Chapter 8: The Lowly Security Guard of a Giant Corporation

Security guards? If your security guards were capable of throwing people out, your company could swagger through the Middle East unchecked.

Yang Changfeng curled his lips into a smile and, settling comfortably into the sofa with legs crossed, nodded at Chen Aijia, his tone leisurely and unhurried. “If you’re not afraid of the security guards spreading the news that your illustrious self is already married, I have no objections. However, should a conflict arise, you might end up paying extra in medical expenses for your staff. As long as you don’t mind spending the money, it’s all the same to me.”

Chen Aijia was burning with rage, unable to control her emotions. Ever since she’d encountered this man, nothing good had happened.

Anya hesitated, unsure whether she should really call the security guards up. She treated herself as an insider; even if the matter was personal, she believed she had both the right and the authority to intervene.

“How about you two keep talking, and I go out for a bit?” she suggested, thinking to summon the security guards to wait at the door. If Chen Aijia decided this man had to be thrown out, they’d rush in and handle it.

As for a fight? The company’s security guards weren’t amateurs; they’d all received expensive training from professional agencies and were highly capable. Yang Changfeng didn’t look particularly formidable—if it came down to it, they could deal with him however they pleased.

Chen Aijia pondered for a moment and stopped Anya’s scheme. No matter what, Yang was introduced by an acquaintance; if things turned violent, it would be hard to explain to that acquaintance.

Suddenly, inspiration struck Chen Aijia.

“What is your current job?” She deliberately avoided asking about his past, certain that this idler must be a drifter wasting his days. With a venomous inner sneer, she let her face bloom into a sudden, radiant smile.

Yang Changfeng was taken aback; he knew well that women were masters of changing their faces, but he hadn’t expected the furious Chen Aijia, who seemed ready to ignite the world moments before, to instantly turn gentle and cordial—though the cordiality was loftily bestowed, almost like a benevolent gift from above.

What was she plotting?

Upon careful thought, Yang Changfeng immediately understood.

After all, he’d dealt with cunning enemies on the battlefield, each more devious than the last; many were big bosses, and their craftiness far outstripped Chen Aijia’s. Without such experience, Yang Changfeng would have been destroyed long ago.

This little vixen actually wanted to open the door and invite the thief inside? Did she not understand what it meant to let the wolf into the house?

Yang Changfeng grinned. “What, thinking of offering me a job? That’s wonderful. But I’m quite picky—if the annual salary isn’t at least a hundred thousand, I won’t stay.”

Chen Aijia truly considered it. She noticed Yang Changfeng was poorly dressed, all cheap goods, the whole ensemble worth less than a hundred yuan; clearly, he was in need of money.

Since she couldn’t guard against this lunatic, she’d bring him into the company, subject him to rules and harsh conditions—surely, she could deal with him then.

A hundred thousand a year was nothing; even the company’s regular security guards earned several thousand a month.

“I’ll give you a hundred and fifty thousand a year. If you don’t mind, report to the security department. But,” here she emphasized and tapped the desk for effect, “our company’s regulations are strict. If you want to earn more than others, you’ll need to contribute more and set an example in conduct.”

Yang Changfeng truly needed the money. After years in the army, he hadn’t saved anything. Now, needing to provide for Xu Jie’er, he had to earn more, and was planning to find any job to get by. He hadn’t expected Chen Aijia would dare keep him in her company.

Did she think her company was some sort of dragon’s lair?

Yang Changfeng sneered inwardly, though his face was all smiles, nodding at every word Chen Aijia said.

Anya grew anxious; this man was thick-skinned and impossible to chase away—leaving him would be letting the wolf in.

Chen Aijia halted Anya’s urgent protests with a look telling her to calm down, then addressed Yang Changfeng coldly, “Very well, we can sign the contract separately. You’re new and will be paid as security captain, so the requirements will be stricter. Is that a problem?”

“Not at all,” Yang Changfeng spread his hands, “I suggest you consider even stricter requirements. Of course, you can raise the salary accordingly. I don’t mind you being a wealthy woman, truly.”

Chen Aijia reminded herself repeatedly not to get angry, reciting “Amitabha” seven or eight times before the flames inside her finally died down. But Yang Changfeng’s remark nearly made her snatch up the pen holder and hurl it at him.

If she didn’t smash his face, he’d never understand why the flowers bloom so red.

“Fine, just you wait!” Chen Aijia stood up, intending to draft the contract herself in the lounge.

She couldn’t stay here any longer; with this shameless face present, she felt anger ready to flare up at any moment and realized she could never calmly think with him around.

Yang Changfeng felt a hint of shame—once a king of soldiers, now reduced to this. A single coin can defeat a hero, and this was a hundred and fifty thousand. Chen Aijia’s terms would surely be harsh, but that didn’t matter. He’d returned to the city as a king of soldiers, determined to break every shackle; Chen Aijia’s demands were nothing.

Surveying the opulent office, Yang Changfeng mused that this snobbish little vixen would eventually learn what a true king of soldiers could do.

The lounge behind the office was really Chen Aijia’s second home. When tired of sitting in the office, she’d rest there—and the decor matched her actual home: a small parlor, a small bathroom, a small bedroom. If a bathroom of at least twenty-five square meters counted as “small,” then the term was apt. As soon as she entered, Chen Aijia angrily kicked off her heels, pacing barefoot across the floor several times, then lashed out at the air with a vicious kick as if striking at some unseen adversary.

Imagining the outcome if she’d actually kicked that shameless man outside the door, Chen Aijia felt much better.

“Bring me a copy—no, bring me the security contract and also the sample contract for the highest confidentiality-level technical staff!” Having vented her anger, Chen Aijia flopped into a chair, glared at Anya, who seemed to be suppressing a laugh, and nearly shouted, startling her.

Truly infuriated!

Feeling she ought to stand with Chen Aijia, Anya immediately began downloading the contracts, but a persistent worry gnawed at her.

Could a mere employee contract really restrain that shameless man?

Would it be letting the wolf into the house?

From that moment on, this anxiety never left Anya.