It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 159 [020] If you don’t work hard today, your position will be unstable tomorrow
The president and editor-in-chief of Crime Fighter magazine is a short old man who looks like a Chinese teacher. He has a "local support for the central government" hairstyle because he is on the verge of baldness.

Qin Jiandan remembered that the president's surname was Wu. Ding Ling said on the phone that the president preferred his employees to call him "Editor-in-Chief Wu."

Due to the threat from the Nian Society and the Olive Group, Chief Editor Wu did not let the employees go out for lunch at noon. Instead, he ordered takeout lunches at his own expense, and everyone sat together around the oval conference table.

There were about 20 employees in total, and there were not enough chairs in the conference room, so the older people sat and the younger people stood. Although it was crowded, it was a harmonious atmosphere.

"Master Qin, you're here so soon? I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person... If you don't mind, would you like to eat with us?"

Editor-in-Chief Wu sat at the door of the conference table and could see Qin Jiandan as soon as he looked up. Qin Jiandan liked to wear small round sunglasses to block his fierce eyes in the inner city, and there were two thin strands of white hair behind his ears, which made him very recognizable.

Sitting on the left of Chief Editor Wu was Ding Ling's slow-witted driver, who said slowly:

"Young Master... please... sit... here..."

He was halfway through his words when the thin middle-aged man on the right side of Editor-in-Chief Wu offered his seat to Qin Jiandan, and Qin Jiandan sat down without hesitation.

He took off his sunglasses and put them in the chest pocket of his jacket, trying his best to suppress the gleam in his eyes that said "Night Dragon is the most ferocious".

Two guards stood behind Qin Jiandan, observing everyone in the conference room with frosty faces.

The other employees were a little nervous, only the worldly-wise Editor-in-Chief Wu ate his meal as usual. The slow-witted driver who failed to give up his seat did not show any special reaction, and it was unclear whether he was brave or slow to react.

Qin Jiandan was a little hungry because he had not eaten lunch on the way here in a hurry. At first glance, the food on the conference table was of good quality, mainly meat, mushrooms, eggs and cauliflower. Such ingredients were rare in the outer city.

Several boxes of food that Chief Editor Wu had ordered in advance were placed in front of Qin Jiandan. Qin Jiandan was not in a hurry to eat, so he asked the two guards behind him to take one each and eat while standing.

"Master, we are not hungry!"

The guard wanted to refuse, but Qin Jiandan snorted and said:

"The sound of your stomach growling is almost deafening me. If I tell you to eat, then eat. How can you work without a full stomach?"

The guards blushed as they picked up the lunch boxes, held them carefully, and started eating with the disposable chopsticks handed to them by Editor-in-Chief Wu.

Qin Jiandan has always believed that eating is a basic human right, and a leader who does not allow his subordinates to eat is not a good leader. From this perspective, Editor-in-Chief Wu seems to be an okay person.

Various meat and vegetarian lunch boxes were scattered on the table, and there were three boxes of rice left. Qin Jiandan picked a box of egg fried rice and ate it with a plastic spoon along with the side dishes.

Steel Armor Breathing cannot protect against food poisoning, so it is better to be cautious when dining out and eat as little as possible.

"The Night Dragon Society is so powerful in East City. I didn't expect Young Master Qin to be so approachable..."

Editor-in-Chief Wu did not wipe his mouth after eating, and Qin Jiandan noticed that there were obvious coffee stains on the cuffs of his shirt.

This was a slovenly president, but Qin Jiandan didn't dislike such people. Zhu Shengzhi dressed himself up neatly and energetically, but the cleaner his clothes were, the dirtier his heart was.

Qin Jiandan finished the egg fried rice in a few bites, rolled up the distinct rice grains with his tongue, and tasted a different texture from the "rice made from plant clay".

"Having a meal together makes you friendly? Editor-in-Chief Wu, stop joking with me. What happened to the Ni'an Society? What else did they do besides breaking your glass?"

The lunch break in the crystal processing factory was short, and Qin Jiandan was treated inhumanely when he was trained by his master. Qin Qi's main way of teaching his apprentices was to "beat them with restrained force". Qin Jiandan and Hu Chi could only eat lunch in between beatings. While eating with bruises all over their bodies, they only hoped that their senior brother (junior brother) could hold on for a while longer.

After such a painful experience, Qin Jiandan can finish his meal quickly when the situation requires. He can finish a meal in just two bites that takes Linlin 10 minutes to finish.

The two guards were used to it, but the magazine employees were dumbfounded at the speed at which the Night Dragon Society's young master ate. Some of them whispered to their friends, "All martial arts masters are like this" and "All Saiyans are gluttons."

When Qin Jiandan asked about the destruction of the Ni'an Society, Chief Editor Wu frowned:

"So far, only the windows of the reception room have been broken at night, but this morning an employee saw a stranger wandering downstairs. If we don't agree to the conditions of the Niam Society, I'm afraid someone will get hurt soon."

The turtle driver had eaten less than 1/6 of his meal when he slowly raised his left hand, which was not holding the chopsticks:
"I...saw...two...men...wearing...white...eye-patches..."

