Chapter 740 Boss, when do you plan to pay back the five million you owe me?
"Mr. Cheng, when do you plan to pay back the five million you owe me?"
Wang Jingtao sat in the waiting area of Asberba Airport and dialed Cheng Jiale's mobile phone number.
"Who are you? Wang Jingtao!"
Cheng Jiale was taken aback at first, then reacted and snorted coldly, "Didn't you run away a long time ago? You still dare to come back to the state? Aren't you afraid those workers will stuff you into the cement to drive the piles!"
"Don't bother with that. Just prepare the money you owe me!"
Wang Jingtao's expression froze for a moment, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, before he hung up the phone.
He does indeed still owe his workers more than 600,000 yuan in wages.
In fact, of the more than 2.1 million yuan in labor costs, he paid 1.5 million yuan out of his own pocket, and even mortgaged his house.
This is also why, three months ago, he went to Li Jiaping and Cheng Jiale with a kitchen knife to ask for money.
Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a living person driven to the brink of despair.
But he just happened to run into a scoundrel like Cheng Jiale, who had dirty hands and was willing to torture people to death, and he was no match for him.
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
Cheng Jiale listened to the busy tone on the receiver, curled his lip, and looked disdainful, completely disregarding Wang Jingtao.
He had already found out that the other party's parents were farmers, and that they were just idiots who had gotten lucky and made some money running a kindergarten in Shanghai. They were easy to bully.
If you don't take advantage of someone like that, you might as well rip them off!
He leaned back on the sofa and pondered for a moment, then took out two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and two bottles of Moutai from the drawer. He called his secretary, got into a Mercedes-Benz W14, and sped off towards the bank.
On the other side.
Wang Jingtao took a new SIM card out of his pocket and deftly inserted it into the SIM card slot.
Once the signal stabilized, he pulled up the contact information of several foremen, typed out the message word by word, and sent it directly: "Sorry, I've been raising money all this time. See you at Hongsheng Farm on the 10th. I will definitely pay you back then."
Less than five minutes after the message was sent, Wang Jingtao's phone began to vibrate.
The first call came from Lao Zhou, who had worked for him for three years. His voice was noticeably hoarse: "Boss Wang, are you serious? On the 10th at Hongsheng Farm, will I really get my wages?"
His tone was filled with undisguised disbelief.
After all, Wang Jingtao has been delaying payment for almost two years, and in the last three months, he has completely disappeared, as if he has vanished into thin air.
He had given up hope, thinking he probably wouldn't get the money back, but then Wang Jingtao suddenly appeared and said he wanted to pay it back. Could it be that he had a change of heart?
"Old Zhou, I'm sorry, I know it's wrong to owe so much money, but I have no choice. The project payment has been withheld by Cheng Jiale of Taiyao Real Estate, and I haven't received a single penny."
Wang Jingtao quickly explained.
Cheng Jiale?
Brother Le?
Old Zhou frowned upon hearing this.
He was a native of the area, and Cheng Jiale was notorious for his ruthlessness. The number of people he had crippled or injured was countless.
The scariest incident happened more than a decade ago when Cheng Jiale was vying for a major construction project and stormed into his competitor's house with a detonator in his arms.
The sheer scale of the scene terrified the other party, who withdrew their bid and fled overnight.
Old Zhou lowered his voice and said, "President Wang, weren't we working on Gu Dadi's project before? How did we get involved with Cheng Jiale again?"
He paused, then added a hint of apprehension to his words: "That guy is a living devil! Once the money's in his hands, how can you expect to get it back?"
Old Zhou's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that Wang Jingtao wanted to drag him along, and call on other coworkers, to go and ask Cheng Jiale for money?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, a cold sweat broke out on his back. He immediately made up his mind that no matter what Wang Jingtao said, he had to refuse immediately.
He has elderly parents to care for and young children to raise, so he dares not provoke Cheng Jiale. If he gets entangled with her, his whole family will suffer.
"Don't worry! I will definitely pay you back."
Wang Jingtao promised, enunciating each word clearly.
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"Damn it! They eat my food and drink my water all the time, but when trouble comes, they run away faster than anyone else!"
Cheng Jiale spent most of the day running around, but didn't manage to get a single loan. Instead, he ran into obstacles everywhere and got a lot of humiliation.
What's even more infuriating is that he still doesn't understand which deity he offended to end up in this predicament.
But he had barely sat down, barely warmed his backside, when his subordinate called, frantically saying, "Brother Le, the people from the engineering quality, housing, environmental protection, and business associations are all downstairs at the company!"
