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Lan Qingqing was well aware that Wu Youyou was deliberately looking for trouble, causing a scene. She wouldn’t comply with Wu Youyou’s wishes; after all, she had never seen a workplace leader who ordered their subordinates to run laps in public like this!
Just as Lan Qingqing was about to refuse, Wu Youyou suddenly said, “Wait here and don’t move. I’ll get you something.”
Wu Youyou turned and went into her office. When she came out again, she was holding two pink dumbbells, which she unceremoniously dropped into Lan Qingqing’s hands.
Thinking to herself, Lan Qingqing had always enjoyed being a little mischievous, didn’t she? If her hands were so eager to move, they shouldn’t be empty.
Forced to hold the two pink dumbbells, Lan Qingqing felt humiliated. Wu Youyou commanded her, “Run! What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for me to run with you? Right now, you’re my personal staff, essentially my half-bodyguard secretary. If you don’t exercise, how can I protect you?”
With that, Wu Youyou shoved Lan Qingqing’s shoulder hard. “Run!”
Lan Qingqing felt a deep resentment. She had intended to refuse but found herself lacking the courage to voice it. She was afraid that if she rejected Wu Youyou, she would lose her job.
No one in the office lobby stepped forward to support her. Everyone knew that Wu Youyou’s actions were unreasonable, yet no one dared to oppose her.
Accepting her fate, Lan Qingqing began running in circles while holding the dumbbells. She ran around the circular corridor of the office lobby, where everyone could see her.
Wu Youyou took out her phone and recorded a short video, sending it to Tong Le with a message: “Tong Le Jie, now I understand why you dislike Lan Qingqing. I just saw her trying to flirt with your husband. Honestly, there’s nothing wrong with saying this out loud. Don’t worry; I’ll take care of her.”
Meanwhile, the female secretary led Ke Wenjie and Jiang Zhichao to the activity room.
Ke Wenjie stood outside the activity room, puzzled. “Aren’t we going to Zong Zeyu’s office? What are we doing in the activity room?”
The female secretary replied politely, “Zong Zeyu is waiting for you inside.”
After she left, Ke Wenjie knocked and entered the room. It was a spacious activity room filled with various exercise equipment and a boxing ring.
Zong Zeyu was sparring with his personal trainer, both of them displaying impressive techniques.
Watching Zong Zeyu on the ring, Ke Wenjie couldn’t help but praise him. “The boss really has a rich personal life; he even has a boxing ring in his office building.”
Zong Zeyu took off his boxing gloves and tossed them down to Ke Wenjie.
Ke Wenjie hurriedly caught the gloves and said politely, “Hello, Zong Zeyu! I’m Ke Wenjie from Tongshan Real Estate. This is our project planner Jiang Zhichao behind me.”
Zong Zeyu stepped down from the ring and grabbed a bottle of mineral water casually. “Have a seat; let’s talk here.”
Ke Wenjie nodded respectfully and was about to bend down to sit when Zong Zeyu stopped him. “You’re not the planner, right?”
Ke Wenjie quickly straightened up and replied, “Ah no! It’s our company’s Xiao Jiang.”
Zong Zeyu gestured towards the ring. “Why don’t you go up and throw a few punches? If you win, I’ll assign this project to you.”
Zong Zeyu looked at Jiang Zhichao and said, "You come and give me a report."
Ke Wenjie was taken aback. "Am I supposed to go up and box? With your personal trainer?"
Zong Zeyu's gaze was cold and filled with disdain. "Do you not understand what I'm saying?"
Ke Wenjie hurriedly took off his suit jacket. "I understand, I understand! I'll go up right now."
Having never experienced such a project negotiation, he thought that whether or not they could secure the project would be determined by a boxing match. Since it was Zong Zeyu's intention, he certainly couldn't refuse.
He thought to himself that worst-case scenario, he would just take a few punches on stage. After all, the opponent was a personal trainer and wouldn’t really hit him hard; it was just for show.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhichao was nervously sweating as he stood in front of Zong Zeyu, holding the Project Proposal. Although they were close in age, Zong Zeyu's powerful aura made him feel drenched in sweat.
