Nowadays, whenever a company runs into trouble, it’s basically always due to the actions of a temporary worker, with the company being unrelated.
And there’s no need to ntion Silver Horse Club specifically, where all these young masters are hired and fired on the spot, true temporary workers indeed.
Not only that, but the club’s rules are clearly written in black and white: Ah Le violated the club’s rules, so the club is in the right.
Thus, no one thought Manager Zhou’s handling of the situation was problematic. If there’s anyone to bla, it’s just Ah Le for not following the rules.
Having fun with soone else’s wife is one thing, but trying to take over their household is another; he deserved it when his leg got broken.
At that mont, Ah Le suddenly burst into tears, "Manager Zhou, help , I’ve been wronged, wah wah... That woman and her husband played a scam on . They not only took all my savings but also wanted to extort the club. No matter what Manager Zhou says, they will block this place until Mr. Shen agrees to compensate them..."
"Shut up!" Manager Zhou roared, with his eyes bulging, "You violated the club’s rules, which is tantamount to admitting your dismissal; all your issues have nothing to do with our club. Security, drag him away and throw him out!"
"Hehe. Manager Zhou, don’t be in such a rush to clear yourself of responsibility! Whatever you say, didn’t the incident with my wife happen in your club? This guy had the chance to take advantage of my wife because of your club, right?"
The man sneered, "Now you’re trying to wash your hands of this with a single ’unrelated to the club,’ but it’s not going to be that easy!"
Manager Zhou looked at the man with a mocking smile, "What else then? I’ve suggested that you call the police already. If you’re reluctant to spend on the phone bill, I can call for you!"
"Then go ahead and call the police." The man sat down on the ground, "I’ll just sit here, co every night, and you can keep calling the police. I am curious to see if they will co every day to drag away."
The man’s backup lined up in a straight line, blockading the club’s entrance tightly. Soone else with a phone was taking photos: "We won’t lay a hand on you, but if you dare touch a hair on our heads, your club will beco instantly famous online."
Seeing the guests blocked outside, the anxiety on Manager Zhou’s face was evident.
Without any hesitation, he imdiately called Shen Silin: "Mr. Shen..."
To everyone’s surprise, a person ca out from inside the club, helped Ah Le up, and brought a chair for him to sit on.
"Mr. Yang!" Ah Le looked at Yang Yu in astonishnt, "You..."
"Don’t say anything else. Let set your bone first, bear with it a bit," Yang Yu said, and right after his words fell, everyone heard two crisp "crack" sounds.
"Ah!" Ah Le scread in agony, and tears of searing pain gushed forth in an instant.
It hurt, it really hurt too much!
But then Ah Le was surprised to find that his leg didn’t hurt anymore, and he even regained so sensation: "My leg, my leg!"
Yang Yu quickly inserted a few needles into Ah Le’s leg, then packed away the needles: "It’s okay, rest for ten days to half a month, and you’ll be able to walk."
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Yang," Ah Le said, feeling wronged, with tears that could not be stopped streaming down.
Manager Zhou hung up the phone and walked over to Yang Yu, his face full of helplessness: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Shen said that you have full authority to handle this matter."
"Could it be? Leaving it to a young master to handle? Has the boss lost his mind?"
"Who knows, but this young master’s dical skill is very good, he dances well and sings beautifully, maybe he really has what it takes?"
"What skills are you talking about? The ones in bed?"
"How distasteful, you little vixen!"
Yang Yu didn’t take the gossiping bystanders to heart and walked directly to the man, saying calmly, "Sir, please state your demands openly, we can negotiate."
"That’s the right attitude to solve a problem!" the man grinned broadly, "Simple. My wife has spent here no less than three hundred thousand, if not two hundred thousand over the years. Return that consumption amount to double, and the extra will be considered my emotional damages fee."
"Four million, right?" Yang Yu said with a smile, eyeing the man, "How about this, to solve this issue once and for all and avoid future disputes, I suggest we record a video with a mobile phone, as evidence, is that okay?"
The man, finding Yang Yu appeared to be reasonable, nodded in agreent imdiately: "Of course, no problem."
Yang Yu shouted, "Ah Wen, help record a video."
"Got it!" Ah Wen stepped out of the crowd and took out his phone to start recording.
Soone from the man’s side also took out a phone to record, so there was no worry about the other party maliciously editing the footage.
With both sides ready to record, Yang Yu then asked the man, "Sir, may I ask what your na is?"
The man imdiately stated his na, "Cheng Junming."
"Age."
"45."
"What’s your wife’s na?"
"Qiu Shuangshuang."
"Are you and your wife facing financial difficulties?"
"Yes, my company urgently needs a sum of money, three million."
Hearing this, everyone present couldn’t help but be shocked, "What’s going on?"
"This Cheng Junming seems a bit off! Why does he say anything he’s asked?"
"Could he be possessed?"
"Look at his eyes, they do seem a bit off."
Hearing the crowd’s discussions, the people Cheng Junming had brought tried to intervene, but Manager Zhou ordered the club security to hold them down.
The security of Silver Horse Club was no ordinary bunch; each could be a personal bodyguard when they went out, so how could this motley crew be a match for them?
"Cheng Junming, wake up! Cheng Junming!"
His companions shouted loudly, but no matter how much they yelled, Cheng Junming remained blank-eyed, showing no response whatsoever.
Yang Yu continued to ask, "Why not take out a loan from the bank?"
Cheng Junming said, "My company is poorly managed and already owes the bank more than five million, so we can’t borrow any more."
"And then?" Yang Yu looked at Cheng Junming with a smirk, "Did you co up with a way to get the money?"
"Yes." Cheng Junming nodded slowly, "My wife and I thought about knocking over the Silver Horse Club for a score. A few million might not even amount to a day’s revenue for this club; the club would definitely compromise."
Yang Yu asked another question, "Was Ah Le wronged by you all?"
"Yes," Cheng Junming said, "I had my wife lure him to our house, and as soon as he ca in, my friends and I broke his legs and squeezed every last penny of his savings out of him."
"Even if this guy cries injustice, it’s no use, I’m a big boss, my wife is a lady of stature, who would believe the word of a cowherd?"
On hearing Cheng Junming’s words, all the young masters present beca furious.
"Damn! That’s shaless!"
"I thought ’honey traps’ only happened in those small hotels, never imagined a big boss would stoop to such sches."
"Despicable, utterly despicable!"
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