Chapter Fifteen
Hearing Yang Zhiping's sneer, Lei Tingjun casually raised his eyes, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and glanced at him.
The two men, separated by two or three meters in the air, sized each other up and clashed.
Like hunters searching for prey in two territories, they scrutinize each other with vigilance and hostility, driven by a certain masculine sense of danger and instinct.
For some reason, the moment Yang Zhiping saw the tall, burly man across from him, who was lazily smoking a cigarette, a deep sense of hostility and fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.
This intuition came out of nowhere, and Yang Zhiping couldn't even tell where this strange emotion came from.
After all, he came from a fairly good family and had never been afraid of anything or anyone since childhood.
While studying at university in Guangcheng, Yang Zhiping was often praised by his teachers and admired by his classmates and even female classmates, which gave him a sense of arrogant superiority.
He usually concealed this sense of superiority very well.
But at this moment.
Perhaps it was because the man was too tall, or perhaps it was because his hawk-like eyes were too aggressive, but even he, a male, felt a great sense of oppression.
Or perhaps, Yang Zhiping had just overheard the group discussing Ji Wanmei's name.
Although he was distracted at the time, he didn't hear clearly what they were discussing.
But that didn't stop Yang Zhiping from disliking Lei Tingjun at first sight.
Similarly, Lei Tingjun also disliked the thin, pale man who wore black-rimmed glasses and tried to appear refined and gentlemanly at first glance.
Lei Tingjun rarely has the time to comment on others.
Generally, when he sees someone who is not like him, he simply ignores them and doesn't bother with them.
But for some reason, he felt a deep aversion to Yang Zhiping the moment he saw him.
Perhaps it was the hypocrisy in those narrow eyes behind the glasses, or perhaps it was the arrogance inherent in middle-class youths that made Lei Tingjun dislike this person.
He even had an urge to punch him and knock out two of his front teeth.
He himself couldn't explain where this inexplicable impulse came from. After all, although his nickname was "Boss Lei," he wasn't a completely mindless and reckless person.
After exchanging glances, the two subtly withdrew their gazes.
On Lei Tingjun's side, the guy Yang Zhiping bumped into was still yelling and shouting: "You fucking looking for a beating, huh? Hurry up and apologize to me. You're from the Oriental Factory too, right? Go into the Oriental Factory and ask around for our names!"
"Hehe, alright then, I'll ask you gentlemen your names later?"
That was absolutely right. Yang Zhiping's return to Pingquan County after graduation was indeed with the intention of taking over his father's job.
Although Pingquan County is not large, it has only one large state-owned factory, Dongfang Daily Chemical Factory.
Now, just over a decade after the reform and opening up, the market economy is growing steadily, people's living standards are gradually improving, and daily chemical products are in high demand in cities and regions across the country.
It can be said that its efficiency and profits were even better than those of the municipal-level factories next door.
That's why Yang Zhiping abandoned his sales company in Guangcheng and chose to return to the Dongfang Factory in Pingquan County.
The salary his sales company could offer him was less than what his father could casually receive from those people asking him for favors—a single 'tea' or 'local specialty' gift.
Now that Yang Zhiping has encountered this group of people, their arrogant and presumptuous attitude shows them absolutely no respect for Yang Zhiping, the deputy factory director's son.
Yang Zhiping had already secretly memorized these people, and once he entered the factory, he would definitely teach these scoundrels a lesson.
Especially the leader among them, the tallest, the most imposing, and the most threatening-looking Thunder Army.
At this time, the two did not have any direct conflict or interaction.
But the fear that instinctively rose in Yang Zhiping's heart when he first saw Lei Tingjun made him very wary.
Although Yang Zhiping is ruthless and unscrupulous, he has a good habit of planning ahead. He likes to calculate the first ten steps and the next ten steps before doing anything.
Now, Lei Tingjun makes him feel threatened, and he must eliminate him before anything else takes root.
Lei Tingjun glanced coldly at Yang Zhiping, then said to his underlings who were still demanding an apology, "Alright, it was just a bump! It's a small matter. Hurry up and go back, we have things to take care of, don't delay us."
Because he kept in mind Ji Wanmei's earnest advice, Lei Tingjun did not want to waste any more time with this unfamiliar man with glasses.
I may not like it, but business is more important.
This is also one of Lei Tingjun's strengths; he can distinguish between priorities and remain rational even when influenced by emotions.
Moreover, his words were commands among his brothers, and no one dared to oppose them.
As soon as he spoke, the man stopped making things difficult for Yang Zhiping. He simply poked Yang Zhiping's nose with his index finger from half a meter away and said, "You're lucky this time. Don't let me run into you again next time!"
After saying that, he deliberately bumped Yang Zhiping's shoulder hard, and the group walked away aggressively.
Yang Zhiping was not tall and rather thin, barely over 1.7 meters. Moreover, he was a scholar and had not done any physical labor or exercise for many years, so his physical fitness was naturally inferior to that of the factory workers who worked every day.
Being bumped like that, he involuntarily staggered backward a step.
A dark look immediately appeared on his face. He turned around, adjusted his glasses, and stared coldly at the departing figures of Lei Tingjun and his companions.
This feud was thus formed without anyone noticing!
Yang Zhiping originally had another matter to attend to today, besides picking up his repaired watch from the watch shop.
That is to go to the hospital to visit his friends from middle school.
He had only been back for a few days when I heard that he had been beaten up and hospitalized.
This man's father was also a director in charge of a small department in the factory. Although his position was not as high as Yang Zhiping's father's, he was still considered a factory leader.
Yang Zhiping was thinking that when he returned to work at the factory, he wanted to get along well with his old friends, so he decided to buy some fruit and visit him in the hospital.
I just didn't expect to run into Ji Wanmei nearby, which is why I was delayed a bit.
The thought of Ji Wanmei filled Yang Zhiping with gloom once again.
He could naturally sense that Ji Wanmei's attitude towards him was not only very cold, but also seemed to dislike him.
Yang Zhiping had never been so rebuffed by a girl before, which made him very unhappy.
In short, no matter what, he was determined to marry Ji Wanmei.
By then, he will not only be the deputy factory director's son, but also the factory director's son-in-law. With such a status, the Dongfang Factory will be his for the taking!
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