Zong Zeyu sat on the sofa in sportswear, a white towel draped around his neck, sipping ice water as he waited for Jiang Zhichao's report.
After a long silence, Zong Zeyu looked up at Jiang Zhichao. "Sit down? We can start now."
Jiang Zhichao stiffly took a seat. At that moment, the sound of Ke Wenjie's cries echoed from the ring. The coach's heavy fist landed mercilessly on Ke Wenjie's body, like pounding dumpling filling.
Jiang Zhichao felt his scalp tingle and stammered, "Um... this time's business district planning project... I... I..."
Zong Zeyu smiled helplessly. "Do you have a speech impediment or something?"
Jiang Zhichao opened the Project Proposal, preparing to read it out loud. However, due to his nerves, he felt like the words were jumbled codes dancing before his eyes.
Losing patience, Zong Zeyu asked, "Did you do this project? Do you still need to read it?"
Jiang Zhichao quickly replied, "It’s not me! It’s our company Tong Le! Zong Zeyu, I'm just an errand boy!"
Zong Zeyu turned to look at Ke Wenjie in the ring. At that moment, Ke Wenjie was nearly knocked out, lying on the ground with a swollen eye and gasping for breath as the coach had him in a tight chokehold.
Zong Zeyu couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. He had finally gotten his revenge; last time, Ke Wenjie had left a red mark on Tong Le's neck. This time, he was returning the favor.
Zong Zeyu gestured to the coach to stop.
Ke Wenjie got up from the ground with one eye swollen shut and forced a smile. "Zong Zeyu, sorry for making you laugh."
Zong Zeyu pointed at Jiang Zhichao and said, "Your employee says he didn't do the project; it was done by someone from Tong Le. I want to see the actual project planner."
Ke Wenjie was stunned. He shot an angry glare at Jiang Zhichao; there was no way to hide it now. He had thought he could eliminate Tong Le from consideration but ended up exposing himself instead.
As he stepped down from the ring, he tried to negotiate. "Zong Zeyu, let me give you the report instead! I—"
Zong Zeyu stood up directly, completely losing patience. He turned to leave the meeting room when Ke Wenjie immediately gave in and pleaded, "Zong Zeyu, give me twenty minutes! I'll bring the planner here right away! Just let me make a phone call!"
Zong Zeyu turned around, his expression cold. After planning, she would come to my office for a meeting. With that, Zong Zeyu left the activity room.
Ke Wenjie hurriedly pulled out his phone and called Tong Le, but the call went unanswered. Frantic, he felt his anxiety rising. Jiang Zhichao, noticing Ke Wenjie’s increasingly swollen left eye, couldn’t help but ask, “Ke Wenjie, do you need to put some medicine on your eye?”
Ke Wenjie snapped back at Jiang Zhichao, “Shut up! You can’t even report properly! How utterly foolish!”
Jiang Zhichao suppressed his emotions, feeling resentful. This project was originally Tong Le’s; even if he had memorized the Project Proposal thoroughly, he wouldn’t compete with Tong Le for it! Ke Wenjie deserved to be hit; he deserved the warning from Zong Zeyu!
Ke Wenjie anxiously paced back and forth. He dialed his mother, Zhang Huizhi. The call finally connected. “Where’s Tong Le? Why isn’t she answering her phone?” he asked urgently.
Zhang Huizhi replied, “She’s in class! I confiscated her phone and I’m watching her from outside the classroom!”
Ke Wenjie shouted, “Why did you take her phone? Let her answer the call! Right now!”
Zhang Huizhi was taken aback. “Why are you yelling at me? She’s in a prenatal class! They don’t allow anyone inside during class hours!”
Ke Wenjie continued to yell, “What nonsense prenatal class! Get Tong Le to Zong Group right now! Immediately! No more excuses!”
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