Chapter 91: No Mercy for You—Why Should I Fear Any of Your Many Identities?

Chen Ni’s little mouth behind him opened wide before she even realized it.

She knew better than anyone what kind of man He Zhijun was: overwhelmingly domineering, the sort of person no one dared speak to that way, except her father.

“Did he really just take him on like that? Doesn’t he want this job anymore?”

A fierce chill indeed rose off He Zhijun, and he glanced at Chai Jin with utter indifference.

“Was it you who hit my son?”

Chai Jin smiled lightly. “I said just now: he had it coming.”

With that, he turned and walked away without another look back.

He Zhijun’s fists suddenly clenched. A heavy frost seemed to pour off his body.

Chen Ni hurriedly said, “Uncle He, please don’t be angry yet. Let me explain what just happened…”

He Zhijun waved her off directly. “You think I’d lose my temper over some factory laborer?”

A son like this could only have a father like that standing behind him.

Like father, like son. At heart, He Zhijun was exactly the same kind of person as his boy.

He treated life with contempt, never gave a second glance to any poor soul around him, and yet he was also a man of extreme cunning.

Toward anyone stronger than himself, he could flatter them without any principle at all.

If you told him to bark like a dog twice, he would bark louder than anyone.

But the day his own worth surpassed yours, he would trample you hard into the mud.

Chen Ni was left awkward and uneasy by the question, feeling unhappy and troubled.

He Zhijun suddenly burst into laughter again. “All right, it’s nothing much. Your brother Kai is in a bad mood.”

“When you have time, go out more often, take walks, watch the sea, see a movie. You’re young; feelings are built slowly. Things will improve between you sooner or later.”

“Your father and I worked hard together to build this fortune. No outsider wants a share of it, and in the end it will all belong to the two of you.”

“But Uncle He, I…”

“All right, no more of that. I still have to meet up with your father. A very important guest has arrived, and we need to arrange everything for him.”

“I won’t keep you from work any longer.”

He Zhijun gave Chen Ni no chance to object and got up to leave the office.

A worried crease settled between Chen Ni’s brows, and she had no idea what to do.

Wasn’t this just forcing things? Could affection really be cultivated?

If there was no feeling, there was no feeling.

Besides, just thinking of He Kai now made her feel sick.

...

Old Huang and Su Wenbin came back.

After such a huge commotion in the afternoon, Chai Jin certainly wasn’t going back to work.

Old Huang had already met Fang Yi and happily brought back a thousand yuan from him.

They had originally meant to celebrate, but when they returned and saw the dormitory in utter disarray, with many things smashed to pieces, they were furious.

As soon as he heard what had happened, Old Huang slapped the table in rage.

“Too much! Why didn’t they wait until I got there? I’d have killed him myself!”

Chai Jin frowned. “It’s over now, so let it be over. What did my friend say?”

Old Huang forced down his anger and gave a rough account.

They had come back late because they had been out looking at storefront stalls.

They had taken a liking to one stall: not big, only around a dozen square meters, with a monthly rent of just one hundred, but in an excellent location.

It was in the area with the heaviest foot traffic near several major factories.

After all, they didn’t need much space; they were only there to recruit people.

Then, from the side, Liu Shan suddenly muttered, “Old Huang, I’ve already hit the boss’s son. I definitely can’t stay in the factory anymore. For the sake of us sharing a place for these few days, bring your little brother along to get rich.”

Old Huang’s greasy, thick face twitched. Another one wants a cut of my profit?

Wouldn’t I be better off taking that money to a hair salon?

Though he was reluctant, looking at Liu Shan’s expression, he sighed again and said, “Fine, fine, you can follow me. If I’d known better, I shouldn’t have let you call me brother.”

“No more after this, though. If there’s another one, you’ll strip my shorts clean.”

“Damn it, Old Huang, you’re disgusting. I’ve seen you go three days without changing your shorts. Who wants yours?” Liu Shan couldn’t help complaining.

The few of them burst out laughing.

Su Wenbin had only just joined them, and being honest and somewhat simple-minded, he was still a little reserved.

Chai Jin was just about to say something to Su Wenbin when the portable phone on the bed started ringing.

He could only smile wryly, pat Su Wenbin on the shoulder, and say, “I’ll take the call. You all talk.”

He picked up the portable phone from the bed and left the dormitory.

Old Huang, watching after him, was green with envy.

Back home, he often used to look at portable phones too, and he had long since made plans.

Every time he tricked money out of his father-in-law, he meant to go buy one. But every time, on the way past that hair salon, he would grit his teeth in the end and go inside.

In the end, he squandered several hundred thousand of his father-in-law’s money and still never bought one.

He swore that every time he cheated his father-in-law out of money, it truly had only been to buy a portable phone, to improve communication with the family.

Going into the hair salon had never been the intention.

On the side, Liu Shan seemed to remember something and asked, “Old Huang, when you saw that boss today, didn’t you ask what Brother Jin does?”

At that, Old Huang and Su Wenbin exchanged wry smiles.

“How could we not ask? That boss just said coldly, don’t ask so much, just do what you’re supposed to do.”

“Oh, I think Brother Jin must be a spy sent by a rival factory of our Hongda Electronics Plant!”

“Otherwise, why would someone who can afford a portable phone come to our factory to be an assembly-line worker? What’s he after?”

That question stumped everyone there.

They each scratched their heads, unable to figure it out.

Especially Su Wenbin—how could he know that Chai Jin had come for his sake?

As for Old Huang and Liu Shan, the two of them were entirely an accident, and could only be counted as destiny: they were meant to meet Chai Jin, this benefactor.

Without Chai Jin, they would have spent this life toiling away in the factory, exchanging their years for a bit of money to survive, and nothing more.

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The call was from Feng Haodong.

He had returned early to Deep City.

The reason was that several major distributors in the south kept calling nonstop, asking about the Li Bai liquor matter.

The shortage was especially severe, so Feng Haodong had to come back and hold a distributors’ meeting to reallocate supplies.

He thought the northern matters were already finished, so he might as well return and deal with it.

Since this was about the Li Bai liquor, he naturally had to look for Chai Jin. He was the boss; if you didn’t go to the boss, talking to anyone else would be useless.

Besides, he was also curious about what Chai Jin was up to. Why would he abandon good business and come work in a factory? What was he thinking? It made no sense.

So they agreed to have dinner together. But the moment a man of Feng Haodong’s stature appeared in Deep City, people immediately rushed to invite him to meals.

He had no choice but to accept two invitations.

Those two were the bosses of Hongda Factory: He Zhijun and Chen Nianhua.