Since I've Offended You, Let's Go All the Way (Seeking Collection)

Fang Bai said calmly, "You should tell your wife about Zhang Qian first."

"No way, my wife would definitely come after me."

Wang Hengli's first reaction was strong resistance. His wife was fierce—if things went wrong, she'd skin him alive.

Was he joking?

That would be asking for trouble.

He'd rather die than confess!

Bro, you've got it wrong, right?

You wouldn't screw me over like this, would you?

Fang Bai gave a cold laugh. "You think if you don't tell her, she won't know you've got a mistress on the side? You can't even satisfy her at home, you're often out at night—what else would it be but keeping a lover? She just doesn't have proof yet.

When the time's right, that pretty boy will definitely spill the beans about your mistress to your wife, making you too distracted to handle anything else. Then you... heh."

Wang Hengli initially thought Fang Bai was setting him up, but hearing this analysis, it made a lot of sense. He'd misunderstood, and the more he listened, the angrier he got.

He cursed under his breath: Damn that pretty boy!

Torn and hesitant, he hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind. "Bro Fang, go on."

Seeing Fang Bai's teacup was empty, he personally refilled it.

Fang Bai saw he was listening and took his time, sipping the tea first to moisten his throat, then tapping the tea table with his left index finger. "First, buy your wife some gifts to make her happy, then have a good time tonight.

When the moment's right, repent and cry, say you messed up—that you were tricked into losing money, got drunk and seduced once, and they've got leverage on you.

Put on a show with emotion and drama, go all in. Better yet, slap yourself a few times. Act more pained and miserable than your wife, and try to earn her forgiveness.

Family scandals shouldn't be aired out. I believe your wife will see reason.

As for intel on Zhang Qian and that pretty boy, I'll keep digging for you. I'll have the full picture within two days at the latest.

Don't go confront Zhang Qian now—it's useless. She might be about to tell your wife anyway.

Even if she hasn't said anything, once you question her, she'll be on guard. I don't need to explain why you shouldn't tip your hand, right?

Don't think about using the underworld to deal with those two. You've worked hard to get where you are now. Once you get tangled up with gangsters, it's hard to break free—they're a bottomless pit.

As for tax evasion, let me give you a heads-up.

If the evaded amount is over 30% of what's owed and exceeds ten thousand yuan, you're looking at three to seven years in prison and a fine of one to five times the evaded amount.

From what I've heard, your situation falls in that range.

Of course, if you voluntarily report the missed, underreported, or incorrectly reported taxes in time, the tax authorities might go easy on you, reduce the fine, and keep you out of jail.

On this point, I doubt I can convince you. You think everyone's taking the same risk, and even if someone reports you, the authorities probably won't come knocking. So I won't push it—you decide for yourself."

From Wang Hengli's mindset, Fang Bai knew he was unlikely to voluntarily pay the underreported taxes. This kind of person wouldn't cut his losses until he'd been burned, thinking all his peers did the same.

Wang Hengli felt Fang Bai's analysis was spot-on—his mind was sharp, and he knew tax law inside out, seeing right through his thoughts. He didn't seem like a young man at all. Grateful from the heart, Wang Hengli cupped his fists. "Thanks, Bro Fang. Once this is settled, I'll make sure to thank you properly!"

Seeing he was reluctant to part with money, Fang Bai rolled his eyes. "I spent a couple thousand on treating my finger, and I'm short on cash. You can't expect me to work for you without some expense money, right? I need to grease some palms.

Sometimes your head's just not screwed on straight. You won't spend when you should, but you're generous with women."

Wang Hengli gave an awkward laugh. "That's my fault."

After speaking, he turned around, opened the safe, and pulled out a stack of cash, handing it to Fang Bai. "This three thousand is compensation for your medical bills and emotional distress, and two thousand is expense money.

I don't have much cash on hand—some of it's needed for company operations.

As for your salary, I'll talk to the accountant. Come settle it whenever you're free.

I hope you'll keep working at my company. I'll make sure the pay satisfies you."

