Chapter 141: Chen Zhidong Beaten Up

Chen Zhidong excitedly accompanied the delivery truck from the Baili Group to transport the one-hundred-thousand-yuan worth of products to the Qingguo Company warehouse.

"Brother, have you inspected the goods?" Chen Zhidong asked the warehouse keeper. "Is the quantity correct?"

"I'll take a look in a moment," the warehouse keeper nodded.

When signing the documents, whether due to some discomfort or not, the keeper's hand seemed to tremble slightly. He scribbled several times before finally managing to finish the signature.

The resulting signature was completely illegible, but Chen Zhidong couldn't care less. As long as the other party acknowledged receipt, he could go to Qingguo Company to collect the payment.

"Hurry up and leave, I'm busy," the warehouse keeper urged, shooing Chen Zhidong away.

Eager to collect the one hundred thousand yuan in payment, Chen Zhidong didn't pay any mind to the keeper's sour expression.

Beaming with joy, Chen Zhidong arrived at Qingguo Company, only to find two burly men standing there.

Had Xiaoyu been present, she would have recognized these two thugs as the ones previously summoned by Xiao Dao.

"I'm from the Baili Group. Tell your General Manager, Jia Dazhi, to come out right now," said Chen Zhidong, a typical bully who cowered before the strong and lorded over the weak.

In the past, Qingguo Company had been fiercely intimidating, and Chen Zhidong wouldn't have dared to show his face here.

However, when he called Qingguo Company that afternoon and mentioned he was from the Baili Group, the female secretary had acted as though she were meeting her master—submissive, sweet-toned, and even telling him to make any demands he wished, adding that the funds could be wired immediately.

Keen on taking credit for recovering the debt, Chen Zhidong naturally wanted to bypass Baili Group's finance department.

If He Haoxuan were to step in and contest the matter, it would only lead to complications.

By returning to the finance department with one hundred thousand yuan in hand, he could directly claim his commission. Even if He Haoxuan had monumental objections, it would be to no avail.

Now that he had reached Qingguo Company, Chen Zhidong naturally wanted to put on airs, acting like a big shot to show off in front of the pretty female secretary.

The female secretary was quite attractive, blessed with a voluptuous figure fit to be treated as a trophy wife.

If she took a fancy to him and spent a romantic evening with him, that would be simply wonderful.

Hearing the commotion, the female secretary walked out from the inner room and asked, "What is your name?"

"Let me tell you, I'm much more capable than that He Haoxuan. He works under me; I am Section Chief Chen Zhidong of Section Four, and I'm a big deal," Chen Zhidong said, puffing out his chest and striking an arrogant pose.

To be certain, the secretary asked one more question: "You are Chen Zhidong, correct?"

Making a mistake in identity could lead to severe consequences.

After all, earlier that morning, their failure to properly assess the situation was precisely why Jia Dazhi was still lying in a hospital bed.

"Yes, I am. Are your eyes blind?" The deeper Chen Zhidong got into his act, the more thrilled he felt, thoroughly enjoying his delusion of grandeur.

The female secretary turned to the two burly men and said, "It's him, no doubt about it."

With that, she swayed her hips and walked back inside.

Watching her graceful retreat, Chen Zhidong couldn't help but swallow hard.

Goodness, this secretary had quite the appeal. Tonight, he had to find a way to win her over.

Just as Chen Zhidong was indulging in these sordid thoughts, the two burly men lunged at him.

Each grabbing one of his arms, they hoisted him up and dragged him straight toward the building's emergency stairwell.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Chen Zhidong cried out in alarm. "Let me tell you, I'm an executive at the Baili Group, and my name is Chen Zhidong! If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll destroy you!"

The thugs were utterly unimpressed. The only person they feared was He Haoxuan, certainly not some Baili Group.

"Smack!" One of the men shoved Chen Zhidong into a corner and began punching and kicking him. Within moments, Chen Zhidong was sporting a pair of bruised panda eyes.

"Ouch, that kills me!" Chen Zhidong shrieked in agony.

Amidst his screams, the two thugs searched his person, took the receipt documents, and walked away.

"Hey! You need to give me those receipts! Otherwise, I won't be able to collect the one hundred thousand yuan!" Chen Zhidong was terrified out of his wits.

Without those documents, Qingguo Company could drag them into a endless war of words. By then, getting that one hundred thousand yuan back wouldn't take just half a year—it might take several years.

Struggling to his feet, Chen Zhidong rubbed his eyes, only to find them so swollen that he could barely see the path ahead.

With no other choice, he groped his way to the restroom, splashed some water on his face, and then hurried back to the general manager's office at Qingguo Company.

Seeing him return, the female secretary wore a cold expression and demanded, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Beauty, didn't I just tell you? My name is Chen Zhidong, and I'm a section chief at Baili Group," Chen Zhidong said ingratiatingly. "Were those two men out there your employees? Please tell them to return my receipts."

The female secretary cast a sidelong glance at him. "I don't know you, and I have no idea what you're talking about. If you have no business here, get lost immediately."

"What? You guys took those documents! Hand over the one hundred thousand yuan right now!" Chen Zhidong shouted.

"I don't know those two men. Besides, if you want to collect payment, you need to present the relevant paperwork. I can't just hand over one hundred thousand yuan based on your word alone," the secretary retorted.

"I don't have the receipts on me right now, so how can I present them? Look, you can just call the warehouse keeper and have him verify it. That way you can pay me. Besides, didn't you say over the phone earlier that I could get the payment whenever I came?" Chen Zhidong argued.

"Did I say that? I don't remember," the secretary flatly denied.

Chen Zhidong stared at her, dumbfounded.

"You can't do this! If you don't give me the one hundred thousand yuan, what am I supposed to do when I go back?" Chen Zhidong asked, wearing a miserable expression.

"I didn't say I wouldn't pay. I just need to investigate and verify things first. Once I've checked everything and confirmed it with you folks, we can discuss the payment," the secretary said, swiftly dismissing him.

Chen Zhidong tried to pester her further, but several other men emerged from nearby offices and hauled him straight out the door.

Lacking He Haoxuan's backbone, Chen Zhidong was frightened into silence by their menacing appearance.

With no documents left on him and Qingguo Company refusing to deny the debt—merely insisting on a thorough investigation before issuing a response—Chen Zhidong was completely out of options.

Sigh, the payment was delayed yet again, and goodness knows when he would ever actually recover it.

Fuming with anger, Chen Zhidong returned to the Baili Group, only to find He Haoxuan absent. A surge of fury gripped him. "Where has He Haoxuan gone? Is he skipping work again? Damn it, you all better bear witness for me. I'm going to get him fired."

"Who's making a racket out there? Don't people have work to do? If anyone steps out of line, don't blame me for being ruthless," a stern voice rang out from inside Chen Zhidong's private little office—it was He Haoxuan.