Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Later, some people used the phrase "Northern Lin and Southern Yang" to describe the pairing of Lin Ting and Yang Meiyun.

99.99% of people believe that it is better to break Yang Meiyun's taboos than to offend Lin Ting.

Because if you offend Yang Meiyun, the worst that can happen is death.

But if you offend Lin Ting, she will make you wish you were dead.

Today, the veteran thugs who have been "repeatedly executed" are among the first to feel this way.

They had fought with Zhang Erhu before in Shenzhen.

Tiger is fierce; if he can break your leg, he definitely won't just dislocate it.

But now, this smiling man in a suit, supposedly Tiger's cousin, is giving orders—

"That's dislocated, put it back in place, and then do it again."

"He's faking it, who's going to give him a good kick?"

"Why are you calling for your mother when the men are fighting?"

“My boss doesn’t want to hear what you’re saying. Shut up and get beaten.”

Finally, he even took out his camera and took a picture of them.

A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!

However, their opinions were not important. What mattered was that Liang felt this was the first time he had "repeatedly executed" something. He had no prior experience and could only do everything he could think of, then summarize the lessons learned in order to do better next time.

This is the basic quality of a chief secretary!

When the police arrived, they were met with a scene of utter devastation.

"Waaaaah... Officer, help me!"

"Arrest me! Execute me if you want!"

Police officers: "..."

If they remembered correctly, their superiors had ordered them to arrest a group of criminals from out of town.

Why does the person who filed the complaint also have an accent from out of town?

The moment Zhang Liang saw the police car, he shouted "Stop!" Out of inertia, the security guards stopped just as the police officers got out of the car and surrounded them.

Zhang Liang stepped forward and said to the policeman in a thick Northeastern accent, "Officer, these people are causing trouble at our factory."

The police officer was stunned for a while before he came to his senses and asked, "Does your boss have a grudge against them?"

"How could that be? Our boss is a respectable businessman who has always been kind and easygoing. Furthermore, our factory has assisted the police in handling cases on numerous occasions. Wu Fei from the Criminal Investigation Team can testify for us."

"Then why did they travel all the way to your factory to cause trouble?"

This is absolutely not victim-blaming, but a reasonable suspicion—if there wasn't some grudge, who would be so bored as to travel such a long distance to cause trouble at your little factory!

The police wanted Zhang Liang to think it over, but Zhang Liang said, "I'm sorry, I really don't know. Perhaps you should ask them. They're the ones who caused the trouble, so they naturally know the reason best."

That's a cunning and dishonest statement.

But you can't find anything wrong with it.

The police changed the question: "Did you beat these people?"

"It was just normal self-defense; we were very careful."

Proper?

If you're careful enough, you can make them beg and plead to be taken back to the police station.

Do you really know how to write the characters for "discretion"?

The police looked at the people present and noticed something interesting: "Does your factory have so many security guards?"

Zhang Liang said, "We were lucky; it happened right when our day shift and night shift were changing."

"Does your factory have a shift change at noon?"

"Yes, that's right. This is our factory's unique schedule, which is good for physical and mental health."

The police were completely speechless.

He just wants to take this cunning man with him now, hoping to extract a lot of information from him.

……

Lin Ting didn't stay at the hospital in the afternoon; instead, she went to a teahouse.

She read half of the novel before Fang Deliang, shivering with cold, entered the private room.

“Mr. Lin,” Fang Deliang said with an extremely complicated expression, “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Lin Ting closed the book, smiled brightly, and poured him tea from an empty teacup: "Mr. Fang, you've worked hard. Have a cup of tea to warm yourself up."

Fang Deliang shivered involuntarily again.

He sat down opposite Lin Ting, picked up his teacup, and touched his lips with the tea.

Lin asked, "Mr. Fang, why did it take you so long to reply? Were those people too stubborn?"

Fang Deliang looked at her with the eyes of someone looking at a living devil: "No, they're not stubborn at all. They confessed everything before I even asked them."

Lin clicked his tongue and then said, "But this shouldn't be considered a voluntary surrender, right?"

Fang Deliang remained silent.

After a moment, he forced himself to suggest, "Boss Lin, you should be more careful about your actions in the future. The police almost thought there was some kind of local gang up on us, and if I had arrived any later, they would have launched a crackdown."

Interrogating those people wasn't difficult at all; the reason he spent so much time on it was because they were taken directly to the hospital, and bandaging their wounds took quite a bit of effort.

Lin Ting looked completely innocent: "They fell so badly?"

Fang Deliang: "..."

Lin Ting chuckled. She had intended to refill Fang Deliang's tea, but then realized he hadn't drunk any at all.

She poured herself some tea before saying, "Mr. Fang, if I don't beat them up badly, what will happen if no one comes back?"

Fang Deliang's hand paused slightly, and then he understood what Lin Ting meant.

For some people, face is more important than anything else.

Of course, this is mainly because once they do something that makes them lose face, they don't need any external enemies. Their own people will turn against them from within because they feel frustrated following such a person.

Lin Ting's intention was to keep Du Yucheng and his group in check, so that they couldn't back out even if they didn't want to. Even if they knew it wasn't worth it, they would have to bite the bullet and go for it.

"How can you be sure they'll definitely pursue you? After all, you're so far away, the message might not even get back."

Fang Deliang knew that, given Lin Ting's personality, she must have made a plan if she said that.

He was curious about how she planned to arrange things.

"My urgent message has already arrived in Shenzhen," Lin Ting said with a smile. "We'll have results soon."

"An urgent dispatch from 800 li away? You also have a horse farm?"

Lin Ting: "No, it's civil aviation."

Fang Deliang: "..."

……

At 9 p.m., Zhang Liang landed in Shenzhen.

He only brought one heavy suitcase.

This was his first time in the South and his first time on an airplane. He was filled with novelty and excitement, but also a little nervous.

The pretty flight attendant gave him an airline tie clip and even shoved a note with a pager number on it into his hand.

He casually tossed the note into the trash can, then followed the crowd out of the airport, and looked up to see a sign with his name on it.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Liang."

The man holding the board was a young man in his early twenties with dyed blond hair.

Huang Mao immediately put away the board: "Hello, Brother Zhang, my older brother sent me to pick you up!"

"Hello, thank you for your hard work."

Huang Mao offered to help Zhang Liang carry his suitcase, but Zhang Liang refused.

"Brother Zhang, my older brother said we need to take care of business first. I'll take you to see him later, and then I'll find some pretty girls to arrange things for you tonight."

Zhang Liang then remembered the flight attendant who had handed him the phone earlier and immediately shook his head: "No need, absolutely no need!"

It was his first business trip, so he didn't dare to do anything messy.