At first, Feng Lei and Wei Chenglin stare down at each other, sharp as vipers.
" What an intense confrontation, dude. "
" Yeah, bro, Feng Lei sure has the guts, man."
" All Feng Lei knows is how to talk big, bro. "
"Feng Lei isn't the best senior graphic designer in the company for nothing. He once ripped apart intern's proposal with glaring mistakes. In front of the whole office. "
" Feng Lei's past means nothing if he is just a delivery man now. "
" Just a delivery man, bro? He's more than just a delivery man, I can tell you that. "
" He's a rat pretending to be a snake. "
"How dare a delivery man talk that way to Wei Chenglin? "
" Feng Lei courts death indeed. "
"Perhaps it is the other way around. "
" He ought to beg for mercy from Wei Chenglin. "
" He also ought to kiss Wei Chenglin's shoes. "
" Perhaps he will be let off with no more than a minor bruise. ""
" Feng Lei is an ant trying to swallow a tiger. "
" No, Feng Lei's a dragon in disguise. "
The onlookers, all of them company employees of Celestial Point Ventures, say to each other.
Half of them side with Feng Lei, and the other half sides with Wei Chenglin.
" Bow before me, Feng Lei.Then I will fucking let this go, idiot. "
Wei Chenglin arrogantly says to Feng Lei, with a sneer upon his lips.
" Bow down before a snake like you, Wei Chenglin? Over my dead body. "
Feng Lei sharply retorts back.
" How dare you speak back to me like that. You are courting death. "
Wei Chenglin says in barely controlled anger, color rising to his cheeks, his body visibly trembling with rage.
" Naturally, I'll speak back to you because I can, Wei Chenglin."
Feng Lei retorts back again, amusement visible in his sharp eyes.
A small, sly grin tugs in the corners of Feng Lei's lips.
" Feng Lei, how dare you! I'm a Senior Graphic Designer, while you're just a delivery driver. "
Wei Chenglin says angrily, his arm moving like a blur to slap Feng Lei across the face.
But Feng Lei nimbly dodges, and causes Wei Chenglin to stumble on the floor, and sprawl face-first in the ground.
Smack! As Wei Chenglin hits the ground, a loud burst of wild, mocking laughter can be heard from the onlookers who side with Feng Lei.
"That was delicious. "
"The high and mighty Senior Graphic Designer Wei Chenglin, down on the ground. "
" Feng Lei ought to beg for mercy after he made Senior Wei lose face. "
" It's Senior Wei who ought to kiss Feng Lei's shoes. "
The onlookers animatedly debate among themselves.
Wei Chenglin manages to stand up straight again, red hot fury flashing on his cheeks.
" Feng Lei, how dare you make me lose face! You are just a delivery driver, and I am a-"
Wei Chenglin thunders in fury, but Feng Lei doesn't let Wei Chenglin finish his sentence.
Crack! A loud slapping sound is heard when Feng Lei's hand slaps Wei Chenglin full in the face, causing Wei Chenglin to stumble on the ground again.
" That's the fucking last time you will slap me in the face, again, bastard. "
Wei Chenglin says with anger, while he fumbles for his phone.
We Chenglin starts to call Han Manxue, the CEO of Celestial Point Ventures.
" Oh? Are you calling for backup now, Wei Chenglin? Be a man. Finish your own fights. Don't be a coward and hide under your CEO's skirt. "
Feng Lei taunts and mocks.
Feng Lei whips out his own smartphone, with the digital banking app ready on his smartphone.
" Has Feng Lei left his wits? "
" How dare he slap Senior Wei Chenglin in the face? "
" Senior Wei Chenglin sure knows how to talk big, only to hide under the CEO's skirt. "
" Turns out Senior Wei Chenglin is nothing but an arrogant coward. "
" It's over. Feng Lei is finished now. "
" Finished? Feng Lei is just starting. It's Senior Wei Chenglin who ought to be finished. "
The onlookers continue to debate among themselves.
" You. Feng Lei. You're the one who caused me to lose millions of dollars. "
When Han Manxue finally shows up in the reception lobby of Celestial Point Ventures, immaculately dressed in black business attire from head to toe, 24 years old, while carrying a Macbook laptop, she immediately spots Feng Lei.
" Let me correct you, Han Manxue. It wasn't my doing. It's Wei Chenglin who made you lose the business deal. "
Feng Lei says, a hint of dry amusement playing in his voice.
" Baseless accusations, Feng Lei. Don't you dare falsely accuse me. It was your presentation, your designs. "
Wei Chenglin sharply retorts back at Feng Lei.
" Oh? Feigning innocence, now, are we, Wei Chenglin? Too bad I have the evidence. "
Feng Lei says with a sharp grin.
" What's this nonsense you're spouting now, Feng Lei? Wei Chenglin is right. "
Han Manxue sharply says to Feng Lei.
" Nonsense, Han Manxue? What I say is true. Let me borrow your laptop for a moment. "
Feng Lei brashly and confidently says, while Han Manxue lends to Feng Lei her Macbook laptop.
Feng Lei deftly navigates the Macbook's OS interface, logs his email in, and logs his Canva account in through his email.
