diskusbooks Chapter 136 Get the hell out of my way!
Chapter 136 Get the hell out of my way!
"Chen Feng... I underestimated you. I never imagined that a cook like you would have such powerful connections."
Su Ang took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart, his eyes turning cold.
"In this round, I, Su Ang, have lost. I admit defeat."
He slowly straightened up, straightened his slightly wrinkled suit collar, and stared intently at the old street outside the window.
Even Su Ang himself was unaware of this at the time.
All his initial schemes were simply to force his disobedient younger brother, Su Chen, back to his home and, incidentally, save face for the Su family.
But now, his goal has changed from "calling Su Chen back" to a full-blown contest with Chen Feng.
"Cooking skills and business management, right..." Su Ang clenched his fists tightly.
"We'll see. It's all about capital and traffic. I don't believe I can't beat you in my area of expertise."
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The true and false information on the internet continues to spread wildly in various circles in the south of the city at an alarming rate.
Although many of the tweets Lin Muyuan posted were gradually suppressed by the Su Group's public relations department with a large amount of money.
But those truly well-informed local middle and upper management who had made a name for themselves in various industries had already sensed a chilling, bloody atmosphere in the aftermath.
"Have you heard? Su Ang personally gave a death order to shut down that little restaurant, but everyone else was fine, while his own major project in the capital was forcibly halted this afternoon."
"My God... This isn't just kicking a nut, it's like kicking an atomic bomb!!"
"Just what kind of powerful background does that chef named Chen Feng have? Even the Su family, who are local tyrants in our south of the city, were slapped across the face by him from afar, and didn't dare to utter a single word?"
Amidst these unverified and private speculations, many well-connected individuals began frantically searching for the name "Chen Feng" across various systems and industry intranets.
The results were as clean as a blank sheet of paper – apart from normal employment registration and local residency information, the rest of the core resume was locked away by layers of high-level confidentiality, making it impossible to find.
The inability to find it makes it all the more terrifying.
This shock quickly spread along the intricate commercial chains of the southern part of the city, in an extremely bizarre way, all the way to a large commercial complex construction site in the southern suburbs.
At 4:30 p.m., it was the hottest and most unbearable time on the construction site.
The roar of the pile driver was deafening, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of cement dust and scalding asphalt.
"Zhang Qiang! You fucking get your hands dirty!!"
If that truckload of rebar is unloaded slowly, it will delay the subsequent pouring, and the whole team will have to stay up all night with you tonight!
A portly construction foreman was standing under scaffolding, holding an aluminum megaphone, yelling and cursing at a figure amidst the swirling dust.
The tone was like scolding a child, showing absolutely no regard for human dignity.
Zhang Qiang's camouflage uniform was already soaked with sweat and stuck to his back.
Zhang Qiang didn't even blink while listening to the foreman's shouts and curses.
He gripped a heavy bundle of rebar, and with a sudden burst of strength, he hoisted the hundreds of pounds of steel onto his shoulders. He then strode confidently toward the unloading area.
Zhang Qiang is one of the best workers on the construction site; he is honest and hardworking and never slacks off.
But because he didn't know how to flatter or fawn, he had suffered a lot of bullying and deductions from these small foremen and junior managers on the construction site.
He was never given the easy or light jobs; the dirtiest, most tiring, and most dangerous work was always the first one he, Zhang Qiang, would take on.
"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang!! Oh dear, please put this steel bar down! How can you carry this all by yourself?!"
Suddenly, a panicked shout came from the other end of the construction passage without warning.
Zhang Qiang, with steel bars on his shoulder, turned his head with some confusion.
Qian Fugui, the general contractor of the construction site and the project manager who usually didn't even give a second glance to these peasants, was now leading two assistants, stumbling and scrambling along the muddy path, rushing over in a great hurry.
Just ten minutes ago, Qian Fugui received a call from his friend Zhao Dayou.
Zhao Dayou described the events that happened in the old street in great detail over the phone, and subtly hinted at something:
"Old Qian, that guy Zhang Qiang at your construction site is Mr. Chen's sworn brother."
You know what happened today. From now on, you're on your own to figure out what to do.
Qian Fugui was so frightened that he spilled the tea in his hand onto his crotch. Without even wiping his pants, he grabbed his assistant and ran wildly toward the construction site.
"Manager Qian?"
The foreman in the red hat, upon seeing the big boss arrive in person, hurriedly ran over, his face beaming with a fawning smile.
"Manager Qian, why did you personally come to the site today?"
"Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on Zhang Qiang. He'll unload all the steel bars tonight, no delays whatsoever..."
"Get the hell out of my way!!"
At this moment, Qian Fugui was so anxious that his eyes were blazing with anger. He shoved the foreman who was blocking his way away and quickly walked up to Zhang Qiang.
Seeing the heavy steel bars on Zhang Qiang's shoulders, Qian Fugui's eyelids twitched violently twice.
Although he really wanted to befriend this tough guy with powerful connections, he knew that the man who had risen to his current position in the business world was a cunning and shrewd person.
He knew it all too well.
People like Chen Feng, who run their shops in calm and collected places, are most disgusted by those sycophantic, obsequious, and servile people who fawn over others from the moment they arrive.
If I make my actions too obvious or abrupt at this moment, not only will I fail to befriend Zhang Qiang, but I will also arouse his vigilance and disgust.
If Zhang Qiang were to go back and tell Chen Feng about this, then Qian Fugui's good days would truly be over.
The best approach is to eliminate all of Zhang Qiang's troubles and grievances discreetly and quietly, without alerting Chen Feng, and then use the best resources to forge a good relationship with the Buddha in the old street.
"Brother Zhang Qiang, hurry up, put the steel bar down first, don't let it fall on your foot."
Qian Fugui forced a comical smile onto his face.
He didn't act like a big boss at all, handing over a bottle of chilled mineral water that had just been taken out of the refrigerator, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.
"Today, the general contractor adjusted the construction plan. After a comprehensive assessment by our safety team, we believe that Brother Qiang's technical skills and physical condition are the most stable for the subsequent high-altitude pouring operations."
From now on, the positions of "Chief Safety Inspector" and "Technical Advisor" for this on-site team will be handed over to you.
Starting tomorrow, you won't be doing all that hard labor unloading down there anymore. You can go to the office and oversee things, mentoring the new employees.