Chapter 208 Is the Money You Earn Clean?
Zhang Zhicheng's eyes were wide open and his chest was heaving violently, like an enraged trapped beast.
"You're just a watchdog. Why do you look down on me? I'm a graduate of a legitimate university. I'll definitely be better than a watchdog like you in the future!"
The security guard sneered and spat contemptuously.
"Damn it, I met a guy who's looking for death. Today I'll let you see if this dog of mine can bite your worthless life to death."
Another security guard also came over, weighing a wooden stick in his hand and speaking in an arrogant tone.
"You dare to curse your grandfathers like that? Believe it or not, they will beat you so hard that your mother won't even recognize you."
After saying that, he swung the wooden stick in his hand and hit Zhang Zhicheng directly on the hip.
Zhang Zhicheng's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
He rushed forward and punched the security guard closest to him.
The security guard was prepared and dodged to the side, swinging the wooden stick and hitting Zhang Zhicheng hard on the back.
Zhang Zhicheng felt pain and staggered, almost falling.
Another security guard took the opportunity to kick him in the lower abdomen.
Zhang Zhicheng screamed, fell to the ground and curled up into a ball.
Two security guards surrounded him and beat him up with punches and kicks, showing no intention of holding back.
Zhang Zhicheng held his head, groaned in pain, and kept shouting.
"Zhao Xinran...let me go...I want to see Xinran..."
At this time, a black car slowly stopped at the door of the ballroom.
The car door opened and a stylishly dressed young man got out.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his every move exuded a cynical and ruffian air.
Song Jiaxuan is a frequent visitor to this dance hall and also Zhao Xinran's "lover".
He watched the scene in front of him with great interest, and when he heard the words "Zhao Xinran", his steps paused slightly.
He walked up to the security guard and asked casually, "What's going on?"
When the security guard saw Song Jiaxuan, he immediately put on a flattering smile.
"Mr. Song, this guy has no money and still wants to go in to see Miss Zhao. We are teaching him a lesson."
Song Jiaxuan raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the embarrassed Zhang Zhicheng.
He looked her up and down, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"Oh? Looking for Xinran?"
He squatted down, pinched Zhang Zhicheng's chin, and forced him to raise his head.
"Do you know Zhao Xinran?"
Zhang Zhicheng's face was swollen like a pig's head, but his eyes were still fierce.
"Zhao Xinran is my girlfriend. I came here specifically to see her."
Song Jiaxuan's eyes turned cold instantly.
He suddenly let go of his hand, stood up, and looked down at Zhang Zhicheng.
"Bring him in."
The security guard was stunned and hesitated.
"Mr. Song, this..."
Song Jiaxuan glanced at them coldly.
"Why, my words don't work?"
The security guard didn't dare to say anything more and quickly picked up Zhang Zhicheng and dragged him into the dance hall.
In the ballroom, lights flashed and music was deafening.
On the dance floor, men and women hugged each other and twisted their bodies wildly.
Zhang Zhicheng was thrown on the edge of the dance floor. He struggled to get up and looked around, searching for Zhao Xinran.
Suddenly, his eyes fixed in one direction.
Zhao Xinran was wearing a revealing sequined miniskirt and dancing closely with a man.
That man was the one who was called Mr. Song at the door just now.
Zhao Xinran was like a butterfly, surrounding Song Jiaxuan with a charming smile on her face.
From time to time, she would lean close to Song Jiaxuan's ear and whisper softly, with a smile on her face rising and falling.
The two of them became more and more intimate, and Zhao Xinran even took the initiative to hug Song Jiaxuan's neck.
Zhang Zhicheng's eyes instantly became bloodshot, he roared and rushed forward.
"Zhao Xinran!"
He pulled Zhao Xinran away from Song Jiaxuan's arms with such force that he almost knocked Zhao Xinran to the ground.
Zhao Xinran was caught off guard and was startled. When he saw that it was Zhang Zhicheng, his face turned pale.
"Zhicheng...why...why are you here?"
Song Jiaxuan's face darkened, and he stepped forward, standing in front of Zhao Xinran.
"How dare you touch my woman?"
He raised his hand and slapped Zhang Zhicheng hard in the face.
Zhang Zhicheng was beaten so hard that he staggered and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
He covered his face and looked at Zhao Xinran in disbelief.
Zhao Xinran hurriedly stepped forward and held Song Jiaxuan's arm, looking apologetic.
"Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This is a friend of mine from my hometown. He has some mental problems. Please don't bother with him."
After saying that, she turned to look at Zhang Zhicheng with cold eyes.
"Zhang Zhicheng, are you crazy? Hurry up and leave!"
She grabbed Zhang Zhicheng's arm and dragged him out of the dance hall.
Zhang Zhicheng shook her hand away with a hoarse voice.
"Zhao Xinran, you've changed! You weren't like this before!"
A hint of panic flashed across Zhao Xinran's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Zhicheng, stop making trouble. This is not the place for you."
There was a hint of impatience in her tone.
"Go back soon. I'll come find you later."
"after?"
Zhang Zhicheng sneered.
"Zhao Xinran, how long do you want to keep lying to me? Do you think I'm stupid and easy to fool?"
Zhao Xinran's face turned ugly.
"You were tricked before, but what about now?"
"Zhicheng, I'm just trying to make money. You know how hard it is to make money these days? Do you want us to be homeless and sleep on the streets every day?" Her voice was sharp and piercing. "Don't forget, your factory can't even pay wages."
Zhang Zhicheng's body was trembling slightly. He looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes, and felt extremely unfamiliar.
He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse.
"Xinran, is the money you earn clean?"
"I make more money every month than you make in a year! What right do you have to criticize me?" Zhao Xinran said in a slower tone. "Besides, I was just dancing with them, not sleeping with them. Why are you so angry?"
Zhang Zhicheng sneered, "That's hard to say."
Zhao Xinran's face turned red instantly, and she raised her hand, wanting to slap Zhang Zhicheng.
But her hand finally stopped in mid-air.
She gritted her teeth and spoke word by word.
"Zhang Zhicheng, let me tell you, whether my money is clean or not is none of your business! It's none of your business who I'm with!"
"You think my money is dirty? Then go find some clean money!"
Zhao Xinran's tearful look softened Zhang Zhicheng's heart instantly. "I'm just jealous of them. Don't be angry."
At this time, Lin Wanyi came over.
"Zhao Xinran, why are you standing here?"
Zhao Xinran's expression changed immediately when she saw Lin Wanyi. "Sister Wanyi, my friend came to see me and there was a misunderstanding."
She rolled her eyes and smiled, "Sister Wanyi, this is my college classmate who works at the Qi County Cement Factory."
She emphasized the words "Qixian Cement" factory.
"Zhicheng, this is Sister Wanyi. She studied abroad and is working at the provincial TV station. She'll soon be an excellent host."
Lin Wanyi wasn't interested in her compliments and asked, "Qi County Cement Factory?"
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