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Chapter 16 Impotent Rage?

Zhou Lang was about to start the vehicle and return to the park campsite.

Just then, a girl waved from outside the car window.

Zhou Lang glanced at her. The girl was in her early twenties, with blue-dyed hair, wearing a strapless tank top and denim shorts, and had a belly button piercing.

"Hey there, buddy! You and your car are so cool, can we get to know each other?"

Zhou Lang didn't like this type, so he turned his head to show her that there were already three girls sitting in the car: a mature career woman, a lively young girl, and a pure and innocent college girl.

The blue-haired girl waved her phone, refusing to give up: "What's the big deal? We're just getting to know each other."

"We're eager to meet our friends."

Zhou Lang rolled up the car window and drove away, watching the blue-haired girl's slightly disappointed gaze.

Michelle raised her eyebrows at him repeatedly from the passenger seat: "I didn't realize Director Zhou was so charming. There are three goalkeepers in the car, and there's still a girl trying to score a goal."

In the back seat, Tian Wei whispered with a hint of sourness, "After all, it's an RS6. Even if you have the money, you might not be willing to buy a car like that."

"Oh? Little Vivi, is there anything else about this car?"

"Because it costs more than 140 million yuan, people with that budget for buying a car basically buy cars like the Porsche Panamera or Maybach."

After checking Doubao and Yuanbao's information, Tian Wei said with certainty, "Only about 100 RS6s are sold in China every year, sometimes less than 10 in a month. So people who buy RS6s probably own more than one or two luxury cars."

As Zhou Lang drove, he suppressed a laugh: "Indeed, most cars with sky-high online popularity are like this—they generate a lot of buzz online, but their actual sales are dismal."

The main selling point is "I recommend you buy it, but I don't actually buy it myself."

On the way back, Zhou Lang chatted with the three girls.

Naturally, the conversation turned to Shen Wanrou.

"Sister-in-law, are you sure you're getting a divorce now?"

"Yes, it will take some time before we can get the divorce certificate."

Tian Wei squeezed Shen Wanrou's hand: "I don't think I need to say anything to comfort you, sister-in-law. When other couples get divorced, people might try to persuade them. But for you, sister-in-law, this is a good thing. Be happy these next few days and relax."

Shen Wanrou patted the back of her sister-in-law Tian Wei's hand: "We've been separated for so long, it's practically the same as being divorced. From now on, I'll still visit Mom and you often, just like before. Weiwei, you won't mind, will you?"

"How could that be? Sister-in-law, of course you're welcome!"

"Okay, that's good."

Michelle shook her head as she listened: "Xiao Weiwei, your brother really had a perfect start, but he played a great hand terribly."

Tian Wei lowered her gaze, her expression darkening: "Who says otherwise..."

As they launched into their rants about Tian Wenming, Zhou Lang overheard some of it.

Wu Daxing and Tian Wenming, this father and son, can be described as local bullies in Feichi Power Technology Company.

Even without high salaries, they have still made a seven-figure sum through illicit activities over the years.

During their "peak period," the father and son lived in a villa worth several million yuan, and also owned four or five vacant properties. They won or lost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan playing cards and mahjong.

However, his good fortune didn't last long. First, Wu Daxing trusted a so-called friend's "investment" and handed over his money to an outsider for lending. As a result, the outsider ran away with the money, leaving him penniless.

Then, Tian Wenming's greed swelled up. He was confident that he was a genius at playing with virtual currency. After he leveraged his account and was liquidated, he lost his house and car and was left with a huge debt.

So, Zhou Lang, who was originally supposed to be the office director on temporary assignment, earned about 1000 yuan more per month, while Tian Wenming already had a salary of 20,000 yuan, still kept this small piece of meat in his mouth.

Instead of enjoying a good life, he lived a material life that many people dream of, but because of his own foolishness, he has fallen into poverty.

The reason why the father and son have been frequently visiting Tian Wei's mother lately is that they want to borrow money to plug their debt hole.

"There's not much property to divide."

"I've had bad luck with men," Shen Wanrou sighed softly. "All the money I've saved over the years, along with the dowry and bride price from our wedding, were gambled away by him without my knowledge."

"We signed a mediation agreement, and he will pay me 10,000 yuan every month until the debt is fully repaid."

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At this very moment, inside Feichi Power Technology Company.

Tian Wenming sat in his empty office; all his subordinates had taken leave and gone to give...

Even though it's Saturday, there's no work at the company.

But he was all alone in the office, and couldn't even find someone to serve him tea or pour him water.

We couldn't gather enough people to reimburse lunch and dinner, so we had to order takeout.

Tian Wenming paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, feeling increasingly choked up, his face gradually turning red.

He strode over to the general manager's office next door, pushed open the door, and entered: "Dad—"

Wu Daxing was scrolling through short dramas about middle-aged women's revenge in the imperial palace on Douyin when he looked up with dissatisfaction: "How many times have I told you, address people by their job titles in the company!"

"President Wu!" Tian Wenming was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder. "We're almost out of employees!"

He opened a colleague's WeChat Moments, and his chest heaved violently, like a balloon being inflated.

"It's a Saturday, and instead of working overtime, they all took the day off to go out and have fun!"

"What are you shouting for?"

Wu Daxing glared at his son, then pointed to the sofa and told him to sit down.

"Mr. Wu, Zhou Lang is really outrageous. He takes the lead in having weekends off and leaves work on time every day, and that's already bad enough."

Veins bulged on Tian Wenming's forehead: "Now, influenced and incited by him, even more people in the company are following suit and not working overtime!"

Wu Daxing took out a cigarette and rubbed it in his hand.

After waiting a while, seeing that his son didn't seem inclined to light his cigarette for him, he coughed awkwardly and lit it himself.

"Let's leave it at that. If we really make a big fuss, we won't be in the right."

Wu Daxing said with a headache, "The fact that they didn't send several letters of complaint to headquarters before they resigned is already a sign of leniency."

Tian Wenming was about to say something when he suddenly saw that his colleague's WeChat Moments had been refreshed again.

He clicked on the image to enlarge it, and became even more furious, turning around and storming out of the office.

Holding his breath, Tian Wenming stared intently at the post on his WeChat Moments in the corridor, his gaze almost piercing through the phone.

"How did Ling Yuanyuan end up hanging out with Zhou Lang?!"

What broke his guard wasn't anything else, but the rich woman he was willing to offend his wife to please, who was cold to him but warm to Zhou Lang.

In the photo, Ling Yuanyuan, dressed in a hot leather skirt and black stockings, is sharing potato chips with Zhou Lang.

She was aloof and conservative in front of him, but when she was playing with Zhou Lang in private, she would wear anything for him to see.

Blanch!

"Why should I?!"

Tian Wenming punched the wall.

The next second, a sharp pain shot through his hand, making him wince and grimace.

Impotent rage. He brought this phrase to life with remarkable vividness...