From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of life

At the critical moment, Qiqi suddenly spoke up to defuse the situation:

"Don't put pressure on the boss. This is a mutually beneficial situation. He helped us terminate the contract and get out of trouble. By cooperating with him, we are helping ourselves out of this predicament."

In contrast, Qiqi's values ​​are quite sound.

But the hot, busty girl immediately snorted:

"I don't care about these grand principles. I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't compete with a capitalist like Fang Heng."

"I'm putting this out there: if this matter isn't resolved by tomorrow night, I'll immediately go back to the company and apologize, saying that everything was ordered to be done by this boss and that it had nothing to do with us!"

The atmosphere in the private room instantly turned icy the moment these words were spoken.

My anger surged to the top of my head, followed by a chilling feeling that went straight to my bones.

I kindly devised a plan to rescue them from the unfair contract, and instead of being grateful, they tried to turn the tables on me.

These people truly deserve to be manipulated and exploited by the company; I have absolutely no reason to be soft-hearted and save them!

I could no longer contain my anger and slammed the chopsticks on the table.

I glanced coldly at the busty girl and said in a chilling voice, "You want to go back and apologize, huh? Fine, leave right now! Go tell Fang Heng that I ordered this, go back and continue signing unequal contracts. Get out of here and don't get in my way!"

The girl was stunned by my sudden outburst of anger. Her face turned pale, and she was speechless for a moment. She could only pout and lower her head, her eyes still filled with resentment.

My gaze swept over the other four, my anger undiminished:

"And you lot, from the moment you walked in, you were nitpicking about the environment and complaining about the food. Where does your sense of superiority come from? I just want to ask you, are you all really that great?"

"Do you think that without the six of you, this counterattack in public opinion is completely impossible?"

No one spoke; they all lowered their heads, and no one dared to meet their gaze and reply.

I was so angry at these ungrateful wretches that my chest tightened, so I simply dropped the pretense and said bluntly:

"To tell you the truth, I'm not a boss at all; I'm just a deliveryman."

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As soon as I said that, everyone looked up at the same time, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief as they stared at me.

Qi Qi was the first to speak, exclaiming in disbelief, "Impossible! You're lying, aren't you? I saw it with my own eyes this evening—a BMW i8 worth over two million yuan picked you up. How could it be a deliveryman?"

"The car isn't mine; it was borrowed temporarily to save face. It was all an act to put on a show for you, to lower your suspicions and get you to cooperate. Are you satisfied now?"

I replied in a detached and emotionless tone.

As soon as she finished speaking, the busty girl slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, her voice filled with rage: "You fucking lied to us? You were just playing us for a fool, weren't you?"

The short-haired girl next to her also stood up, her face full of anger: "This is too much! How could you deliberately deceive us? What do you mean by this?"

The woman in the sundress didn't stand up; she simply spoke calmly:

"Calm down, he's just trying to scare us. How could an ordinary deliveryman possibly stand up to Fang Heng, the boss of Xingyao Media? It doesn't make any sense."

Several women were looking at me, seemingly waiting for an explanation.

I remained calm and composed, took out my cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and said in a frank tone:

"I'm not trying to scare you. I'm just a deliveryman, with no money or power."

"Hold!"

The busty girl immediately lost her temper and angrily yelled, "Are you out of your mind? Is it fun to mess with us?"

"Watch your mouth!" I glared at her fiercely. "If you have the guts, go back to Xingyao Company right now and complain. Say whatever you want."

I paused for a moment, then deliberately threatened, "Just a heads up, the revelations from tonight's live stream have spread all over the internet. Everyone at Xingyao is furious. If you go back, you'll be in for a beating and held accountable. Go ahead and try it if you don't believe me."

"I don't believe you! I'll go back right now and expose you!"

The busty girl, feeling humiliated, angrily threw the chair aside and grabbed the short-haired girl next to her as she left.

"Let's go, don't waste time with this conman, he's a complete lunatic!"

The two men stormed out of the private room, slamming the door behind them.

I remained seated, without getting up to ask him to stay.

Because they dare not go back. Even if they did go back, even if they told the truth, what then?

Hundreds of delivery drivers' live stream clips flooded the internet, appearing everywhere.

Even if Star Media uses all its public relations resources, it can't delete all the posts or suppress the public outcry.

From the moment they started revealing the information, the outcome was already decided.

I didn't intend to cause a scene; I wanted to end the dinner amicably.

Unfortunately, these girls are selfish and cold-hearted, and even tried to turn the tables on us, so there's no need to show them any mercy.

With a loud slam of the door, the noise and anger subsided, and the room fell silent instantly.

Only Qiqi and the woman in the suspender dress remained in the private room, along with another girl who hadn't said a word the entire time.

I looked at the three of them and calmly asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes meeting, each lost in their own thoughts.

After a moment of silence, Qi Qi spoke first, her tone full of confusion:

"If what you're saying is true, and you're just an ordinary deliveryman, then what are you after for going to such lengths to help us fight against Xingyao? What real benefit does it bring you?"

"You don't need to delve into my motives. I'll just say this: this matter was never solely for my own benefit. You'll understand once you weigh the pros and cons carefully."

The woman in the sundress casually pulled out a pack of slim cigarettes, lit them skillfully, exhaled a wisp of smoke, leaned back lazily in her chair, and slowly began to speak:

"I understand the logic, and it certainly benefits us. But I'm also curious, what makes you think you can compete with Boss Fang? He has status and connections; what do you have?"

I chuckled and replied, word by word, "I have the support of tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of netizens on the internet. Tell me, what gives me the right?"

Upon hearing this, she burst out laughing, her eyes full of mockery and disbelief, and waved her hand dismissively:

"Brother, stop daydreaming. Internet popularity isn't that useful. You're too naive."

I was too lazy to waste words, so I pointed to the door and said, "If you don't believe me, then leave. I won't stop you."

"Aren't you afraid that the three of us will go back to the company together, admit our mistakes, and jointly accuse you of orchestrating everything?"

Upon hearing her words, I immediately chuckled.

"Do you really think that after finally escaping the man-eating pit that is Xingyao, anyone would willingly jump back in to be manipulated and exploited again?"

The woman in the sundress squinted at me for a moment, then asked suspiciously, "Strange, are you really a deliveryman? You don't seem like one!"

Qi Qi followed suit, softly echoing, "I also feel something's off. Are you deliberately disguising your identity to test us?"

I said in a completely flat tone, "I'll say it again, without me, every word you're saying now is true."

After saying that, I looked away and picked up the chopsticks on the table: "I won't say anything more. You can leave whenever you want."

The table was laden with hot dishes and drinks, which I gritted my teeth and spent the money to order; it would be a shame to throw them away.

I simply lowered my head and started eating, planning to pack the leftovers to take back to my cousin for a snack.

But the next second, an accident happened.