Chapter 98: 097 Wanwan takes action, with Fifth Master coordinating and supporting_2
The employees only knew Manager Chen and had no idea who the master jewelry-maker was, so it never crossed their minds to think of Tang Wan.
They all assumed it was a reclusive, antisocial old masterâafter all, artisans are often famously temperamental, like...
For instance, those who carved stone and jade were notoriously tough, skilled craftsmen but hardly qualified businesspeople.
"Are you alright?" Tang Wan had seen his resume, and although Manager Chen was responsible for hiring, Tang Wan would certainly review the staff files.
"Um..." The employee glanced at the few men who had come to "collect a debt," looking extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed, "Sorry, weâve had a bit of trouble here."
Tang Wan sized up the several men in the distance, five in total, all burly and robust, their exposed arms tattooed with dragons and tigers.
These men were also sizing up Tang Wan, noticing her as she entered. Through the half-open door, they could only see a lean and tall figure, seemingly frail, appearing not to pose any threat.
They, too, were locals from Pingjiang and recognized Tang Wan. One of them directly said, "Miss Tang, weâve got some private matters to handle, which donât concern you. Itâs getting dark, you better head home soon."
The subtext was clear:
Donât meddle, just scram.
But Tang Wan found it funny. They kept calling for the boss but didnât recognize her?
She moved forward into the interior of the workshop. Beyond Manager Chenâs private office, everyone was in a shared area, which was now a messâoffice chairs, paper, and shattered teacup pieces were scattered everywhere.
"Miss Tang..." The employee tried to stop her from advancing.
Didnât anybody want to invite disaster? Why was Miss Tang doing the opposite?
"Donât go in there, they are..." The employee attempted to stop her, "It would be bad if you got hurt."
The group of men was also perplexed, eyeing her warily, unsure of her intentions.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Tang Wan slightly curled the corner of her mouth, "Five men, looking fierce like evil spirits, seem like tough characters, but turns out theyâre just a bunch of cowards who are afraid of trouble."
The five menâs faces shifted simultaneously.
"Bullying a skinny young guy to feel some sense of presence, do you think youâre impressive?"
"From outside, the noise of hitting and smashing made it seem like you could turn the place upside down, but it turns out it was just some worthless trinkets you smashed. All bark and no biteâisnât that cowardice?"
No man could endure being called a coward by a woman. One of the group, particularly hot-tempered, immediately stepped forward.
"Donât think I wonât lay a hand on you just because youâve got a powerful father. What did you say? Say it again, I dare you!"
He rolled up his sleeves and approached Tang Wan, "Get lost, donât stick your nose where it doesnât belong."
"Miss Tang, you better leave." The employee was utterly flustered.
"What are you afraid of? These people are just trying to scare us. Theyâve made such a fuss for so long and didnât even dare to smash a computer. Do they dare touch me?"
Tang Wan offered a calming smile and then turned to the agitated muscular man, "I do have a powerful father, and I spend more in one day than you make in a year."
"Hehâlook at you, so poor and shabby, I dare you to lay a finger on me!"
Jiang Jinsang and Jiang Cuo had already followed her inside, while Jiang Jiu went to park the car and hadnât come up yet.
This was the first time they had seen Tang Wan being so sharp and caustic, clearly provoking the man in front of her.
Proud and arrogant, acting the domineering rich heiress.
The man, already quick-tempered, couldnât hold back, "Iâm going to hit you today, and what about it?"
"Hacker!" The leader quickly went over and grabbed his arm.
"So Iâll pay some money if I hit her, so what? You really think I donât dare, you brat?" he said, both anxious and agitated, shaking off his companionâs hand, pointing at Tang Wan, "Who did you say was poor and shabby? Huh? Say it again, I dare you!"
"Some people, though impoverished, are not short of ambition, which I never look down upon. Everyone earns money through hard work and skills, everyone wants a shortcut, but some have ill intentions..."
Tang Wan scoffed lightly, "Simply social scum."
"Miss Tangâ" The employees were terrified; with the situation as it was, how could she keep provoking him?
The man stretched out his hand, his finger almost poking Tang Wanâs forehead, but she was unflinching, even sporting a disdainful smile at the corner of her mouth, thoroughly enraging him.
It was his first time hitting a woman. He lifted his hand, intending to shove her arm as a threat.
But before his fingers could touch Tang Wanâs shoulder, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand.
The burly man was not used to being grasped by such tender hands, and the person in front of him was even giving him a brilliant smile. He was distracted for a moment, and it was in that instant...
Tang Wan suddenly exerted force in her wrist, twisted hard, and the manâs rugged scream instantly filled the entire floor.
"Aowâ" A scream.
Jiang Jiu had just parked the car and was taking the elevator upstairs when he heard that scream, his brow furrowed slightly:
Whatâs going on?
Not even slaughtering a pig could elicit such a tragic cry!
"Damn it, let go of me, aowâ" The more the man struggled, the harder Tang Wan gripped, twisting his body into an extremely contorted position, his facial features screwing up in pain.
His companions hadnât expected Tang Wan, who seemed so gentle and soft, to suddenly strike, and strike so hard at that.
"What did you just say? You wanted to hit me?"
"You damn, ahâ"
The surroundings were too quiet; the agonizing scream was accompanied by the clear sound of bones twisting, sending a chill down everyoneâs neck.
"His arm is about to break," Jiang Jinsang reminded.
With a little more force from her wrist, Tang Wan released the crushing pressure, and the bulky man breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he tried to turn and hit her, someone fiercely kicked the back of his leg.
Off-balance, his body slammed straight onto the ground.
"Bangâ" With a muffled grunt, he landed face-first, the pain making his scalp tingle.
The employee was so nervous he swallowed hard, feeling the floor tremble beneath his feet, and glanced at the man who had just raised his leg.
Pale skin, lips the color of deep red, his figure so thin it seemed almost frail; unexpectedly...
Perhaps noticing his gaze, Jiang Jinsang tilted his head to look at him, his manner proud and elegant. With just the slightest curl of his lip, the employee felt a tightness in his chest, and a single word popped into his head:
Demon!
"Hacker!" The companions immediately helped the man up.
His body was muscular, and from that fall, even his nose was bleeding, half his face dripping with blood by the time his companions helped him up.
It was clear how fierce that kick from Jiang Jinsang had been.
...
"Miss Tang, are you here to provoke on purpose?" If a brother was beaten and the big brother just pretended to be dead, how could he face anyone when going out in the future?
The employee was scared stiff, certain a terrible fight was about to break out, so without thinking too much, he reached for his phone, ready to call the police.
Tang Wan chuckled, "Whoâs provoking whom?"
"All of you come charging in, claiming youâre collecting a debt from the boss?"
"I really want to know, how much do I owe you that youâd come here so late and trash my studio like this?"
The employeeâs fingers paused, what was Miss Tang talking about?
She...
Is she the boss?
He had been at this studio for less than six months, hadnât the old employees said that the boss behind the scenes might be a quirky, reclusive old curmudgeon who preferred to live alone and wasnât sociable?
And then his phone vibrated with a call from Manager Chen; he answered it shakily: "Helloâ"
"Xiaoxu, did Wanwan go there? Did she go by herself? You keep an eye on her, and if the other party is unrelenting, just call the police..."
"Chen, Manager Chen, theyâve started fighting..."
"Fighting? Wanwan went there and theyâre fighting again? These pieces of trash, they even hit a girl, are they even men?" Manager Chen swore, angry and anxious, "Is she hurt?"
"It was her who made someone bleed."
Manager Chen paused for two seconds, "Oh, then itâs fine!"
Such terrible double standards...