Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 97 One Slap - 270 Million

The summers in Beijing are so hot they're unbearable.

The cicadas outside the window were chirping incessantly, and sunlight streamed in through the slightly open curtains, falling bright white onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

Qian Lang rolled over and pushed away the leg that was resting on him.

Dong Xuan mumbled something in a daze and snuggled closer to him.

"Senior brother, it's still early, why are you up so early?"

Qian Lang ignored her, lifted the covers, and got out of bed.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, and the cold water splashed on his face, which made him feel much more awake.

My reflection in the mirror has a cold look in my eyes.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

He's going to draw people today.

Draw Dong Ping.

The labor bureau, the tax bureau, and the fire department came to his door in three waves over three days. If it wasn't that old bastard who did it, he'd twist his head off and use it as a ball.

He's not one to suffer losses.

Today he's going to storm into Dong Ping's house and beat him up in front of all of her employees.

Ask him if he was behind it. If he doesn't admit it, keep hitting him until he does.

As for the consequences?

So be it, let them detain me.

He doesn't care!

In Beijing, the most important thing is to swallow your anger and endure being bullied.

Today he's going to tell Dong Ping that there are some people he can't afford to mess with.

Qian Lang changed his clothes, ignored the woman who was still dazed on the bed, and went straight out the door.

One hour later!

East Third Ring Road, downstairs from Dong Ping's company.

Qian Lang pushed open the car door, and a wave of heat hit him.

He looked up at the glass-walled building and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

You wait, you old bastard.

He walked into the lobby and then smiled.

There was no one at the front desk.

It was empty. The computer was still on, and the water in the cup was still steaming, but the person was nowhere to be found.

That saves a lot of trouble.

He didn't care about anything else and just walked in.

The elevator reached the twelfth floor, the doors opened, but the corridor was still empty. The further he walked, the more uneasy he felt—there wasn't a single person; it was as quiet as if the entire floor had been emptied.

Faint voices could be heard coming from the conference room next door, as if a large meeting was being held.

Qian Lang ignored it and continued searching.

At the end of the corridor, I saw an office marked "Chairman's Office".

The door was ajar.

He pushed the door open and entered, but there was no one inside.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the traffic of the East Third Ring Road flows by, while sunlight streams in and falls on the large mahogany desk.

A pile of files lay on the desktop, the computer was still on, and the screensaver was an underwater world with fish swimming slowly.

Two words!

style!

Qian Lang sneered.

You little rascal, you can run away from the first day of the month, but you can't hide forever.

He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and prepared to wait for someone.

Out of boredom, I glanced around the office.

Then I saw a document on the coffee table next to the sofa.

He curiously peeked over to take a look.

Then my eyes were fixed on the "Travel Channel Equity Transfer Agreement".

Travel Channel?

The one in Hainan?

Qian Lang's heart pounded violently.

He had heard of it in his past life.

This is Dong Ping's most impressive feat of getting something for nothing.

This was also the most brilliant business deal Dong Ping ever made.

He picked it up and looked at it.

The more I look at it, the more alarmed I become.

3000 million and 2.7 million—these two figures made his heart pound wildly.

Moreover, the payment will be made in five years, with only 3000 million paid in the first year.

Priority right to income – Regardless of whether the project is profitable or not, Dong Ping receives the money first.

Qian Lang swallowed hard.

He thought of a term: loss of state-owned assets.

Without further hesitation, he took out his phone.

He is patriotic; he loves this country, and he can't stand this kind of thing.

He started taking pictures.

The only downside is that the Nokia 7650's camera resolution is somewhat disappointing.

However, it is still visible.

He photographed each page one by one.

My hands were shaking a little, not from fear, but from excitement.

This time, he's going to squeeze Dong Ping until she pees.

After taking the last picture, he put his phone back in his pocket and arranged the documents back to their original positions.

Then he took a deep breath, turned around, and left the office.

It would be foolish not to leave now.

only!

He had only taken a few steps in the corridor when he bumped into a group of people.

The one at the very front, wearing a dark gray shirt and with her hair neatly combed, is Dong Ping.

He was followed by seven or eight people, some in suits and some carrying folders, who looked like they had just finished a meeting.

The moment Dong Ping saw Qian Lang, she froze, her steps halting.

"you--"

Qian Lang didn't let him finish speaking.

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped Dong Ping hard across the face.

It was crisp and clear.

The entire corridor fell silent.

Dong Ping covered her face, staring at him in disbelief. The people behind him were all dumbfounded, standing there unsure whether to advance or retreat.

"You, surnamed Qian—"

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

Qian Lang hit himself until his palms were numb, but he didn't care.

"Old Dong, the Labor Bureau, the Tax Bureau, the Fire Department—three groups of people every three days, was that your doing?"

Dong Ping covered her face, her complexion ashen, her lips moved but she couldn't utter a word.

"You won't admit it?"

Qian Lang raised his hand to strike again, but a man in a suit next to him finally reacted and rushed up to stop him.

Qian Lang slapped the man across the face, making him stagger back two steps.

"Who else?"

He glanced at the group of people and spoke calmly.

No one dared to make a move.

At that moment, someone shouted something.

"Call the police! Call the police quickly! Get security!"

Qian Lang laughed.

He looked at Dong Ping and took a step forward.

Dong Ping subconsciously took half a step back.

"You want to call the police? Okay."

Qian Lang's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

"Old Dong, try calling the police. I'll spend a few days in jail, and guess who I'll go after I get out?"

Dong Ping's expression changed.

"Let's take our time."

Qian Lang smiled.

"Do I look like someone who doesn't keep their word?"

The corridor was so quiet you could hear the hum of the air conditioner.

Dong Ping's facial muscles twitched, and finally she gritted her teeth and said something.

"Don't move."

The person who called the police was stunned, holding their phone.

Qian Lang smiled again.

"Old Dong, let's just leave it at that. But if you try anything funny again, I'll come to your house and beat you up!"

Done.

Qian Lang walked past Dong Ping.

Very relaxed.

He looks like an old man who has just finished a walk.

Dong Ping stood motionless, her face ashen.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead.

But it flashed with a vicious light.

Others—

Without uttering a sound!

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the other side.

Qian Lang walked away quickly after leaving the building.

He slowed down when he reached the parking lot.

My palms are still numb, but my mind is working faster than ever.

He didn't know how useful the contents of the phone would be, but he had a feeling that this time he could really mess with Dong Ping.

He had to deliver those two slaps.

Otherwise, Dong Ping would inevitably become suspicious of him once the matter escalates.

Such a large profit couldn't possibly be taken by Dong Ping alone; the interests involved are intricate and complex, and Qian Lang must extricate himself from it.

He bet that Dong Ping wouldn't suspect him because of those two slaps.

He got in the car, stepped on the gas, and went straight to the internet cafe downstairs from the company.

He went to that internet cafe a few times.

I've also become familiar with several network administrators.

Forty minutes later!

"Ah Liang, turn on a machine."

As he spoke, Qian Lang tossed him a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.

"Brother Lang, you're so generous."

"Come here, I have something to ask you."

Qian Lang leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

Is there a way to prevent others from tracing the IP address of a post?

Ah Liang was taken aback when he heard this.

Then he whispered to himself.

"Brother Lang, that's easy. I'll set up the proxy server for you in a bit."

"What about the external network?"