Throw Him Out

Dai Rongsheng was not entirely heartless. He gave Zhong Qingrong a chance, but it was a cruel one. In that instant, Zhong seemed to hear Zhang Yang's words again.

"Don't get cocky, kid. When you start crying, don't go dropping to your knees."

The words echoed in Zhong Qingrong's ears, reminding him again and again that his moment of humiliation had come.

Zhong Qingrong was not an evil man, at least not yet. Even so, arrogance had consequences, and his had arrived quickly.

As he considered Dai Rongsheng's reaction, Zhong Qingrong finally grew afraid. If even Dai feared Zhang Yang, how could Zhong afford to offend him?

"Boss, I'll go make things right for you." Zhong Qingrong turned and hurried out of the Manager's Office.

Zhang Yang still had his hands in his pockets as he strolled around the sports coupe. He liked the car and was sure others would too.

"Mr. Zhang..."

That familiar voice sounded beside him again. Zhang Yang had not forgotten it; he was not the forgetful sort.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry. I failed to recognize who you were and offended you."

Zhong Qingrong bowed and scraped, his manner utterly changed. His arrogance had vanished, replaced by a broad smile that was as laughable as it was hateful.

Zhang Yang turned to look at him. This was the same senior who had been so arrogant moments ago, the one who had looked down on Zhang Yang.

He studied Zhong Qingrong as if he were a joke.

Noticing Zhang Yang's strange gaze, Zhong Qingrong felt so ashamed he wanted the ground to swallow him. But this manager's position had been hard to come by. What was a little humiliation compared with losing it?

"What use are eyes that can't see?" Zhang Yang sneered. People like Zhong were