When Zeng Bin’s father, Zeng Xiang, saw that Liu Xiaoyuan was so easy to talk to, he assumed that Liu Xiaoyuan was someone who hated trouble, and thought that he might as well take the opportunity to ask for more.
“Brother, look how badly my son and I have been beaten. You can give me a thousand yuan.” Zeng Xiang said.
A thousand yuan is indeed not a big deal for Liu Xiaoyuan now, but having money does not mean that Liu Xiaoyuan is willing to be taken advantage of. Given the injuries of Zeng Xiang and his son, five hundred yuan would be the most he could afford, but this guy actually asked for a thousand yuan.
"Brother, isn't it a bit much to ask for such an exorbitant amount?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked Zeng Xiang with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiang immediately objected, saying, "Brother, this is a fair price. You're slandering me, saying I'm asking for an exorbitant amount. Look at my face and my son's eyes. Is a thousand yuan a lot? Let me tell you, asking you for three thousand yuan is already being fair."
The principal also felt that Zeng Xiang's asking price of one thousand was too high, so he said, "Parent, do you think it's possible to lower the price a bit?"
Zeng Xiang immediately said, "Not a penny less, one thousand is one thousand, otherwise this matter is not over today."
"Parent, this is a school. Please don't cause trouble, okay?" The principal said with displeasure when Zeng Xiang refused to back down.
Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiang immediately flew into a rage, saying, "Principal, you say I'm acting recklessly? What reckless am I? I'm the victim. Look at my face, and look at my son's eyes. Principal, don't side with someone just because their wife is pretty."
Upon hearing this, the principal was so angry he nearly vomited blood, his face turning green. "Head of Zeng Bin's family, please watch your words!"
Zeng Xiang knew he had gone a bit too far with his words. After all, his son was still in school, and if he offended the principal, he was afraid he would suffer the consequences.
Therefore, Zeng Xiang immediately apologized and said, "Principal, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It was a slip of the tongue. Please don't take it to heart."
The principal glared at Zeng Xiang and said, "Don't talk nonsense in the future." As he finished speaking, the principal subconsciously glanced at Su Xue, thinking to himself how beautiful she was. But he could only think about it, because this person knew the head of the Education Bureau, and he couldn't afford to offend her.
"Parent, Zeng Bin's parents are unwilling to compromise. What do you think we should do?" the principal asked Liu Xiaoyuan and Su Xue.
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "A thousand yuan is too much, half is more like it."
Liu Xiaoyuan is not an unreasonable person; he will definitely provide appropriate compensation.
When Zeng Xiang heard that Liu Xiaoyuan was only willing to give five hundred, he immediately jumped up and said, "Five hundred? Are you trying to fob me off? Do you know how I make a living? I make a living with my face. Your wife slapped my face like this, and it will take me several days to heal. I'll lose one or two thousand in the next few days. Asking you for one thousand in compensation is already a fair price."
Liu Xiaoyuan looked at Zeng Xiang and asked, "May I ask what your job is? You lost one or two thousand in just a few days. It seems you're a high-level white-collar worker."
To be honest, judging from Zeng Xiang's attire and demeanor, he doesn't seem like a high-level white-collar worker. Although you can't always judge a book by its cover, most people can tell a lot about someone just from their appearance and mannerisms.
"Just kidding, of course I'm a high-level white-collar worker. As for what kind of job I do, that's a secret. I can't reveal trade secrets," Zeng Xiang said with a smug look.
Liu Xiaoyuan was speechless. You think you're a missile maker? You revealed your profession and you're exposed.
"So, brother, your profession is something many people envy and dream of?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked with a smile.
The reason for asking this question is to dig a pit for this guy, waiting for him to jump in.
Hearing Liu Xiaoyuan's words, Zeng Xiang said smugly, "That goes without saying, if it weren't my dream job, I would have told you about it a long time ago."
Go ahead and brag all you want. When your lies are exposed later, you'll know to find a mouse hole to crawl into.
“Brother, since your profession is so high-end, instead of arguing with us here, you might as well go back to work right away. Maybe with your high-end profession, you can earn a thousand yuan in such a short time.”
As Liu Xiaoyuan spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Zeng Xiang's eyes.
Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiang's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt, but he quickly recovered and said, "Of course I know that, but I'm not short of money. I want to prove myself, you know? You really think I'm short of money?"
Seeing Zeng Xiang endlessly showing off in front of him, Liu Xiaoyuan felt it was time to expose him. If he continued to show off, he would lose sight of his own limitations.
Just as Liu Xiaoyuan was about to give Zeng Xiang a truth-telling lollipop, Zeng Xiang's phone rang.
As soon as Zeng Xiang saw the caller ID on the screen, he immediately answered the phone and said with a smile, "Hey, boss, what's up?"
An angry male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zeng Xiang, where the hell have you been? Are you still going to hand out all these flyers? If you don't want to do this job, get the hell out of here. Plenty of people are waiting for this job."
"Boss, my son got beaten up at school. I'm here to handle it. I'll be back soon once it's done," Zeng Xiang said in a humble voice.
"Don't give me that nonsense. I don't care. If you don't show up in front of me in twenty minutes, you're fired!" With that, Zeng Xiang's boss hung up the phone.
Zeng Xiang's phone was a domestically made knock-off, but both the ringtone and the call quality were quite good.
Since Zeng Xiang didn't avoid the conversation when he answered the phone, Tan Wanyi and the others overheard the gist of his conversation with his boss, while Liu Xiaoyuan heard it clearly.
"Brother, so your high-end job is handing out flyers? You really do make a living off your looks. It's definitely a job that everyone dreams of," Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.
There's no inherent hierarchy in professions; as long as you're doing your own work, that's fine. But Zeng Xiang just had to show off and try to extort money from Liu Xiaoyuan.
Therefore, Liu Xiaoyuan would not give up such a good opportunity; it was his own doing.
When his lie was exposed in public, Zeng Xiang felt his face burning as if he had been slapped, and he wished he could disappear into a mouse hole.
"I'm really busy, so I won't hold this against you, hmph!" Zeng Xiang said this and left immediately.
"Hey! Big brother, don't go! We haven't finished discussing this yet!" Liu Xiaoyuan called out with a smile as he watched Zeng Xiang's retreating figure.
Zeng Xiang pretended not to hear Liu Xiaoyuan's words, ran to his motorcycle parked by the playground, and immediately sped off.
(End of this chapter)
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