Chapter 231 Terrible People
"Yes! Mr. Deng, I'll do it right away!"
"Within half an hour, I want all of Lin Yi's information. If you can't do it, go directly to the Human Resources Department to hand it over and leave!"
Deng Ziming sat on a large leather sofa with a gloomy face. His cheekbones were sunken and he was extremely thin. The veins on his bony hands were visible. When he clenched his fists, the joints seemed to be about to pierce the thin skin.
His skin was pale, an unhealthy, sickly pale, especially his face, which was as pale as paper, with sunken cheeks like they were cut by a knife. His eyes were full of sinisterness, making him look like a dangerous vulture.
The powerful aura emanating from Deng Ziming carries a dark energy that makes people feel oppressed, and his subordinates dare not speak out.
"Yes, Mr. Deng, I'll do it right away!"
The subordinates fled from Deng Ziming's office.
"Bang!"
Deng Ziming threw the exquisite teacup on the table to the ground. With a crisp sound, the cup broke into pieces and the fragments splashed all over the floor.
The secretary knocked on the door in a panic and waited.
"Enter!"
Deng Ziming's voice was as suffocating as frost mixed with blades.
The door was pushed open cautiously, and the secretary, wearing a hip-hugging miniskirt and black stockings, came in with her head lowered and nodded respectfully.
"Mr. Deng, I brewed you a cup of Biluochun tea, mixed with a little snow chrysanthemum and osmanthus, which can calm the mind and reduce internal heat."
Deng Ziming glanced at her with a cold tone.
"lay down."
The secretary quickly placed the tea next to Deng Ziming, then knelt on the ground and picked up the broken glass shards one by one and put them into the trash can.
Deng Ziming picked up the water cup with his skeleton-like hands, took a sip, and suddenly frowned.
The next second, the scalding tea splashed all over the back of the secretary who was kneeling on the ground picking up the broken glass.
"ah……"
The secretary gritted his teeth and let out a brief scream before daring to scream again.
"It's so hard, don't you want to do it anymore? Huh?"
The secretary quickly knelt down in front of Deng Ziming, with his head lowered and not daring to raise it, his body trembling.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Deng. I'll go get you another cup right away!"
Seeing that Deng Ziming didn't say anything, the secretary dared to stand up and get the water cup to change it.
"Well……"
Almost at the same time, as the secretary had just grabbed the water cup, Deng Ziming grabbed her neck. She groaned in pain, her face flushed red, and she looked at Deng Ziming with horror.
"Chila~"
The secretary's skirt was forcefully pulled open, and then she was pushed down on the desk. Deng Ziming's face was gloomy, and he mechanically vented his anger on the secretary with a fierce look.
He founded the Meiyi Cosmetic and Plastic Surgery Center. After going through a difficult period for several years, it has gradually achieved its current success. In Beijing, when people talk about cosmetic and plastic surgery, Meiyi is the first name that comes to mind.
Many celebrities are old customers of Meiyi.
Among them are the wives of bigwigs in the entertainment industry, their mistresses and beautiful wives, the children of celebrities and rich people, and many stars in the entertainment industry. Deng Ziming gets along well with them all.
He has suffered from a strange disease since he was a child. His skin is frighteningly white and his body is frighteningly thin.
Ever since he could remember, everyone called him Skull Head, looked at him strangely, and no one wanted to be friends with him.
It was in the United States and Iran that he found a sense of belonging and fulfillment. Only here were those people willing to look at him with respect and friendship, and speak to him as an equal or even flattering tone.
It can be said that Deng Ziming has become inseparable from Meiyi. This is his umbrella of protection. If he leaves the Meiyi Medical Beauty Center, he will become the "Skull Head" that everyone fears.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
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