" Now, come closer, Han Manxue, Wei Chenglin. I have something to show both of you. "
Feng Lei clicks into the obviously tampered design on Canva.
Feng Lei shows the traceable design history, along with Wei Chenglin's company email clearly logged in inside Feng Lei's design, with bright as day clues that Wei Chenglin altered the design.
All of the employees gathered in the reception lobby sees the clearly tampered design on Ham Manxue's laptop screen.
" Unbelievable. I..my account must have been hacked. I.. I assure you, Han Manxue, it was Feng Lei's fault right here. "
Wei Chenglin stutters.
Wei Chenglin's bravado falters, his arrogant composure failing at the clear clues of the tampered design.
" Hacked, Wei Chenglin? It's clearly your company email account. Just you wait. "
Feng Lei says with a wild serpent's grin, victory in sight.
Feng Lei turns to face Han Manxue.
" Han Manxue, Celestial Point Ventures is on sale, yes? I'll buy the company, but you remain the CEO. I'll buy 70 % of the company stocks as well. You can keep the 30%. Name your price. "
Feng Lei says with bold, blunt confidence, his digital banking app ready on his smartphone.
" 50 million dollars, Feng Lei. I prefer full payment upfront. "
Han Manxue says, not believing what Feng Lei said.
" Dream on, ant. As if you can afford the price, you're only a beggar compared to our CEO. "
He Wuilong, who overhears everything says, heckles Feng Lei from the reception counter.
Feng Lei only gives He Wuilong a venomous, sharp smile, a look that promises quick retribution.
You think I'm a beggar, He Wuilong? Think again. I'm richer than everyone in this company combined, and before it ends, you will end up kneeling down before me, asking me for mercy. Good luck till then.
Feng Lei thinks, while inputting Han Manxue's bank account, which he knows well, since he was a part of Celestial Point Ventures on the digital banking app on his smartphone.
"Will Feng Lei buy the company, man? "
"He sure knows how to talk big, dude. "
" What if he's wealthy in disguise? "
" Hah. Look at his clothes. He's just a delivery man. "
" A delivery man can't possibly afford the price. "
" How much is the company again? "
"50 million dollars, dude. "
" Damn, that's expensive, man. "
" Feng Lei boasts as if it's pocket money. "
" What if he doesn't make an empty boast? "
" Feng Lei's boast will fall flat on his face. "
" What if it won't? "
A few minutes later, an email flashes in the MacBook laptop Han Manxue carries, which clearly says " Congratulations. You successfully received 50 million dollars from Feng Lei. "
" Young Master Feng Lei is wealthy. "
" How dare He Wuilong and Wei Chenglin offend the Young Master. "
" They ought to beg for mercy. "
" If they want to keep their jobs, they ought to kiss Young Master Feng Lei's shoes. "
" We're lucky to have Young Master Feng Lei as the company owner. "
" Lucky? The heavens will bless our company. "
The onlookers who at first doubts Feng Lei now side with him.
Their heads bow with deference in unison when Feng Lei glances at them.
Such is the power of money.
" Impossible. How can a mere beggar afford that? "
He Wuilong says, trembling with fear.
He Wuilong realizes her time in the company as the receptionist is over for good.
" Young Master Feng, have mercy on us. "
He Wuilong drops on both knees to hug Feng Lei's left leg, while Wei Chenglin hugs Feng Lei's right leg, begging not to be fired.
They are afraid for their jobs, with remorse evident on their faces.
" Han Manxue,it's you who made the company rules for serious violations. What must be done to these two? "
Feng Lei pries his legs free from the embrace of He Wuilong and Wei Chenglin, disgusted.
" Professional behavior at all times is a must in my company. He Wuilong, you'll be placed under probationary suspension for 6 months, without pay. As for Wei Chenglin, he's fired, and blacklisted from the company ever again. I will pursue damages incurred during Wei Chenglin's time in the company. "
Han Manxue declares, serene strength evident in her tone.
Han Manxue sweeps past He Wuilong and Wei Chenglin back to her office.
" Heard that, you two? It's Han Manxue herself who declared your punishments. Now get out of my sight, you two eyesores. "
Feng Lei coldly says, ignoring their pleas for mercy.
Feng Lei collects the payment for the delivery and returns back to his electric tricycle.
Feng Lei's electric tricycle roars out into the distance.
He Wuilong and We Chenglin hug each other and cry bitter, melodramatic cries at the sudden reversal of their fates.
" They deserve their fates. "
" Lowly worms who dare to offend Young Master Feng Lei. "
" The heavens look down on them. "
" The heavens punish them. "
" Ding. Congratulations, bastard. You just earned 10,000 Face-Slapping Points. You have 22,000 Face-Slapping Points in Total. Would you like to spend them now, asshole? "
The System chimes mockingly.
" Not now, System. Some other time, perhaps. I'm saving up my Face-Slapping Points. "
Feng Lei says, obviously annoyed at the System's snarky, mocking way of speaking.
"Ding! You unlocked a System Quest, you hopeless fool. Will you like to view the System Quest now, you witless rock? "
The System says in a snarky, sarcastic, and mocking tone, but Feng Lei isn't even listening.