"Damn it! Which bastard is plotting against me from behind?!"
Cheng Jiale slammed down the phone, his anger rising, and swept all the cigarettes and cigarettes on the table into the corner.
With a muffled thud, the Moutai bottle crashed against the wall and shattered on the floor, releasing a rich aroma of the liquor.
The scattered packs of Zhonghua cigarettes were also broken open, but what was revealed inside were not cigarettes, but stacks of rolled-up cash.
He had prepared these hundreds of thousands of yuan long ago, intending to use them to smooth things over, but unexpectedly, he didn't even have the chance to give them away.
It wasn't until 10:30 p.m. that he drove his W14 home.
His hot lover was about to lean in when he slapped her across the face.
He was so angry he had nowhere to vent, he had no interest in opening clams.
What a clueless jerk!
As soon as he entered the study, Cheng Jiale gripped his phone and kept dialing. People who usually put their arms around him and called him "Brother Le" either didn't answer the phone until it rang automatically, or if they did answer, they just said some meaningless things.
For example, phrases like "Brother Le, don't worry," "I'll ask around for you," and "I'll definitely help you mediate" are repeated over and over again.
Cheng Jiale may not have had much formal education, but after years of navigating the social world, he can tell at a glance who is sincere and who is not.
He heard the empty platitudes and perfunctory responses on the phone more clearly than anyone else, and a chill ran down his spine.
The next morning.
With bloodshot eyes and a weary expression, Cheng Jiale walked towards the company.
He stopped abruptly at the door.
A seal with a red stamp was prominently affixed to the company gate. Inspectors were on site, and a few employees stood around, too afraid to approach.
Seeing this, he immediately lowered his head, shrank back, and quickly crawled back into the car.
I floored the accelerator, and the car roared off, speeding towards home as if afraid of being stopped if I was even a second too slow.
At that moment, he panicked!
Even the company has been sealed off, and the inspectors are still guarding the entrance. If we don't run away now, it's hard to say whether we can turn our lives around or even have a next life!
"Team Leader Zhang, it looks like Cheng Jiale."
An inspector squinted at the taillights of the departing car, and after recognizing the license plate, immediately turned to his team leader and reminded him.
"It's alright, they can't escape!"
Team Leader Zhang chuckled and replied dismissively.
at the same time.
Wang Jingtao first transferred in Yanjing, then flew directly to Luzhou. After landing, he immediately transferred to a car and rushed to Luzhou without stopping.
Once he got into the car that was supposed to pick him up, the two people inside introduced themselves first.
"Manager Wang, I am Zou Chuanyin, the legal counsel of Orange Construction."
"I am Dai Ruifeng from Fengjun Security Company."
Inside a minivan, the three parties briefly introduced themselves.
Wang Jingtao thanked the two men repeatedly.
He knew very well that without the company backing him up, if he went to Cheng Jiale on his own, he would most likely not only fail to get his money back, but also get a beating, and forget about getting the project payment.
The van drove smoothly on the highway leading to the state, with the trees outside the window rushing past, much like the ups and downs of Wang Jingtao's life over the past few months.
Zou Chuanyin adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, and handed them to Wang Jingtao: "This is the material we have compiled regarding Cheng Jiale and Taiyao Real Estate's violations, including evidence of his misappropriation of project funds, substandard project quality, and tax evasion. Each item has clear witnesses and physical evidence."
Wang Jingtao reached out and took the document, quickly flipping through it.
Dai Ruifeng added with a smile, "Half an hour ago, this guy tried to run away with his passport, but our people stopped him."
A warm feeling welled up in Wang Jingtao's heart, and his eyes became slightly hot.
It feels so good to have an older brother to protect me!
It's worth risking my life for Boss Chen!
Seeing this, Zou Chuanyin smiled gently: "Manager Wang, you're welcome! Protecting the legitimate rights and interests of employees and helping them solve difficulties is also one of the company's responsibilities."
Zou Chuanyin is a graduate of East China University of Political Science and Law. Before joining Orange Construction, she was skeptical of the claim that "Senlian Capital's legal department is the largest law firm in the country."
It wasn't until she started working that she realized there was no such thing as a wrong nickname, only a wrong given name.
Orange Construction alone employs more than 100 legal personnel.
Just as Wang Jingtao was rushing to the state, Cheng Jiale paced anxiously back and forth in his villa like an ant on a hot pan.
After his company was shut down, he packed up all the valuables in his house, planning to find a place to hide for a while and make further plans after things calmed down.
