Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1746 I paid money just to have you cause me trouble.

No sooner had Big Secret left than Jiang Jianming called.

After glancing at the phone, Jiang Cheng immediately answered and said, "Dad, how are you over there? Tibet is at a high altitude, are you feeling alright?"

"Everything's fine, don't worry. The work schedule isn't too tight, and I'm adapting well," Jiang Jianming replied on the other end of the phone, his tone carrying a hint of relief at his son's concern. But he quickly changed the subject: "Your people have left, so everything should be alright now, right?"

Jiang Cheng paused for a few seconds before replying somewhat helplessly, "Dad...you could have just been more direct..."

Besides the security team, the other people with badges guarding the area around his courtyard house were naturally his great-grandfather's people.

Therefore, he could not hide from his own family what people he met and what he did in Kyoto.

Jiang Cheng didn't pay attention to this.

Jiang Jianming chuckled, "You think you can believe me if I pretend I don't know anything? I just want to ask you about the Jiangtai Group."

"You mean Wang Wei's matter?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Jianming was silent for a while before continuing, "I told you before that you could handle the company's affairs, but Wang Wei, apart from having some minor issues, is a good person, especially when the company was first established."

Jiang Cheng remained silent, waiting for his father to continue: "Back then, you were still young. I only had 200,000 yuan in my account, which wasn't even enough for the initial payments. We had to pay bank loans every month. In the early stages of the business, Wang Wei paid me his entire six-month salary... Actually, he was very kind at first, and I was grateful to him..."

Jiang Cheng understood his father's meaning; after all, his father was a brother who had accompanied him in starting the business.

Even when his brother developed some minor problems after the company grew big, Jiang Jianming turned a blind eye.

Jiang Jianming has treated Wang Wei very well over the years, not only paying him an annual salary of over 500,000 yuan, but also giving him year-end bonuses starting at 100,000 yuan most of the time.

Jiang Jianming's tone softened a bit as he continued, "So I thought I'd talk to Wang Wei myself this time. After all these years, he might be more receptive to what I say. If he's willing to understand, recognize the situation, and get back to his place... son, I hope you can give him another chance and treat him kindly in the future."

He paused, a barely perceptible sigh in his voice: "Of course, if he remains obstinate and still can't grasp the bigger picture, then I won't get involved anymore. You can handle it however you want; Dad will not interfere."

Actually, Jiang Cheng still felt a little sorry for his father.

Although Qiu Zheng, her childhood friend, is now also in Kyoto, there is still a lot of calculation between them, in addition to the friendship they had when they were young.

The partners who started the business together in their youth are now tearing each other apart over interests.

Jiang Cheng held his phone, his gaze fixed on the quiet courtyard outside the window.

He could hear the sentimentality and helplessness in his father's words, and he understood that this was the last bit of leniency his father could offer for Wang Wei.

He gave a soft "hmm," his tone calm and resolute: "Dad, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, as long as Uncle Wang can figure things out himself, I won't go to extremes. I will give him the dignity he deserves."

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Jiang Jianming let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, then that's settled."

Meanwhile, in a secluded suite at a private club in Changsha.

The air was filled with the smell of expensive cigars and strong alcohol, mixed with a hint of sweet perfume and a scent of desire.

Wang Wei, his robe half-open, chest heaving, stared menacingly at the young girl curled up on the luxurious carpet.

The girl's clothes were disheveled, and there were several obvious red marks on her exposed skin. She was sobbing softly.

"What are you crying for? Are you always this dramatic when you're eating at other people's expense?" Wang Wei grabbed his wine glass in annoyance and took a swig.

The strong liquor burned his throat, but it couldn't quell the rage in his heart. "Did I pay you to come here and annoy me?"

The scene in the conference room yesterday was like a brand of shame etched into his heart.

He has been venting his anger since yesterday.

Jiang Cheng, that kid, with two young men who haven't even grown up yet, so easily took away the power he had worked so hard for over the years.

The gazes of those fickle observers around him were a mix of sympathy, mockery, and even a urging to him to step forward.

But all he could manage was a forced smile, spouting nonsense about "firm support"!

He hasn't yet vented his anger.

So now the burden can only be shifted to the weaker party.

Half-drunk and half-awake, he suddenly stood up, grabbed the girl's hair, and forced her to look up.

His face was filled with undisguised ferocity: "Who are you trying to fool with that deadpan face? You took the money, so you should behave yourself, right? You don't want to live anymore?!"

The girl winced in pain, fear flashing in her eyes, but more so a humiliated anger.

Damn it, Wang Wei didn't order her last night.

The girl had been tormented by him since last night until this morning.

I couldn't resist and ran away, so they brought her back.

After a night of smoking, drinking, and spitting everywhere, Wang Wei spent his time smoking and drinking.

He even vented his anger on another person and then didn't take a shower.

He smelled terrible.

How do you expect her to smile?

She struggled, her voice trembling with tears: "You...you can't do this..."

"What can I do?" Wang Wei sneered, raising his other hand. "It's my right to spend money! What are you pretending for? You think I stink? Well, you'll have to put up with it. If I see you spit again, I'll torture you later..."

Hearing this, the girl looked at the red and purple welts on her body from the whipping, and although she felt hatred, she dared not speak.

"I'll eat it. I won't throw up again... Please don't hit me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone on the coffee table beside him began to vibrate violently without warning, like a death warrant. The cold light emitted from the screen was particularly glaring in the dim and decadent room.

Wang Wei's movements suddenly froze. He glanced at it with extreme impatience, preparing to press the button directly.

But when the three words "Jiang Jianming" were clearly displayed on the screen, the violence and arrogance on his face instantly froze.

Then, like a receding tide, it was replaced by a sudden sense of panic and disbelief.

Jiang Jianming?!

Why did he suddenly call?

A chilling sensation, as if an invisible hand were gripping my throat, instantly swept over my entire body.

His heart pounded as he thought about the "dirt" he had secretly prepared and his plan to undermine his opponent's efforts.

I instantly felt like I'd been caught red-handed.

Seeing Wang Wei's expression, the girl who was still sobbing on the ground forgot to cry for a moment and put her eyes on the phone on the table.

The phone was still vibrating stubbornly, its buzzing sound particularly jarring in the quiet suite, each vibration like a hammer blow to his heart.

Wang Wei took a deep breath, as if trying his best to dispel the panic of that moment.

He then abruptly released his grip on the girl's hair, even with a hint of barely perceptible roughness, and shoved her aside, growling, "Get out of here! Don't make a sound!"

After speaking, he straightened his open bathrobe, tried to calm his breathing, and then, with slightly trembling fingers, swiped to answer the call and put the phone to his ear.

Almost simultaneously, a smile appeared on his face that was completely different from his previous one, one that was respectful and even a little obsequious.

The voice was deliberately made soft and warm.

It was as if the violent man from before had never existed:

"Hello? Brother Jiang!"