"Wang Cheng, we've been fighting for five or six years now, haven't we?" Wang Peng said to his phone while half-lying on the sofa.
"Six years have passed, what are you trying to say?" A cold laugh came from the phone.
"You've been fighting me for six years, have you ever won even once?" Wang Peng asked.
Silence fell again on the phone. Wang Cheng's breathing became increasingly rapid; he was on the verge of exploding.
Wang Peng chuckled, crossed his legs, and waited for him to unleash his impotent rage on the phone.
“Wang Cheng, just now, the district officials in charge of fire safety and sanitation called me and canceled my business suspension for rectification.”
Wang Peng laughed and said, "Sorry, I've disappointed you again. You've lost again..."
"Don't be so smug!" Wang Cheng suddenly raised his voice. "Wang Peng, I can lose countless times, but if I win just once, it will be your death day."
"Hmph!" Wang Peng sneered, "Wang Cheng, you don't have the opportunity, nor the ability. You're pathetic..."
"Stop being sarcastic with me!" Wang Cheng yelled into the phone, his breathing heavy and labored.
He panicked! But Wang Peng laughed happily. What could be more gratifying than angering the enemy to the point of breaking their defenses?
"Wang Cheng, bring it on, whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve. I'm ready to take them on." Wang Peng hung up the phone immediately.
Hu Huang Supermarket, Store No. 5, President's Office.
Bang! Bang! Wang Cheng raised his fist high and slammed it hard on the desk. He was so angry that his face turned red and his chest heaved violently.
A few minutes later, he suppressed his anger and stared intently at the office door.
He felt a chill run down his spine because Wang Peng had already gained the support of the district committee. This foreshadowed that Huihuang was quietly losing the district committee's favor.
Wang Cheng took out his phone and called a friend in the district: "Hello, is this Brother Ma? This is Wang Cheng."
He quickly widened his eyes, slumped off the phone, and dropped it on his desk. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth: "Li Mengjiao!"
Li Mengjiao has transformed into a foreign businesswoman and is about to bring the owner of Yinglun Elevator to the provincial capital's Huihuang District for research.
This is no ordinary investment attraction; these are foreign investors. No one in the entire Huihuang District Committee can interfere with the investment attraction efforts.
After a long while, Wang Cheng gave a wry smile: "Wang Peng, why are you so lucky? Why are so many women so devoted to you?"
There was a knock at the door. Wang Cheng said in a deep voice, "Please come in."
The door opened, and Secretary Du Yingmin said softly, "President Wang, the chairman wants you to go to his office."
"Okay." Wang Cheng stood up and straightened his suit. "Did he say what it was about?"
Du Yingmin shook her head: "He didn't say, he just asked me to inform you."
Wang Cheng walked out of his office, from east to west, until he reached the chairman's office. He knocked gently, but no one answered.
A few seconds later, he knocked on the door again: "Chairman, it's me, Wang Cheng."
In the luxurious chairman's office, Zhao Laixi sat behind a huge desk, staring intently at a stack of photos in his hand.
He had looked at the stack of photos three times already; they were all pictures of Wang Cheng and his wife Lucy on a date in Scotland.
His 24-year-old wife cheated on him, giving him a huge green hat.
Zhao Laixi's hands were trembling, and his eyes were practically spitting fire.
There was another knock on the door. He locked the photo in the drawer and gave his bodyguard, Zhuang Hua, a wink.
Zhuang Hua of Dahan opened the door.
Wang Cheng glanced at him, then walked to the desk: "Chairman, did you call me?"
Without saying a word, Zhao Laixi suddenly grabbed the ashtray from the desk and smashed it hard at Wang Cheng.
Bang! Wang Peng's vision went black, and his head was buzzing. He instinctively squatted down, covering his forehead with his hands, feeling a piercing pain.
Zhao Laixi's roar rang in his ears: "Wang Cheng, you're a piece of trash. You kept telling me that Brother's Store No. 5 would have to close for rectification tomorrow. But look what happened, they're open for business as usual tomorrow. Your words are just bullshit, loud and stinking..."
Zhao Laixi's insults became increasingly offensive, and Wang Cheng could hear them less and less, but his fear grew stronger.
He was a smart man; he was certain his affair with Lucy had been exposed. Only for this reason would Zhao Laixi resort to violence against him.
Smashing an ashtray on the head was a deadly act. Zhao Laixi wouldn't have been so angry if it were just because his plan to deal with Wang Peng had failed.
Wang Cheng's body began to tremble. For the first time, he felt a murderous aura, which made his scalp tingle with fear.
Soon, Zhao Laixi stopped cursing and stared intently at Wang Cheng, his murderous intent growing stronger.
"Chairman, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for being incompetent!" Wang Cheng stood up despite the pain, bowing his head.
His head was still buzzing, and his scalp was throbbing with pain, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
"Hmph! Get lost! Don't do it again." Zhao Laixi waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.
"Thank you, Chairman." Wang Cheng bowed again and hurriedly left the office. He was already drenched in cold sweat.
Bodyguard Zhuang Hua closed the door, his towering figure standing guard at the entrance.
"Xiao Zhuang, come here." Zhao Laixi beckoned.
Zhuang Hua hurriedly walked to the desk and stood straight in front of Zhao Laixi.
"Here's two hundred thousand. The password is one two three four five six. This is your bonus." Zhao Laixi placed a bankbook on the table.
This was 200,000 yuan! Zhuang Hua, a burly man, turned pale with fright.
Zhao Laixi said in a deep voice, "When I fought in the Vietnam War, I had a few comrades who stayed there. I can arrange for you to go there."
The moment the words left his mouth, Zhuang Hua understood. The exorbitant sum of money, coupled with arrangements for his escape route, was a ploy to incite him to commit murder and arson.
He clenched his fists and whispered, "Boss, please give your instructions."
Zhao Laixi smiled slightly and handed him a note: "Read it carefully, and give it to me when you're done."
Zhuang Hua took the note with both hands, his eyes widening in shock. It was indeed murder. It turned out Zhao Laixi wanted Wang Cheng and Lucy dead.
Zhao Laixi stood up, took the note from his hand, took out a lighter, and burned the note in the ashtray.
"Xiao Zhuang, take this." Zhao Laixi handed over the passbook with a balance of 200,000 yuan.
Zhuang Hua's hands began to tremble; he dared not accept it, his mind in turmoil. Although 200,000 was a huge sum of money, murder was a serious crime.
At the same time, he was in a dilemma. If he refused, Zhao Laixi would definitely kill him to silence him.
Three minutes later, Zhuang Hua took the passbook with both hands: "Boss, I've done it."
"Okay!" Zhao Laixi laughed and said, "Go and withdraw the money, and I'll buy you a plane ticket for five days from now."
"Okay." Zhuang Hua left the office and strode away from Brilliant Supermarket.
Instead of withdrawing the money, he walked away, made sure no one was following him, and then found a public phone to call Wang Peng.
"Brother Peng, this is Zhuang Hua." Zhuang Hua whispered and recounted what had just happened, including how Zhao Laixi paid him to kill someone.
At this point, his voice began to tremble: "Brother Peng, I don't know what to do?"
Wang Peng chuckled: "Xiao Zhuang, I'll only tell you one thing. Wang Cheng is no pushover, and Zhao Laixi will die before him."
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