Chapter 82: The Generous Youth (Please add this book to your shelf so you won't lose track of it.)

Brother Qiang patted him on the shoulder, giving him advice. This was treating him as one of his own, which was why he handed him that business card and told him to find Brother Wu, whose name was on it. Otherwise, he would have just sent a couple of underlings to accompany Zhang Yue for a round, repaying the favor for letting him come out to play.

Zhang Yue was overjoyed. Once he got home, he dialed the number on the card. From the tone, he could tell that Brother Wu had a bad temper; if he hadn't mentioned Brother Qiang's name directly, the man would have hung up on him.

But the more intimidating the other party appeared, the more delighted Zhang Yue felt—didn't this prove how formidable he was?

Today was the day Brother Wu had agreed to meet him. Zhang Yue got ready and headed over, brimming with excitement.

At last, he met the legendary Brother Wu—a bald, burly man. Zhang Yue's first impression was of the man's face, lined with heavy flesh, and the chilling aura of ruthlessness that emanated from him.

"Brother Wu!" Zhang Yue greeted him respectfully.

"Who the hell are you?" Brother Wu, seated at the head of the table with his legs crossed, cast a sidelong glance at Zhang Yue.

"I'm here on Brother Qiang's recommendation," Zhang Yue hurriedly named his intermediary.

"Oh, Qiangzi," Brother Wu's attitude noticeably softened, "I remember you called me a few days ago."

"You remember me, Brother Wu? That's wonderful!" Zhang Yue fawned, "I was afraid you might forget, being so busy. So, about the matter I mentioned..."

"Haha, it's a trivial thing—not hard to cripple someone. Since Qiangzi recommended you, I'll do you this favor!"

"Thank you, Brother Wu!"

Brother Wu nodded and then said slowly, "Do you know the rules?"

"The rules? Yes, yes!" Zhang Yue promptly handed over a thick envelope he'd prepared in advance.

Brother Qiang had specifically instructed him: if you need Brother Wu's help, you must prepare a red envelope. Zhang Yue had remembered everything.

Brother Wu motioned for someone beside him to take the envelope and squeezed it with his left hand, nodding in satisfaction. Then he looked up and saw Zhang Yue staring at his bandaged right hand. His expression immediately turned cold.

"What are you looking at?" Brother Wu's voice sent chills down Zhang Yue’s spine.

"Nothing... nothing at all!"

"I'll have you know, this hand got hurt just a couple of days ago when I took on dozens of guys. I only injured my hand, but I made them lose ten arms!" Brother Wu said proudly, the flesh on his face twitching involuntarily.

"Ten arms..." Zhang Yue's eyes widened. He really had found the right man today—Brother Wu was ruthless!

But Brother Wu was injured. Could he still fight?

"Brother Wu... about my matter, should I wait until your hand recovers?" Zhang Yue asked cautiously.

"This injury is nothing! With just my left hand, I can still break ten arms!" Brother Wu said dismissively. "Besides, we're only dealing with a small security guard. What are you afraid of? Since you're so sensible, I'll personally back you up, bring a few brothers along, and make sure he suffers!"

Money received, business to be done.

If Qiangzi hadn't called to say Zhang Yue was a fool with more money than sense, Brother Wu wouldn't have bothered with something so trivial. Normally, for a security guard, he'd just send two subordinates. But this envelope was truly thick!

So he decided to go himself—not to do anything, just to observe, which would be a huge favor for Zhang Yue.

"Thank you, Brother Wu!" Zhang Yue finally relaxed. The money hadn't been spent in vain; his revenge would be served!

...

Cui Quan carried his bundle, feeling tense as he arrived at Swan Group.

After all, he was holding forty-five thousand—a sum that equaled seven or eight years of his wages. How could he not be anxious?

As soon as he entered the company, his first task was to find Hua Tianyu, but at the HR department, he discovered Hua Tianyu slacking off with Wang Hong.

Cui Quan secretly gave a thumbs-up. Brother Tian was truly impressive—one of Swan International's four beauties, Wang Hong, and he managed to win her over!

Seeing Cui Quan, Hua Tianyu and Wang Hong exchanged greetings. Under Liang Hui’s wary gaze, he left the HR department.

"Security Department business?" Hua Tianyu asked.

"No," Cui Quan shook his head and took out the Patek Philippe watch from his bundle, handing it to Hua Tianyu. "The other day at Taige Villa, you gave me this. It's too expensive—I can't accept it."

Hua Tianyu took the watch, turned it over in his hand, and nodded. "A Patek Philippe. That guy Lu really knows how to spend money!"

Then he stuffed the watch back into Cui Quan's arms, patted his shoulder, and said, "I never take back what I give away. If you really don't want it, just toss it. It's just a worthless watch—don't worry about it!"

"Huh? Throw it... throw it away?"

Cui Quan’s mind blanked. He thought Hua Tianyu didn’t know its value, so he whispered, "Brother Tian, this watch is worth forty-five thousand. My wife had it appraised at the boutique."

Hua Tianyu replied calmly, "A forty-five-thousand watch, what difference does it make from throwing it in the trash?"

Cui Quan: "..."

Hua Tianyu chuckled, "Relax. You'll have plenty of things like this in the future. If you don't want to toss it now, keep it. Someday, when you do, just throw it away!"

In the end, Cui Quan couldn't bring himself to throw away the watch, but he couldn't defy Hua Tianyu either, so he nervously tucked it back into his bundle.

After arranging for Cui Quan to handle some overdue matters in the Security Department, Hua Tianyu was about to return and chat more with Wang Hong. His phone's WeChat chimed.

Lin Lin: Are you free tonight?

Hua Tianyu: Yes.

Lin Lin: At the Grand Hotel, you treat us to dinner, okay? You promised us last time.

Hua Tianyu: No problem. Just book a private room in my name.

Lin Lin: Got it!

Putting down his phone, Hua Tianyu remembered that the Grand Hotel was the same place where the Shangjiang Business Alliance had arranged the negotiation with Wei Xueying last time. He had a strong impression of the place—lavishly decorated. These people certainly knew how to pick venues.

Since he had dinner plans with them tonight, his role as driver might be affected. Hua Tianyu decided to inform Wei Xueying face-to-face.

As for telling her via WeChat?

Heh, that's out of the question.

He always visited the CEO's office, admiring the goddess of Shangjiang. Now that he had a legitimate reason—standing up the CEO tonight—how could Hua Tianyu not deliver the news in person?

Back when he wasn't manager of the Security Department, Hua Tianyu entered the CEO's office as if it were his own domain. After so many visits, Wei Xueying was used to it and didn't bother to reprimand him.

Just like how he now called her "Xueying"—after hearing it so many times, Wei Xueying had grown numb. Sometimes, even in public, when he called her that, she didn’t react too strongly anymore.