Chapter 103: The Show of Force

Vice President Su arrived very late, her mood sour. The matter of personal dignity was one thing, but what truly troubled her was the future of the company. The boss’s support was her stroke of luck; it was rare to find an employer willing to share power—and even decision-making—with a vice president. Su had no intention of leaving the group. As long as there was even a glimmer of hope, she wanted to elevate the company to greater heights.

Chen Aijia did not mistreat her; she promised that once the company’s restructuring was complete, she would redistribute the shares. The ninety-six percent or so previously controlled solely by her would be partially allocated to Vice President Su through a management shareholding scheme—at least a few percentage points. This was a considerable fortune. Su knew that from then on, she would be tightly bound to the company, but if that was the case, it would be like working for herself. It was akin to entrepreneurship, and she longed for the days when she could be her own boss and steer the ship herself.

But could the company even continue to operate?

She had prepared herself for a desperate struggle against Wang Hu and his faction, even writing her final words in a notebook she kept in the car’s trunk.

Yet, the moment she reached the company’s entrance, Vice President Su was taken aback—and then overwhelmed with joy.

The company’s guardian angel had indeed returned; the boss had called him back.

Su vowed never again to challenge anyone named Yang. This man was an absolute maverick within the company, even beyond the boss’s reach. As a mere vice president, what authority did she have over him?

Let them fight it out. After all, the company belonged to Chen Aijia, who in turn belonged to Yang Changfeng. It was all their own business. Why should she, an outsider, take on the role of villain?

Yang Changfeng was confronting every employee.

It wasn't truly a confrontation; rather, he was glaring menacingly at each person entering the building.

Beside him lay a wrench stained with blood, the metallic scent thick in the air.

Each newcomer eyed him warily, puzzled: “Didn’t he fall out with the boss? How is he back?”

The several vice presidents who arrived together were energized, believing that from this day forward, they would hold the reins of the company.

When the HR manager rushed over and shouted, “You’ve been fired! Why are you still here?” Yang Changfeng wasted no words. He swung the wrench, smashing it into the man’s head, blood spraying everywhere.

“Who dares talk to me like that? Where did you get the nerve?” Yang Changfeng stomped on the man’s face. He wore his usual military-grade steel-toed boots—boots that could crush concrete edges, let alone a human face.

Vice President Su was shocked—this was illegal. Yang absolutely could not get into trouble now; they still needed him to deal with Wang Hu.

The other vice presidents quickly scattered, standing at a distance and whispering about Yang Changfeng.

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