38: Chapter 38 This Is Unscientific 38: Chapter 38 This Is Unscientific Zhao Long’s return to the Duty Department was anything but peaceful.
He was like a mad dog gone wild.
The reason everyone in the security department could maintain such calm and comfort was that every good comrade there had no airs about them; they were like brothers, naturally easy to get along with.
On the other hand, Zhao Long, the little chief of the Duty Department, thought otherwise.
The events of today left him venting all his anger on the staff of the Duty Department, where he raged without end.
He exuded an oafish arrogance.
After cursing, he didn’t forget to throw in a few more insults before running to the advertising planning department with a wronged face to complain to Fan Jian, who immediately erupted in fury.
His slender, willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed like those of a little woman.
That kid dared to hit you?
Does he no longer want to live?” Inside the advertising planning department, Fan Jian glared at Zhao Long, cursing after every exaggerated and embellished word Zhao Long said.
He wished he could confront Lin Zifeng right away.
“Director Fan, you have to help me this time.
I couldn’t do anything, not only did he hit me, but he also spoke rudely about you.
Hitting me is a small matter, but insulting you is…” Zhao Long said, adding his own exaggerations to the story.
“What the hell did that brat say?”
Fan Jian’s face was grim, his voice very fine and drawn out, which sounded oddly whiny no matter how one listened.
“He said you don’t have the guts to fire him, said you were just scaring him for fun, and also…”
Spit it out if you have something to say!” Fan Jian said through clenched teeth, hearing Zhao Long’s embellished tale.
Those with high status and power can’t stand anyone speaking ill of them; they have very thin skins.
The more they are flattered, the more they enjoy it.
“He said he has the backing of the CEO, so he’s not afraid of us at all, and that he’s always considered you a nobody!”
When Zhao Long said the last sentence, his tone noticeably lowered and he didn’t forget to check Fan Jian’s reaction.
Those words were all fabricated by him, and if he didn’t articulate them carefully, Fan Jian might explode on the spot.
That would not only foil his own plans but also put him in a difficult position.
So in his fabrications, Zhao Long still maintained a sense of measure.
The CEO would back him up?
For that little worthless security guard, the CEO would back him up?
Fan Jian almost laughed out of anger, feeling this was the funniest thing he had heard all day.
What level is the CEO?
Other than the chairman, she is the most powerful presence.
It would have made sense to invoke anyone’s name, but to think of using the CEO to intimidate him was like some kind of absurd joke.
“I heard that there is some kind of relationship between our company’s CEO and that little bastard, and that the CEO personally brought him in.
There’s said to be some sort of…”
A slap sound suddenly echoed throughout the office, startling the employees walking outside the advertising planning department as well.
Fan Jian slapped Zhao Long to the ground and then, with a ferocious glare, spit on him and cursed hatefully, “Keep your damn mouth clean, is Nangong CEO someone you can talk about?
Is she someone that low-level employees like you can just speak of as you wish?
Don’t you know she’s the one I admire most in the company?”
Fan Jian stomped on Zhao Long’s puffy face and continued to shout abuse.
Zhao Long lay on the floor, his face almost completely distorted, looking mournful and apologizing repeatedly, fearing that Fan Jian would unleash his fury again.
Even if Fan Jian were to beat him to death right now, he wouldn’t understand what exactly he said wrong, whom he had offended.
Was it just because he mentioned Lin Zifeng had some connection with the president?
Could that comment really have offended someone?
That didn’t make sense at all.
But what he would never know is what kind of status Nangong Bing held in the hearts of the company’s high-level executives.
Almost half of Tianyu Group’s male senior staff were here because of Nangong Bing.
Although they knew they would never have a chance encounter with Nangong Bing that might lead to something more, working in her company was an honor in itself.
At the age of 23, she had managed to single-handedly turn a severely indebted company into a profitable publicly listed one, and she did it all in just one year.
The feat was nothing short of remarkable.
And she did it with zero capital, without any help.
To these self-important white-collar elites, there wasn’t one who didn’t see Nangong Bing as the goddess in their hearts.
And just by chance, Zhao Long, this dim-witted fool, had touched her raw nerve, drawing the wrong kind of attention to himself.
Why on earth did he have to link the lowly security guard with the president?
Was he asking for a beating?
“I’m telling you now, if you dare say a single bad word about the president again, I’ll make sure you’re out of here immediately!”
Fan Jian was feeling irritated, pacing around the office in a volatile mood.
His usual effeminate demeanor was gone.
Whenever Nangong Bing was mentioned, he felt an especially masculine energy.
Zhao Long was as pitiful as a little girl, covering his face, but in his heart, he had cursed Fan Jian back to his ancestors.
He hated Lin Zifeng even more, who was the root cause of all this.
If it hadn’t been for the mess Lin had stirred up, would he have ended up so embarrassingly trying to defend his girlfriend?
“Now get out!” Fan Jian glared furiously, his face growing colder and colder.
Frightened, Zhao Long scrambled and tumbled out of there.
As he exited the office, nearly everyone from the advertising department crowded around.
In a corporate company like Tianyu Group, every employee had one strange habit—they all loved gossip, especially when it came to stirring events.
It seems Director Fan’s not in a good mood today, huh?”
“Yeah, it feels like he’s eaten a bomb; he’s burning up.
Did someone offend him?”
The office was abuzz with speculation.
Everyone began to wildly guess why Fan Jian was in such a bad mood today.
“I saw him return from the Duty Department, he must have encountered something irritating,” said a tall and beautiful woman, carrying a file folder.
“Right, right, right, I saw it too.
I heard from Liu Jing of the Duty Department that it was because the new security guard didn’t swipe his card,” another person chimed in.
Is that security guard trying to dig his own grave?
Not swiping Fan Jian’s card?
Isn’t he just asking to get laid off?”
“Getting laid off is a small matter.
I’m afraid Fan Jian, that bastard, might pull some stunt to screw that person over.
When that happens, not only could someone lose their job, but they could also get unlucky in other ways.”
By then, the entire advertising planning department was in an uproar.
In less than half an hour, almost all the staff knew about Fan Jian’s big loss that day.
Of course, Lin Zifeng, that backcountry bumpkin who was hardly renowned, was now becoming a hot topic throughout the company.
More people were simply offering their silent condolences to Lin Zifeng.
Fan Jian was no fool.
He heard the office rumors too, and what he was doing now was taking his revenge on Lin Zifeng.
He wanted to drive this insignificant security guard out of the company for good, to prove that his methods were by no means just for show.
It was a classic case of killing the chicken to scare the monkey.