After hanging up the phone, the man regained his composure.
"Kid, you’re done for now. You’ve provoked someone you shouldn’t have."
"I’m telling you, offending our Brother Chao here is cutting off your own lifeline."
"I’ll show you why flowers are red, and why you need real skill to stand out."
Zhang Yang chuckled coldly, "Did you forget you’re still in my hands? Even if someone comes to back you up, it’s gonna take a while, right?"
"Is it really wise to provoke me right now?"
The man’s expression changed, "My boss is coming. You wouldn’t dare touch me, would you? Do you have a death wish?"
At this point, some people came forward to persuade Zhang Yang not to be impulsive.
They all thought Zhang Yang was too young and prone to rashness in the face of bullying.
But they understood the hidden rules here; those with connections and power weren’t people ordinary folks could afford to provoke.
Yet Zhang Yang remained silent, tightening his grip slightly.
The man screamed desperately, "Let go! My arm’s going to break! Let go!"
Zhang Yang sneered, "Didn’t you just say without strength, you can’t show off? Too bad, I think I have a bit of strength. What do you think?"
Terrified, the man realized he’d met someone reckless and quickly pleaded for mercy.
"I was wrong! Boss, let me go first. Let’s talk calmly. When my boss arrives, I’ll put in a good word for you."
"You want meat? I’ve got it. I can give it to you right now."
Zhang Yang was taken aback and then released his grip.
The man quickly moved far away and desperately rubbed his hand, shoulder, and arm.
He really felt it almost snapped. This kid was seriously ruthless.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry and bring out the lunch with meat!"
Although his eyes were full of anger, after meeting Zhang Yang’s gaze, he obediently opened the thermal box nearby.
These people usually prepare two kinds of lunches: one is very plain and cheap, meant for the low-wage workers.
For those people, merely having something to eat was good enough.
The other kind was quite good, exactly meeting Zhang Yang’s earlier standards: two meats and three vegetables.
These lunches were reserved for minor leaders, since as long as the leaders were satisfied, there’d be no major trouble.
This was the hidden rule within these small lunchboxes.
Zhang Yang called out, "Everyone, come get a lunchbox. This is the kind people should be eating. You’ve all worked hard today."
The people present didn’t expect Zhang Yang to be so righteous, but no one dared to come forward momentarily because they heard the man’s boss was coming with more people. If they took the lunch now, who knew what would happen?
They were all ordinary workers and didn’t want to clash with those people. It’s better to avoid trouble; not starving was good enough. What dignity do laborers have?
This is the tragedy of the lower social strata. Even if someone stands up for them, they don’t necessarily appreciate it.
The man distributing food smirked repeatedly. This is the rule; those who don’t follow it are bound to be punished.
Zhang Yang frowned and spoke again, "This is what you deserve, this time’s real meal standard set by the hosts."
"There’s no need for psychological pressure. I’ll handle any trouble."
Hearing Zhang Yang’s words, everyone felt quite grateful in their hearts.
Some elders persuaded Zhang Yang, "Young man, just let it be. It’s better not to trouble yourself. Harmony begets wealth; you should leave quickly. Those people won’t talk nicely to you when they arrive. It’s tough out there, but your well-being is important."
"Yeah, don’t bother with them, just go. If you don’t leave now, it’ll be too late."
Zhang Yang sighed, "Alright, after I deal with these people, I’ll distribute the meals. If you trust me, throw away the garbage lunchboxes."
Seeing Zhang Yang speak with such confidence, many people’s minds began to wander, wondering if this young man might actually have skills.
Even the man distributing food began to reassess Zhang Yang.
"Kid, what exactly do you do? Can you give us a hint? We’re not targeting anyone; it’s just the rule. If you have any background, just say it. We don’t want a full-scale conflict; it wouldn’t be good for anyone."
The food distributor softened his tone, giving himself an out, a backup plan.
Zhang Yang stopped speaking and just sat there, casually grabbing a meat-containing lunchbox.
This lunchbox was pretty good; the rice was hot, and the dishes were too, completely different from the earlier cold meals.
The meat inside was also fragrant, and Zhang Yang enjoyed his meal thoroughly.
He quickly finished one box and casually reached for another.
Seeing Zhang Yang so calm, everyone became more curious about whether he truly had some background.
Just then, Brother Chao arrived with seven or eight people, aggressive and ready to confront.
"What’s going on? I wanna see who dares to cause trouble here today. Have they gotten tired of living?"
The ordinary workers quickly stepped aside, fearing they’d get caught up in it.
Liu Wen Chao led the way and addressed the man distributing food, "So, who’s the one causing trouble?"
"It’s him. I don’t know what he does, but this kid seems to have some background, maybe knows people from the host side, understands our food standards."
Hearing this, Liu Wen Chao was not cautious at all. Instead, he gave a disdainful sneer.
"The hosts this time are people from Dragon Country. I hardly know them; other people wouldn’t know them either."
After speaking, Liu Wen Chao approached Zhang Yang, watching him enjoy his meal, and immediately felt a surge of anger.
"Beat him up! Make him spit out what he ate! Does a lowly person like him deserve to eat such good food?"
The group of thugs immediately moved forward.
Zhang Yang raised his head and then pointed to the corridor, saying, "Look who’s coming over there?"
"No matter who comes today, they can’t save you," Liu Wen Chao sneered.
But he instinctively turned around to look and was startled to see a dozen security guards coming down the corridor with the same menacing attitude.
He had heard that all the security personnel this time were replaced and truly listened to the hosts.
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