Fang Bai calmly took the money, asked for a file folder, and put it inside.

He hadn't expected Wang Hengli to be so generous. He'd thought getting back one or two thousand would be great.

As for working there, Fang Bai had no intention of staying.

That measly hundred-or-so salary—he'd take it if he could, and forget it if not.

If he'd tried to get the money through normal channels, even if he succeeded, Wang Hengli would hold a grudge, which wouldn't help his next move.

Fang Bai pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, grabbed a pen from the desk, and wrote a few lines with his left hand.

He could write with either hand, but he was used to his right. In his past life, after injuring his right hand, he'd switched to his left. Now, though he lacked the muscle memory from before, he'd been practicing for two weeks since the surgery and was mostly used to it.

In fact, two weeks had passed since the operation. With the Golden Finger boosting recovery by 20%, it was about the same as a year of normal healing.

His right hand could barely write, but it was inconvenient—after all, the breaks were in the middle and distal phalanges, not the whole hand or finger. If it had been the thumb, that would've been a real loss.

After writing, he handed it to Wang Hengli to sign. "Please sign and stamp it with the company seal, Manager Wang, so I can explain where the money came from."

Wang Hengli was a bit suspicious. He took the paper and read it: "This settles the company employee Fang Bai's medical and nutrition expenses totaling five thousand yuan (5000.00). General Manager: (signature, company seal); Date..."

After a moment's thought, he said, "Bro Fang, you're thorough. This way, I can account for the spending to my wife."

He quickly signed, pressed his fingerprint, stamped it, and handed it back to Fang Bai.

Fang Bai smiled, took the note, checked it was fine, folded it, and put it in his pocket. At the end of the day, he was still wary of Wang Hengli accusing him of extortion.

Besides, Fang Bai could easily explain where the money came from—five thousand yuan was a huge sum after all.

In truth, Wang Hengli had been insincere. This was what he'd actually been thinking:

[This Fang Bai is sharp-witted and smooth-tongued. If I can take him on, he'd be great for sales, and he could help me brainstorm ideas too—all to my advantage. On the other hand, I'm afraid he might blabber around.]

[Five thousand yuan is no small amount. Damn, losing that much at once stings a bit. But if this matter isn't handled properly, the trouble will be even bigger. I don't know if Fang Bai can solve it, but I'll treat it like a gamble. Hope this guy gets things done cleanly after taking the money and keeps his mouth shut.]

[Shit, this Fang Bai is cunning as hell—writing off the action costs as medical expenses. You don't see many young people like him.]

Fang Bai knew everything Wang Hengli was thinking. After pocketing the money, he said, "Don't worry, I've got it under control. I'll act tonight. There's one more thing I need your help with—the dorm manager threw away my clothes and bedding. I'm pissed!"

As he spoke, he put on a face that said he meant business.

"That's easy to handle. I'll take care of it right now!" Wang Hengli saw Fang Bai's expression and understood that this young man was sly. If he didn't help him out, he probably wouldn't put much effort into the job.

Fang Bai watched Wang Hengli stand up, grab his Big Brother phone, and waddle out of the office with his big belly. He followed close behind.

A moment later, the two arrived at the Human Resources Department on the first floor.

The HR department had four employees, including the dorm manager, Luo Xiang, a middle-aged man in his forties.

Everyone looked up, curious, as the boss stormed in with a young man trailing behind him.

At that moment, Wang Hengli walked up to Luo Xiang and demanded, "Luo Xiang, did you throw away Fang Bai's clothes and bedding?"

Luo Xiang was stunned by the question. Not daring to meet his boss's fiery gaze, he answered honestly, "Boss, you mean that new employee with the broken finger? I figured he wasn't coming back to work, so I cleared his stuff out and made room for a new hire."

Hearing this, Wang Hengli—already fuming over the day's mess and with no one else to vent on—found an outlet. He slapped Luo Xiang across the face. "Watch your mouth! Is that how you do things? You toss someone's belongings without asking if they agreed? Who said Fang Bai was quitting? He's one of our good employees, and he's standing right here. Now apologize and compensate him, and get his forgiveness—or pack your own stuff and get lost!"