As soon as Cheng Jiale stepped out of the villa's courtyard, he was forcibly blocked back inside.
Five tall men in dark blue uniforms stood like a wall blocking the entrance, their eyes chillingly cold.
Want to leave?
No way!
He panicked and quickly pulled out his phone, trying to call his men to call for backup, but the screen either displayed "unable to connect" or the call would ring and then automatically disconnect; he couldn't get through to any of them.
"Brother, please make an exception!" Cheng Jiale hurriedly pulled out a stack of cash from his bag, his hands trembling. "I'll give you 200,000 each, can you let me off the hook?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he received several loud slaps to the face, which stung painfully.
"Stay put!" The cold voice slammed into his ear. He looked up and met the other person's eyes, and immediately cowered.
He spent several years in prison when he was young and saw many murderers with blood on their hands.
The ruthlessness and indifference in those people's eyes were exactly the same as the expressions of the people in front of them.
At 3:30 p.m., sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows.
Wang Jingtao followed Dai Ruifeng, with Zou Chuanyin carrying a briefcase behind them. The three of them walked steadily into Cheng Jiale's villa.
"Mr. Cheng, it's time to pay back the money you owe me!"
As soon as Wang Jingtao entered the living room, he saw Cheng Jiale sitting next to the sofa.
Compared to three months ago, Cheng Jiale now looks several years older, with a stubble beard, a haggard face, and bloodshot eyes.
"It was you!"
Cheng Jiale opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time, his face full of undisguised surprise.
He only thought of Wang Jingtao as an easy target, never expecting that the person he had trampled underfoot would be the one who would ultimately drive him to this point.
Only then did he belatedly realize that he had misjudged the situation.
With a "plop" sound!
Without the slightest hesitation, Cheng Jiale knelt down in front of Wang Jingtao with a thud.
Someone as shameless as him has no reason to hold onto his pride.
As long as he can keep his wealth and current status, he'd be willing to kneel down or even eat excrement.
"Clap clap clap—!"
Before Wang Jingtao could speak, Cheng Jiale started slapping himself in the face, doing more than a dozen slaps in one go, until his cheeks were instantly red and swollen.
"Mr. Wang! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please forgive me, and I'll immediately transfer five million to you, plus another three million as an apology! From now on, in the state, if you tell me to go east, I'll never go west. I'll be your dog!"
Cheng Jiale clung to Wang Jingtao's leg, begging for mercy with a shameless grin.
Wang Jingtao was slightly taken aback by this action, and looking at Cheng Jiale in front of him, he felt a moment of disorientation.
The arrogant and domineering face in my memory is completely different from the person who is now lying on the ground begging for mercy.
A wave of physical discomfort surged up his throat, and Wang Jingtao felt nauseous.
He instinctively tried to pull his leg back, but Cheng Jiale held on very tightly.
"Mr. Wang, please have pity on me! My mother is eighty years old this year, and her health has always been poor. If something happens to me, she will have no one to take care of her in her final days!"
Cheng Jiale burst into tears, his voice trembling with sobs.
His pitiful look would probably make an uninformed person think he had suffered a great injustice.
Wang Jingtao could no longer hold back. He kicked the man to the ground and said, "Stop talking nonsense and pay me back the money you owe for the project."
"Give it back! I'll give it back right away!"
Cheng Jiale scrambled to his feet, pulled out his phone, and frantically started operating it while lying on the ground.
To this day, he still doesn't know who Wang Jingtao's backer is, which big shot he is, or which tough company he is.
He didn't know who Wang Jingtao's backer was, but he knew better than anyone that the other party could so easily force him to shut down his company and block his home, leaving him no room to resist. This person was definitely someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Admitting defeat is the right thing to do!
Let's get through this first!
Looking at his disheveled appearance, Wang Jingtao was momentarily speechless.
He glanced at Dai Ruifeng, who stood calmly beside him, and suddenly realized: In the face of real power, someone like Cheng Jiale, who bullies others by relying on his power, is like a stray dog that can be trampled to death if one wants to.
Just ten minutes later, Wang Jingtao's phone rang.
He took it out and saw the bank's payment notification clearly displayed on the screen. The figure of the project payment that had been overdue for nearly two years was particularly glaring at this moment, and it finally put his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for a long time, to rest.
That evening, Cheng Jiale was sent to the patrol station.
To his surprise, the old case he had suppressed more than a decade ago was brought up again this time.
Some things weigh less than four ounces when weighed, but once weighed, they can weigh a thousand pounds.
(End of this chapter)
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