"What... what is this?"
Everyone, including Wang Yu, was stunned by Ding Jianwei's display.
Beneath the ordinary, oil-stained, and dirty work clothes of a common laborer, rows upon rows of commendation medals were neatly arranged!
These medals clearly bore the marks of many years, showing various signs of damage and age. Yet, without exception, they were all wiped clean and meticulously pinned onto Ding Jianwei's inner garment, forming a dense cluster that resembled a honeycomb at first glance!
"You... who exactly are you?"
The bald, chubby man was completely dumbfounded. Even an idiot could tell he had provoked someone he shouldn't have.
Even though he couldn't understand the meaning of these medals, the sight of so many high-ranking ones suggested that each one represented a history of life-or-death struggles, of marching through fire and water!
"Wait, he said he's from Institute 367!"
One of the other two bald, chubby men suddenly realized and his face contorted in shock.
"Old Wei, this is someone we cannot afford to offend! Institute 367 was originally a military factory, and its director enjoys the same treatment as our governing officials! It's said he refused a promotion because he couldn't bear to leave the disabled personnel at the factory, otherwise, he would have long ago achieved great success!
In short... this person, you absolutely cannot provoke, cannot speak ill of!"
Listening to his companion's explanation, the chubby man named Wei's face turned ashen. He looked at Ding Jianwei standing before him, his heart filled with grievances.
Why would a big shot like you dress and act so low-key, like a poor laid-off worker?
If that were all, it would be one thing, but you're following behind Wang Yu, a young man with no background, acting like his subordinate, as if you take orders from him. Have you no shame?
Ding Jianwei looked at them with cold disgust. He clearly wasn't aware of their inner thoughts, but undoubtedly, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
We aren't stealing or robbing. We earn our living honestly with our own hands, supporting a group of disabled brothers. Who are we bothering?
If you had the ability to provide stable and abundant meals for your brothers like Wang Yu does, what right would you have to talk about face? Can face be eaten?
"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry, Director Ding!"
The chubby man Wei and his two companions hastily bowed and apologized to Ding Jianwei.
They deeply apologized for their earlier rudeness. As for demanding compensation from Wang Yu, that was now a joke, a mere jest, and they hoped Director Ding Jianwei wouldn't take it to heart...
A string of pleading and flattering words filled Ding Jianwei with utter revulsion.
"Stop the nonsense and get out!"
With a pointed finger, Ding Jianwei said coldly, "And from now on, do not use any underhanded tactics against Wang Yu!"
"Yes, sir, yes, sir!"
"Certainly, certainly!"
"We're leaving now, leaving now!"
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The three men hurriedly agreed, bowing and saluting repeatedly as they turned to leave.
"Director Wei, how can you just leave like this?"
Song Yi, seeing his hired help and backing about to depart, was unwilling and quickly spoke up.
"When you came just now, you said it's not acceptable for anyone to hit people, no matter who they are. You... ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, Song Yi was slapped again, his words abruptly cut off.
The one who struck him was none other than the chubby man who called himself a director.
Wang Yu had slapped him on the left earlier; this time, he slapped the right, giving Song Yi a symmetrical injury.
"Who told you to call me by my title? No, do I even know you?"
The chubby man Wei turned on Song Yi. "I don't know you at all. I warn you, if you dare to say anything more about those strong individuals who are slightly incomplete... cough cough! I mean, if you dare to speak ill of them again, don't blame me for being harsh!
Believe it or not, tomorrow your company will be forced to close down due to certain irresistible factors!"
He repeated the threat he had made to Wang Yu directly onto Song Yi. Before Song Yi could recover, these three individuals, who didn't even dare to reveal their specific positions, fled as fast as they could.
"You... I..."
Song Yi held his swollen cheeks with both hands, his face resembling a pig's head carried home from the market.
"Wang Yu, don't get too cocky. I... Huh? Hahaha!"
Song Yi's harsh words hadn't finished when his eyes suddenly lit up, and with a laugh, he walked out excitedly.
"Little factory manager, that guy's acting strange. Is he going crazy?"
Han Jun leaned towards Wang Yu's ear and asked curiously. They hadn't intervened earlier, merely standing by as onlookers.
"He's not crazy. His backing has arrived."
Wang Yu smiled. He had already seen a group of foreigners approaching, and their attire suggested they were from the Western Continent.
And behind them were a large entourage, bustling and chattering noisily. The grand scale of their arrival made them appear quite imposing.
"Wang Yu, let's see how smug you can be now!"
Song Yi tilted his head, not forgetting to turn back and sneer at Wang Yu. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. These important figures from the Western Continent have personally arrived!
See? At the forefront is Mr. Wayne, the CEO of Wayne Motors. His ancestors invented the automobile. Your little factory is nothing compared to him, just a speck of dust!"
Song Yi mocked Wang Yu as he walked towards Mr. Wayne, extending his hand to shake his. He then switched to his broken English and said,
"Mr. Wayne, welcome! I..."
However, Mr. Wayne directly walked past him, acting as if he hadn't seen Song Yi's enthusiastic gesture for a handshake. He walked straight towards Wang Yu.
"I... cough cough cough! The wind is quite strong, my hair is all messy!"
Song Yi, left with his hand outstretched in a handshake pose, could only force an awkward smile and loudly muttered to himself as if speaking to no one in particular. He then raised his extended hand, pretending to adjust his hair.
Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to his performance.
All eyes were fixed on the world-shaking figure of Mr. Wayne.
He walked directly up to Wang Yu, tilted his head to examine him closely, and then slowly asked,
"Are you Mr. Wang Yu?"
His tone was filled with immense respect.