Lei Mingyao’s face was full of bitterness, feeling as though his heart, liver, and lungs were all aching. That Humr was all original, and it had taken a Herculean effort to get it from abroad. Once back, wherever he went, the car went. He always felt that driving that car made him look magnificent, like a king, so imposing! Whenever the car was idle, he had soone carefully wipe it down.
Now, Lei Dafeng was actually telling him to smash it!
Lei Mingyao was completely unwilling, dragging his feet, and even looked longingly at Bai Xiaosheng, hoping he would speak up and stop this.
Instead, Bai Xiaosheng pulled over a chair that Lei Mingyao had been sitting on, sat down in a bold and relaxed manner, and didn’t even look at him, only gesturing to his father, Lei Dafeng.
The implication was, let’s continue talking.
Lei Dafeng was eager to communicate with Bai Xiaosheng, and seeing his son acting like this over a car really made him furious.
"Get out, go bring the chair back yourself!" Lei Dafeng ordered sternly.
"Also, bring so tea, green tea will do." Bai Xiaosheng said casually.
"Yes, tea too, quickly pour the tea!" Lei Dafeng glared at his son.
"And the car." Bai Xiaosheng added another line.
"Go smash the car!" Lei Dafeng glared at his son and shouted, "Get lost!"
Despite Lei Mingyao being a tyrant outside, acting without restraint, and behaving excessively at ho, it was all with his father’s permission.
Now, with just a stern look from his father, there was no joking around.
Lei Mingyao imdiately slinked away, not daring to make a sound, dejectedly leaving the "tin house."
Standing outside, the more Lei Mingyao thought, the angrier he got. How did he, as a respectable Lei Young, end up having to fetch chairs and serve tea?
Not only that, he also had to personally demolish his beloved vehicle!
Isn’t that infuriating?!
Lei Mingyao’s heart bled as he couldn’t help but grit his teeth in hatred.
But he also knew that at this ti, the family was half in the mire, and whether they could get out depended on outside help.
If soone was willing to take on this ss, that was a lifeline.
How could he dare to cut off his own escape route? How would he enjoy prosperity in the future!
Even if he was willing, his father would beat him to death!
As Lei Mingyao was pondering, a man dressed in a suit, wearing gold-rimd glasses, and with neatly combed hair, ca running over with a big smile and a dirty rag in his hand, a stark contrast to his polished appearance.
The man’s face was actually also covered in a layer of dust, mixed with sweat, creating streaks that made him look like a painted face, completely incongruous with his carefully grood image.
This person was the project manager, a senior manager of Dafeng Jiye.
"Young Lei, I’ve polished your car for you. I did it myself, ensuring not a speck of dust, just like new." The middle-aged man ran up, smiling as if seeking credit.
Lei Mingyao glanced at him.
The middle-aged man, not noticing Lei Mingyao’s odd look, continued to praise, "Good car, truly a good car. I think even in all of Zhongjing, it would be hard to find another car as good as yours. This car is pristine, rugged, and majestic, making all luxury cars pale in comparison. When you drive it out, it’s absolutely eye-catching!"
As the middle-aged man spoke, he didn’t forget to glance back.
In the distance, that Humr, cherished imnsely by its young owner, which he had spent a full two hours carefully polishing to a shine, was parked right there.
This middle-aged man’s behavior and flattery were aid at pleasing Lei Xiaomu. Usually, Young Lei loved hearing it.
"Old Liu, thank you for your hard work." Lei Mingyao raised his hand, patting the middle-aged man’s shoulder, his words and address lacking politeness and courtesy.
The middle-aged project manager, however, took it well, responding gratefully with a smile as he turned back, "It’s my duty, it’s my duty."
"Now, get soone and smash that car for ." Lei Mingyao instructed.
Liu’s smile froze instantly, and he stood there stunned, seemingly unable to comprehend.
Even if he had heard clearly, he couldn’t believe it.
"Young Lei, you, you said what? Smash what?!" Liu asked in shock.
That car, treated with the utmost care daily, previously thought to be Young Lei’s favorite, was now to be smashed!
What was happening?!
"I’ll give you one hour to smash it to pieces. If there’s a single part left intact," Lei Mingyao’s face twisted as he patted Liu’s face nacingly, "I’ll make you eat it!"
With that, Lei Mingyao turned and left. After all, he still needed to serve tea and bring back the chairs himself.
Damn it! Lei Mingyao cursed inwardly.
The tone and deanor he used with Liu was a way to vent his anger.
Unable to express his rage at the people inside, he turned his ire toward soone else.
This Liu was purely unlucky.
At this mont, Liu stood there, eyes wide and jaw dropping to the extent that you could fit an egg in his mouth, watching in disbelief as Lei Mingyao’s figure disappeared into the distance.
"Did I do sothing wrong?"
"Am I being deliberately tested?"
"Is this Young Lei’s idea, or the boss’s?"
"Are we really going to smash it? If we do, what if Young Lei regrets it and cos after ?"
"Is this the company’s way of figuring out how to fire ?"
"This project is such a ss, but it’s not my fault!"
...
Liu was filled with fear, his mind swarming with endless speculations, nearly driving him insane.
Lei Mingyao quickly returned, calling three people to follow him, two carrying chairs and one holding a pot of good tea, along with an entire tea set.
As soon as they returned, their attention was drawn by a commotion on the side.
The people were left staring.
Lei Mingyao, upon seeing it clearly, was also stunned, feeling an instant pang of heartache.
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