The man in his fifties chuckled and said, "What kind of Eighth Master are you? Ever since you’ve joined the Longtu Group, I’m sure you don’t even consider , the Eighth Master, worthy of notice anymore?"
"No!"
"Really no?"
"Really no!"
The Eighth Master chuckled again, stood up, walked around the desk, and slowly approached Shen Ji.
During this process, Shen Ji kept his head down, not daring to et the Eighth Master’s gaze, looking completely different from his previous deanor outside.
The Eighth Master stopped in front of Shen Ji, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pinched the flesh on Shen Ji’s cheek. In an instant, Shen Ji’s body tightened like a wound-up spring.
While pinching, the Eighth Master laughed and said, "It’s been such a short ti, and you’ve gained weight. It seems life has improved after joining the Longtu Group."
Shen Ji: "Without the Eighth Master, I wouldn’t be where I am today."
Slap, slap!
The Eighth Master stopped pinching Shen Ji’s cheek and instead patted Shen Ji’s face, making a slapping sound.
Throughout, Shen Ji kept his head down, displaying respect and humility, not daring to defy the Eighth Master in any way, even enduring being slapped.
Even with his head down, Shen Ji’s eyes were filled with flas of anger, his fists clenched tightly, his nails almost digging into his palm.
The Eighth Master continued to pinch and slap, as if appraising a fine piece of art, or inspecting goods for any defects.
Finally, the Eighth Master gave a satisfied "hmm," saying, "Not bad, you didn’t jump up and bare your fangs at , otherwise my fists would itch, and hitting people can be quite painful."
Shen Ji lowered his head further: "I don’t dare!"
The Eighth Master: "Don’t be so afraid, I’m just speaking casually. Now you’re Shen Hongyang’s son and the junior president of Longtu Group, I can’t pamper you like before, otherwise, if you get angry, you’ll confront and where would I go to seek justice then?"
"The Eighth Master is joking."
"I’m not joking." The Eighth Master’s expression suddenly turned cold, his eyes becoming incredibly intimidating: "Lift your head!"
The anger disappeared from Shen Ji’s eyes, he raised his head and displayed a humble, docile smile.
"Looking more handso now."
The Eighth Master gave a satisfied smile, walked to the desk, sat down, and pointed downward, saying, "You should know what to do, right?"
The smile on Shen Ji’s face vanished instantly.
At that mont, Shen Ji had the urge to kill, wanting to take out the knife hidden in his coat, violently stabbing it into the Eighth Master’s heart, then cutting the hateful person in front of him into hundreds of pieces.
Ti froze for about ten seconds, Shen Ji ultimately took a step, as if descending into Hell, slowly walking towards the Eighth Master.
...
Ye Ming was in front of the plaza of Longteng Building. At this ti, several cars were pulling into the plaza outside the building, with a clatter, totaling over ten people, each incredibly arrogant.
Getting out of the car, they all saw Fang Yi waiting by the roadside and raised their hands to greet him.
Ye Ming, with a smile on his face, walked over, handing out cigarettes to each person, appearing quite amiable.
A young man finally stepped out of the car.
This young man was wearing a leather jacket, sporting earrings, smoky makeup—a complete display of performance art. Ye Ming did not dare show any neglect and walked over with a cheerful smile, saying, "Brother Yang!"
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