"There’s no toilet paper," coming out of the mouth of the haughty woman Ding Miaoyan, was a first of its kind.
Fang Yi found it amusing.
Fang Yi couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"What...what are you laughing at!" Only separated by a door panel, Ding Miaoyan naturally heard Fang Yi’s laughter.
"No, I didn’t laugh, I really didn’t laugh," Fang Yi explained.
"Quickly go get the paper!" Ding Miaoyan ordered.
But Fang Yi did not move, instead, he stood there and lit another cigarette.
Fang Yi looked up, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "Right now, a lot of colleagues are gathered outside the restroom. If they all knew that Minister Ding doesn’t bring toilet paper, it would be quite thrilling."
Ding Miaoyan let out a sharp scream, "You wouldn’t dare!"
Fang Yi laughed again and said, "Little thing, now you know what I’m capable of."
Ding Miaoyan, furious, gritted her teeth. She felt her legs growing numb; trapped in a difficult situation, she angrily declared, "What exactly do you want! State your terms!"
Fang Yi said, "There’s no particular condition, just find an opportunity someday to let me really appreciate your legs, that will be enough."
Ding Miaoyan was silent for a while, then said, "Pervert."
Fang Yi shamelessly said, "It doesn’t matter if I’m a pervert or not, just agree or disagree."
After an oddly long silence behind the door panel, Ding Miaoyan’s voice slowly responded, "...Deal."
Fang Yi arrived outside the ladies’ restroom, Ma Haigang, along with a dozen security guards, had already subdued people like Flathead, preventing them from leaving. Fang Yi slightly frowned as he saw the gathered colleagues spectating.
Ma Haigang, discerning Fang Yi’s intention, loudly declared, "Look, look, what are you looking at! Don’t you people have work to do, huh? Scram, quickly disperse."
While saying this, Ma Haigang glared fiercely, resembling a dog ready to bite at any moment, which nonetheless forced the curious employees to leave.
After the crowd dispersed, Huo Xiaoxuan came over with a box, handing it to Fang Yi, she said, "Here, this contains 300,000, Mr. Shen said you don’t need to return it."
Fang Yi didn’t say anything, took the money box, and then directly threw it onto Flathead.
At that moment, Flathead, bruised in the face, had clearly been beaten not just by Fang Yi but also harshly by Ma Haigang. Feeling the weight of the money box hit him, Flathead was shocked.
"Here’s 300,000. Take me to get the IOU," Fang Yi said coldly, planning to resolve Ding Miaoyan’s issue once and for all.
Fang Yi raised his foot, stepping down on Flathead’s chest, and demanded, "Take me to see your Vice Alliance Hierarch."
Flathead hesitated for a bit, weighing his options, he finally nodded.
Meanwhile, Ding Miaoyan finally came out of the restroom. Her steps were unsteady, and her calves numb, probably from squatting too long. When Fang Yi looked at her, she immediately glared back, but quickly lost her boldness, feeling somewhat guilty.
If Fang Yi hadn’t been there today, this situation would likely have been difficult to resolve, and her reputation at the company would have been ruined. Thus, Ding Miaoyan felt guilty, lacking even the courage to stare down Fang Yi.
Fang Yi instructed Ma Haigang to release the other people but kept Flathead to lead the way.
"I’m coming too." Ding Miaoyan followed them down to the company’s entrance, speaking up.
"Why on earth should a woman like you come along, just to mess things up?" Fang Yi gave her a sideways glance.
"This started because of someone, and I must put an end to it. Moreover, I’m not that weak—if I, the person directly involved, don’t stand up, how can I command respect in the future?" Ding Miaoyan lifted her chin, locking eyes with Fang Yi without a trace of guilt.
After a moment, Fang Yi said, "Fine, come if you must, but... Huo Xiaoxuan, why are you tagging along?"
Huo Xiaoxuan replied, "I’m keeping Sister Miaoyan company. If you’re feeling lonely on the road, I can talk to you." Excitement sparkled in her eyes.
Fang Yi had already guessed what this girl was thinking. Considering Ding Miaoyan was also coming, it didn’t matter much if Huo Xiaoxuan joined.
Besides these two, Ma Haigang also went along; he was in charge of escorting the flat-headed man.
A car precisely stopped at the entrance of the tea house, located in a busy district with streetside parking filled to capacity.
On the roadside, there was an extremely luxurious Porsche.
"Are you sure that Porsche is the Vice Alliance Hierarch’s car?" Fang Yi parked at the curb and looked through the rearview mirror at the flat-headed man behind him.
The flat-headed man, dispirited, weakly said, "Yes."
Fang Yi smirked coldly, then drove the car over the curb and directly toward the tea house entrance.
A sudden brake, and the car skidded to a stop right in front of the tea house. This abrupt incident left two thugs at the entrance stunned and started a sudden commotion.
"Look at the situation and get out of the car," Fang Yi commanded, then opened the door, wielding a fire axe he had grabbed when leaving his office.
Seeing Fang Yi emerge with the fire axe, people rushed towards him, but Fang Yi sternly warned, "Whoever comes close, I’ll chop."
Those words alone were enough to petrify them.
Then, Fang Yi, with the axe in hand, approached the Porsche and started hacking at it, the epitome of vehicular vandalism.
The Porsche’s alarm went off amid the bustling district, attracting many onlookers. A middle-aged man quickly rushed out of the tea house, heart aching at the sight of an unfamiliar man wielding an axe against his Porsche, his anger rising uncontrollably.
"What the hell are you guys standing around for! Someone is smashing my damn car! Get him!" Tian Xinwei bellowed, his heart metaphorically bleeding.
The Porsche, worth over a million, was his pride and his first car, now being ruthlessly damaged by Fang Yi. How could his heart bear it?
However, at that moment, Fang Yi suddenly stopped.
In an instant, there was silence at the entrance of the tea house.
"Vice Alliance Hierarch Tian, I’d like to talk to you if you’re available," Fang Yi said, his manner vastly different from his ferocious car-smashing demeanor.
Tian Xinwei sneered, "You’ve smashed my car. There’s nothing to talk about."
Fang Yi confidently replied, "Why not, Vice Alliance Hierarch Tian? I think we have plenty to discuss. Besides, out with the old, in with the new, right?" He snapped his fingers.
From the car parked at the tea house entrance, Ding Miaoyan and others got out. When Tian Xinwei saw the bruised and swollen flat-headed man, his expression turned ominously dark, as if he could wring water from it.
Silently for a moment, Tian Xinwei abruptly turned and walked into the tea house.
Minutes later, Fang Yi and Tian Xinwei sat facing each other, Fang Yi leisurely blowing on and sipping the freshly served hot tea before setting down the cup.
Tian Xinwei gazed coldly at Fang Yi, "Speak, what do you want?"
Actually, Tian Xinwei had already guessed. He had someone call for reinforcements, and the thugs were en route.