Some special Furui people have a slower metabolism than humans, and they don't have a high period. A slow person like Turtle will never be able to be high in spirits for the rest of his life. "Alright, alright." Editor-in-Chief Wu stopped Turtle from continuing to talk and wasting time. "Master Qin, anyway, if Crime Fighter doesn't want to succumb to the Nian Society, it can only rely on the help of the Night Dragon Society."

Qin Jiandan nodded: "That's easy. Just report everything about the threats from the Ni'an Society, and I'll arrange guards for you."

The two guards behind him ate even faster. The young master had mentioned them, but they couldn't even eat half as fast as him. Isn't that too embarrassing?
Editor-in-Chief Wu looked embarrassed and reached out to comb his increasingly sparse hair on his head:

"I have already offended the Ni'an Society by refusing their request to publish an advertisement. If I disclose the truth about the "candy mailing" incident, I will offend my peers as well. We would rather pay money in exchange for the protection of guards. I hope the young master will understand."

Qin Jiandan was slightly dissatisfied, but he also understood Editor-in-Chief Wu's difficulties.

The Nean Society Olive Group has long published mail-order advertisements for "chewing gum," "strange-flavored candy," and "vitality candy" in various magazines and newspapers, targeting inner-city minors with disguised dream pills.

This is a semi-open secret in the publishing industry. Editor-in-Chief Wu is unwilling to make this money against his conscience, but that doesn't mean others are unwilling. Once it arouses public anger in the circle, Crime Fighter is bound to be criticized, even if the ink used to criticize them was bought with dirty money.

"Pay for protection..." Qin Jiandan asked the guard who had finished his meal first on the left side behind him:

"How much is your monthly salary?"

The guard leaned over and whispered a number. Qin Jiandan said to Editor-in-Chief Wu:
"Give my men double their wages, and I will send them over to protect you. But you will also have to provide room and board, and the food standard cannot be worse than today's."

Editor-in-Chief Wu did not hear the number reported by the guard, but he agreed immediately:
"Master Qin is a straightforward person, so it's a deal! If anyone else needs protection on the way to and from get off work, I will discuss it with the guards in detail, okay?"

"Okay." Qin Jiandan agreed, and then instructed the guards who had finished their meal first:
"You stay here and take charge of the whole thing. I'll greet Tiger Chi and you can just ask him for the person. What's your last name?"

The guard was flattered and said, "My last name is Zhao, you can just call me Xiao Zhao!"

The guard who ate a little slower regretted seeing that Xiao Zhao had become the person in charge of the operation.

It turns out that being slow at eating will affect your promotion! I must practice eating hard every day in the future!
Qin Jiandan finalized the cooperation framework and once again looked at the employees around the conference table. They had basically finished their meals at this time, so their faces could be seen more clearly.

There were old, middle-aged and young people in terms of age, and the male-female ratio was about 1:1. There were a few young women crowded together, seemingly a small group that liked to gossip. They glanced at the guards behind Qin Jiandan and whispered to each other.

Hmm? Judging from their expressions, they seem to be interested in the guards? The guards were looked down upon by the maids at the headquarters, so why did they become so popular when they came to the inner city?

The logic is very simple if you think about it.

The maids knew that the guards were members of the Night Dragon Club at the lower level, and there were a lot of small and big cadres above them, and each of them could order the guards around. Although the guards were strong, they were not as good as Qin Jiandan and Hu Chi.

Distance creates beauty. Female employees of the magazine rarely see strong young men, especially these two guards who are the head office guards. To a certain extent, they represent the face of the guild, so their facial features cannot be too bad.

Qin Jiandan was not happy but worried. He warned Xiao Zhao in a low voice:
"You must do your best to protect the safety of the magazine's employees, but you cannot develop any more than friendly relationships with them, and especially keep your distance from the female employees!"

Xiao Zhao promised: "Young Master, rest assured, whoever dares to mess with the women in the inner city will be forced to castrate himself to apologize!"

It was good to express one's determination in a high-profile manner, but the accusation of "messing around with inner-city women" made Qin Jiandan blush.

Xiao Zhao doesn't think before he speaks. If I had known this, I would have chosen the one who eats slowly to be responsible... But it's too late now. It shouldn't cause any big trouble, right?
At this time, Qin Jiandan went to ask where Ding Ling, whom he had not seen for a long time, had gone.

Editor-in-Chief Wu extended his hand outside the conference room:
"Young Master Qin should have seen the reception room when he came in, right? It's the room with two bodyguards standing outside. Ding Ling's mother sent someone to greet her. Ding Ling and the other party have been talking for a while."

Qin Jiandan turned around in his seat and looked at the reception room a little further away through the glass of the conference room.

The door of the reception room was closed, and two bodyguards wearing sunglasses and neat black suits stood on both sides. Qin Jiandan had previously thought that they were hired by the magazine itself.

Now that I think about it, there was a luxury car parked downstairs of the magazine building, and there was a bodyguard in a black suit on standby.

"Who did Ding Ling's mother send?" Qin Jiandan asked, "He drives such a nice car and brings three arrogant bodyguards. He's making a big show!"

The employees all looked at the editor-in-chief. Editor-in-chief Wu lowered his voice and said with disdain:
"Who else could it be? He is Ding Ling's half brother, the 18-year-old graduate of Huanshicheng Polytechnic University, 'Science and Technology Ding Chun'! He and Ding Ling have never been close. I don't know why he came to see Ding Ling today."

(End of this chapter)