Chapter 109
Before Yang Zhiping could react, and before he could even see who was coming in against the light, he was punched hard by the person who came in.
That fist was as powerful as a heavy hammer swinging down like steel.
He took a hard punch and was immediately made dizzy and saw stars.
He felt as if the world was spinning, and stumbled backward like a rag doll, falling onto the chair.
As he fell, he instinctively tried to grab something for leverage, which resulted in scattering the documents and pen holder on his desk all over the floor.
Wait until you fall onto the chair.
Yang Zhiping raised his hand to cover his mouth; his palm felt sticky, and his mouth tasted sweet and metallic. The bridge of his nose and the area around his eyes felt sharp and painful, as if he had been run over by a wheel.
The silver-rimmed glasses on his nose fell to the ground with a thud.
Yang Zhiping cried out in pain, clutching his nose and cursing, "Are you fucking crazy?! Who do you think you are?! You dare hit me? Do you know who I am?"
Lei Tingjun looked down at him, a cold smile playing on his lips: "You must be Yang Zhiping, right? I don't think I've hit the wrong person. Remember, my name is Lei Tingjun."
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone in the export sales department office.
The staff members stood there dumbfounded, clutching the documents in their hands and holding their pens, frozen in place as if they had been struck by lightning.
This person is incredibly bold!
How dare they hit Yang Zhiping!
Did he even know that Yang Zhiping was the son of Deputy Factory Director Yang?
One of the clerks snapped out of his daze and whispered to his colleague next to him, "That's Lei Tingjun, the leader of that gang of factory hooligans, a real troublemaker!"
"So what? He must be crazy to dare hit Deputy Factory Director Yang's son. No one can protect him this time."
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help Yang up!" The department head, who rushed in from outside, shouted in alarm upon seeing the situation.
The people in the office realized what was happening and quickly rushed forward to help Yang Zhiping up.
Yang Zhiping was bruised and swollen, with a bruise on the bridge of his nose and a purple patch under his eyes. His cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, and blood was gushing from his nose.
I had no idea that the Thunder Army soldier was so strong when he hit people.
How come his fist is so big? He got beaten up like that, but he just stood there leisurely smoking as if nothing happened.
The department head pointed at Lei Tingjun and started cursing, "Lei Tingjun! You've gone too far! Are you trying to rebel?!"
"Do you know who you hit? You hit Deputy Factory Director Yang's son! You're dead, I'm telling you!"
Lei Tingjun crossed his legs and leaned against the desk, took a drag of his cigarette with a smug grin, exhaled a smoke ring, and said to the department head, "Thanks for the reminder, Director. Now, you can go ahead and complain or report it if you need to. I'll be leaving soon."
The department head was furious at Lei Tingjun's unyielding attitude and said to several staff members, "Keep an eye on him for me. I'm going to find Deputy Factory Director Yang."
Lei Tingjun casually reminded him from behind, "Director, it won't do you any good to talk to the deputy factory director. Yang Changhua can't make the decision to punish me. You'll probably have to talk to Director Ji."
The department head was utterly shocked by Lei Tingjun's arrogant attitude, feeling that he was courting death.
"Fine, you just wait! See how you clean this up!" the department head said viciously. "If I don't fire you, Lei Tingjun, I'll change my name!"
Yang Zhiping was helped to sit up by his colleagues, his eyes fixed on Lei Tingjun with a sinister look.
Lei Tingjun glanced at him expressionlessly: "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll punch you again."
As he spoke, he raised his steel-like fist, making a gesture as if he was about to swing it.
Yang Zhiping was so frightened that he instinctively stepped back.
But Lei Tingjun was just trying to scare him.
Lei Tingjun coldly observed Yang Zhiping's dodging movements, and sneered while smoking a cigarette, "Heh, coward."
Yang Zhiping covered his nosebleed, trembling with anger.
He thought grimly, "This Lei Tingjun has caused trouble time and time again. I must drive him out of the Oriental Factory, ruin his reputation, and make him a stray dog."
Lei Tingjun saw the sinister look in Yang Zhiping's eyes and knew what he was up to. He sneered and ignored him.
Two female colleagues quickly went out, fetched some ice, put it in a handkerchief, and applied it to Yang Zhiping's face.
The two female colleagues served tea and water, bustling around and taking care of Yang Zhiping at all costs.
Yang Zhiping, meanwhile, felt perfectly justified in enjoying the care he received from his two young female colleagues.
Although he had only been in the export department for a few days, his status as the deputy factory director's son, his reputation as a top student from a prestigious university in Guangzhou, and his fame throughout the entire factory were already well-known.
No young female clerk wanted to be less than a little closer to Yang Zhiping.
Even dating someone else.
Lei Tingjun saw this and his eyes grew even colder.
Yang Zhiping never refused any advances or attempts to please his female colleagues.
Someone like him doesn't even deserve to be married to Ji Wanmei.
About ten minutes later, Yang Changhua rushed over.
As soon as Deputy Factory Director Yang entered his office, he saw his son beaten up like that, and he immediately flew into a rage.
He shouted, "Who dares to hit my son!"
"I made the call, so what?" Lei Tingjun said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaning against the desk behind him, his long legs in leather boots casually twitching.
Yang Changhua walked over, and without saying a word, raised his hand to strike.
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