleaning yesterday was excellent.”

Feng Gao smiled and nodded at his staff, praising them—he had never hired a cleaning lady, yet the company always stayed spotless.

All thanks to his bluffing; complimenting people costs nothing.

When idle, a few extra praises made those slaves feel like they’d get promoted and raise their pay tomorrow, howling with devotion to the company.

“Thank you, Boss!”

The employee who cleaned yesterday brightened instantly and stepped forward to claim the praise.

“Good. Keep it up!”

After checking the first-floor cleanliness and personally writing today’s performance targets on the small blackboard, Feng Gao prepared to leave.

Fenggao Consulting Company, besides handling normal business brokering, also dabbled in AI-powered debt collection and dog-push schemes.

Their influence was too small to sway major project decisions; while regular brokering brought decent profits, debt collection and dog-push required no phone calls or ads from him personally—and brought extra income. Why not?

After checking the cleanliness and writing the performance board himself, Feng Gao was ready to go.

He had a golf appointment in the morning and planned to lunch with the scion of a construction firm to build connections.

The key to brokering was dealing with big bosses who could hand out business.

He’d extract deals from these big bosses and pass them to qualified companies, pocketing the difference.

Of course, there were also financial brokering schemes—but those carried a high risk of jail. Feng Gao felt he was still young and had no need to head to Tilanqiao for “further studies.”

“Too bad I don’t know any rich widows—wasting my great physique. Otherwise, I’d be rich!”

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Feng Gao groomed his hair using the car’s vanity mirror, then drove off with full confidence to accept the young aristocrat’s golf invitation.

But as the car started, a sudden scream erupted from inside the company—Feng Gao’s pupils shrank, and his heart lurched.

He didn’t know what had happened, but a bad premonition crept into his mind.

His foot, which had been about to release the brake, stayed firmly pressed down; a bead of sweat formed on his forehead as he stared toward his company.

“Boss! Something’s wrong! When I was about to clean, I saw all the tea pot lids in your office had been moved—and glued in place!”

“Someone… someone glued things in your office!” An employee ran out, terrified, shouting to Feng Gao in the Porsche.

“What the fuck!”

After a brief mental blank, Feng Gao panted, eyes red, and slammed his fist onto the steering wheel.

“Fuck you, is this never-ending? Again with my beautiful tea pot wife!”

“Have the guts to show yourself!”

Enraged, Feng Gao got out of the car and stormed into the company.

But as he entered, a faint, sickly stench filled the air.

Yet Feng Gao didn’t notice—he’d already been inside the company for nearly an hour.

The employees who arrived early had already consumed the barrel of water laced with powerful laxatives.

They assumed it was just normal digestion after breakfast and paid it no mind.

But when they sat on the toilet, the torrential eruption hit—each one shot without a sound.

And the moment they flushed.

Greenish-red sewage, thick with decay, surged from the tank, carrying the strawberry tarts out of the bowl—screams erupted in succession.

But the front-row users weren’t the worst; the accountant, seated on the last toilet, was the most horrific.

His toilet tank contained not only spoiled herring cans but also a full bottle of hand soap.

The chemical reaction between water, hand soap, and porcelain was fascinating.

The accountant, weighing over two hundred jin, had already pulled up his pants and was about to flee—until he slipped on the puddle, letting out a startled cry.

He crashed into the partition, smashing it apart, and landed on a colleague who was leisurely defecating while scrolling on his phone.

Strawberry tarts were spraying from the toilet, and every employee who had been defecating fell silent.

They all felt this scene was eerily familiar.

“What the hell now?!”

The explosion from the second-floor bathroom interrupted Feng Gao as he ran toward the third floor—he stormed into the bathroom, face flushed, roaring.

But he ran too fast and stepped into the soap-slicked puddle spreading across the floor.

Feng Gao lost his balance, lurched forward, and crashed directly onto the rubble of the broken toilet stall.

Other employees had fallen sideways into filth from the collapsing partitions, but Feng Gao plunged face-first into the erupting toilet.

“Gurgle-gurgle”

Feng Gao, already screaming with his mouth open, had his mouth wide open when he fell—and his head plunged deep into the toilet.

A series of gurgling bubbles echoed through the second floor of Fenggao Consulting Company.

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【The wish of a black-haired man burying a white-haired one has been fulfilled: once a defiant little tyrant, he now sinks into the toilet vortex, unable to even lift his pants—his female colleague stares at him in horror.】

【Power +1】

“Huh?”

An Sheng, watering the lone plant in his courtyard, stared in shock at the wish list in his mind.

Dude, I just tossed a few cans of herring into your toilet.

Why’d you all just give up?

No, hurry up and get Qing to start streaming!

My online order for the external hard drive just arrived—I haven’t even had time to spam your company group with bad info or ban your client groups!

“Huh???”

An Sheng, who had gone to bed early last night and woke up early today, held a watering can, his face filled with confusion.

(End of Chapter)