Luo Xiang was seething from the sudden slap but dared not fight back—one wrong move and he'd lose his job. What infuriated him was that the boss was making him apologize and pay compensation to Fang Bai!

How could this be?

Was Fang Bai the boss's relative?

No way—they'd checked all the employees connected to the boss.

Only then did everyone notice the young man standing to the right of the boss's hand.

It really was Fang Bai!

He'd changed so much!

With the obvious scar on his right hand, it had to be him.

Luo Xiang sized up the boss's stance and figured that if he didn't apologize and pay up today, he'd really be packing his bags. Weighing the pros and cons, he said to Fang Bai, "I'm sorry, Fang Bai. I'll compensate you for your losses."

Fang Bai saw his lack of sincerity and gave a faint smile. "The clothes and bedding aren't worth much—maybe a few dozen yuan total. But I had an old Jade Heirloom from an elder in my clothes, which is pretty valuable. Tell you what, I won't rip you off. Let's call it 300 yuan total. Or you can try to find that Jade Heirloom of mine and just pay for the clothes and bedding."

He couldn't afford to be polite with someone like this—a bully who cowered before the strong. If Fang Bai let it slide, the guy would probably come after him later.

The more someone could swallow their pride, the less they should be underestimated, even if they were a nobody.

So since he'd already made an enemy, he might as well go all the way.

Three hundred yuan was probably three months' salary for him—enough to make him sweat.

If he asked for too much, it might be harder to get.

Hearing the demand for 300 yuan, everyone in the room stared at Fang Bai in surprise. It was obvious he was shaking him down, even though he claimed he wasn't.

Even Wang Hengli had to admire Fang Bai—the amount was just right, not too much or too little, at least within the guy's tolerance.

Luo Xiang gritted his teeth, wishing he could bite a chunk out of Fang Bai.

But after a moment's thought, he swallowed his pride. "Fine, but I only have a little over a hundred yuan on me."

"No problem. You can take an advance or borrow from your coworkers. I'm sure Manager Wang will approve it." Fang Bai kept that same smile. "I'll wait here."

"That's fine. If he can't borrow it, he can get an advance from finance." Wang Hengli waved his hand, signaling Luo Xiang to hurry up and find the money.

A few minutes later, Luo Xiang handed 300 yuan to Fang Bai.

"This is your compensation to me, not extortion. We're square now."

Fang Bai said flatly, took the money with satisfaction, and left the HR department with Wang Hengli.

As they walked out of Hengli Company, Fang Bai gave Wang Hengli a meaningful look. "Manager Wang, your company's been losing precious metals a lot. I suggest you look into Luo Xiang. I'd recommend having someone stake out the warehouse tonight. Luo Xiang just took a big hit—he'll definitely want to make up for it somewhere else."

A worker earning just over a hundred bucks a month, without borrowing money, just going back to his dorm, can quickly pull out three hundred—doesn't that make you wonder?"

Fang Bai dared to swindle the Dorm Manager's money, and on top of that, this was the kind of person who could hold back and endure. You don't want to offend someone like that lightly.

So, if he didn't use a borrowed knife to kill and send him to prison, Fang Bai wouldn't sleep soundly at night.

Luo Xiang's theft of the company's precious metals wasn't discovered until a year later. Fang Bai had learned about it in his past life when he was drinking with Old Master, who told him.

After Fang Bai explained it, Wang Hengli, though still a bit skeptical, found it highly credible and said gratefully, "Alright, thanks for the heads-up, Brother Fang. No wonder I felt the material counts didn't add up.

That bastard!

If this is true, I'll make damn sure he rots in jail!"

Fang Bai smiled, waved his hand, and left Hengli Company.

Wang Hengli watched him go, feeling there was something unusual about this young man.

He turned back to his office and arranged for two trusted men to investigate that night, then planned to head home himself.

But the thought of confessing everything to his wife gave him a headache.

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