Richest Rag-picker N Chapter 93 - 92: Kill the Chicken to Warn the Monkey

Chapter 93: Chapter 92: Kill the Chicken to Warn the Monkey

As the glossy black Bugatti sped out of the gated community, Er Gouzi, who had just hauled two bags of dog food into the villa’s courtyard, looked up resentfully in the direction of the sports car. ’Damn it, going out to have fun and not even taking Lord Dog...’

Bugattis are rare enough, to say nothing of this ridiculously cool, one-of-a-kind Bugatti La Voiture Noire. From the mont the car left the neighborhood, it stopped everyone in their tracks.

The drive passed in silence. When the supercar, worth over a hundred million, parked in front of the small company where Fang Chenyi had worked for several years, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of complex emotions.

He found a spot on the street and parked. Then, tucking a large woven bag under his arm, he walked into the office building.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his company’s floor.

But before the doors could fully close, a woman’s hand shot out, blocking them. As the doors slid open again, she quickly stepped inside.

"Oh, Sister Wu, heh heh. Here to see the... uh, Supervisor Zhao again?"

The woman was none other than Zhao Yong’s wife, Wu ili.

Wu ili, dressed in a short skirt and black stockings, stepped into the elevator. When she saw it was the most handso young man from her brother-in-law’s company, a wide smile blood on her fairly attractive face.

"Well, if it isn’t Xiaofang! I’m here to talk business with your boss. What about you? Where are you headed? You didn’t co down here just to et , did you?"

Her unabashedly flirtatious tone sent a wave of goosebumps over Fang Chenyi’s skin. ’Here to "talk business" with the boss again? Heh, I bet it’s the kind of business you use your other mouth for. Sigh, that cuckold is a truly pathetic case. Of course, pitiful people always have their detestable side. His wife is sleeping with her brother-in-law, but he’s fooling around with the forty-year-old divorcée in the finance departnt. It’s an open secret at the company—everyone knows except for the boss, probably.’

Shaking his head to clear it of their ssy drama, he instinctively shuffled backward a bit, offering an awkward smile in place of a reply.

Just then, the elevator arrived at their floor. Wu ili, who had wanted to tease the handso young man a little more, could only step out with a look of disappointnt as the doors opened.

Only after Wu ili was out did Fang Chenyi step out himself, a disdainful twist on his lips.

Watching her retreating figure head toward the boss’s office, Fang Chenyi spat inwardly. ’I may be picking up trash for a living now, but I’d never stoop to picking up soone’s sloppy seconds.’

He shook his head and walked into the main office area.

As soon as his colleagues saw him, they all started chiming in.

"Hey, Old Fang, you devil. Did you go on a blind date or what? All decked out in a suit... what’s the occasion?"

"Holy shit! I an, co on, Fangzi, give the rest of us a chance to live, will ya? It’s bad enough you’re so damn handso, but now you’re showing up in a suit? For fuck’s sake."

Looking at the colleagues he had worked alongside for so long, Fang Chenyi was overco with emotion. ’Just a few days ago, I was one of them, busting my ass every day just to make a asly one hundred and ten yuan.’

’And now? Now I can pick up a single bottle off the street and make what I used to earn in an entire day. You could say things have changed... a lot.’

"Hey, Old Fang, where’ve you been the past few days?" Tang Ying, the colleague at the desk next to Fang Chenyi’s, glanced around nervously before leaning in and lowering his voice. "I heard you didn’t even request leave. This morning, the Cuckold was ranting about making an example of soone, and he’s planning for you to be it. You really need to watch your back."

Fang Chenyi gave a bitter smile. He had no idea what had gotten into the Cuckold to make him want to target a three-year veteran of the company like himself.

What Fang Chenyi would never know, of course, was that just last night, after much begging and pleading, the Cuckold had finally managed to climb into Wu ili’s bed. But in the heat of the mont, she had let her guard down and cried out Fang Chenyi’s na.

The Cuckold had instantly exploded with rage. He swore he would kick that son of a bitch Fang Chenyi out of the company and, on top of that, withhold his entire salary!

And so, at this very mont, the Cuckold was in the office of his boss—who was also his brother-in-law—using Fang Chenyi’s unexcused absence as a pretext to badmouth him.

But his brother-in-law, the boss, just frowned and said nothing. ’If it wasn’t for his wife,’ the boss thought, ’why the hell would I ever let an incompetent screw-up like him, who causes more trouble than he’s worth, run wild in my company?’

’It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that a huge reason the company is in its current state—on the verge of being sold—is because of this idiot!’

’He’s fired all the veteran employees who wouldn’t bow down to him, leaving behind a bunch of incompetent bootlickers. The only capable people left are a few old hands with real skills, like Fang Chenyi and Tang Ying.’

That was right. The company had been losing money for two straight years, and the boss had recently been looking for a buyer to sell it off. However, to keep morale from collapsing, only he and the head of finance in charge of the liquidation knew about it.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Just as the Cuckold was droning on to the boss about Fang Chenyi’s supposed faults, a knock suddenly sounded at the office door.

Before the boss could even call out, the door was pushed open from the outside.

When he saw Wu ili enter, a delighted smile broke out on the Cuckold’s face.

"Oh? Honey, you’re here! Perfect timing. I’ve noticed our brother-in-law’s shoulder has been hurting lately. Say, didn’t you learn massage? You should give him a shoulder rub."

With that, the Cuckold turned to the boss at the head of the office.

"Brother-in-law, ili’s new massage techniques are incredibly relaxing. Why don’t you let her work on you? It’ll help you de-stress from all the pressure at work."

Hearing the Cuckold’s suggestion and glancing at the seductively dressed Wu ili, the boss felt a familiar itch. He didn’t have many hobbies, but this sort of thing was his one true vice.

’Especially doing it right in front of Zhao Yong... that feeling is a special kind of thrill.’

Besides, the stress of selling the company had left him genuinely exhausted.

"Heh heh, alright then. I’ll leave it in your hands, ili. Oh, right, Yong," he said, using Zhao Yong’s given na, "I have so docunts here I’ll need later. My mory’s been a bit off lately, would you mind taking them down to my car for ? Oh, and one more thing. You ntioned yesterday you were fifty thousand short for that car you wanted, right? There’s a bank card in my car’s armrest compartnt ending in 3838. It has over sixty thousand in it, and the PIN is 194250. Go ahead and take it."

[To be continued...]