Tang San has been immersed in the joy of entrepreneurial success recently. This is normal. In such a short period of time, he has already earned millions of assets. It can be said that he has completed the original accumulation of capital. Now he has finally
I have the capital to say that I am a capitalist, not the oppressed proletarians.
The only thing that makes him a little regretful is that there are no workers in his factory. There is no one to exploit and squeeze him. No one else can complete the figures as quickly, efficiently and with high quality as he does. After all, this company is temporary.
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It was just that he just wanted to go out for a walk and relax. His body was tired from over-concentration. He saw that the door and wall of the studio he rented were splashed with red paint. There were quite a few words written on them.
Warning words.
There is no doubt that these are the revenge of his colleagues. I want him, a stupid young man, to understand something and stop wishing to monopolize the market.
Tang San fell into a brief silence. He had indeed predicted his future situation based on the worst-case scenario, but his opponent's childish methods made him feel that his prediction was a bit too pessimistic. Throwing paint to scare people was not a good idea.
He has no influence at all.
Tang Hao also noticed this scene and dipped his finger into the red paint on the wall: "Without even a bit of real human blood, these guys are really getting back together."
When Tang San heard Tang Hao's muttering, he was a little confused: "Dad! You seem to understand the rules here?"
"You should understand a little! In the past, I was half a gangster. My younger brother often did this kind of thing in the past. At that time, what was splashed was not paint, but real blood.
These guys are very capable and rich. You don’t need to worry too much about them. At most, you can find a few third-rate thugs to intimidate them. If you dare to take action, it’s already pretty good. Although I’m old, I’ll help you get rid of these stinky fish.
Rotten shrimp, still very simple.”
A faint coercion emerged from Tang Hao's body. Under the demi-god, he was still one of the most powerful men, not one that even cats and dogs would dare to provoke.
Several companies were also quite depressed. They found that after pouring red paint on others, it had no effect. Even the effect of intimidating other employees was not effective. They still shipped goods so efficiently, and even the shipment volume increased.
This is simply a slap in the face.
How do they know that their rival company does not need to recruit employees at all, and all the work is done by the boss alone. This is too surreal. Unless someone's martial arts is a conceptual figure, it is basically impossible to do it.
to this point.
After the intimidation failed, they planned to take some more drastic measures, but after all, they were just companies run by ordinary businessmen, which were far different from professional underworlds like the Haotian Sect.
For them, the more drastic method is to hire a few people to smash the glass and dismantle the equipment. If they don't leave, they will keep coming, making it impossible for them to work normally.
That day, Tang San was catching up on his sleep to regain his energy, when he heard a crash beside him, and a brick flew towards him. Although he was still sleeping just now, his reaction was very fast, and he had been trained with concealed weapons for a long time.
He grabbed the large concealed weapon in front of him with both hands, and threw it out through the broken window with his backhand.
I heard a scream coming from outside, and the person who threw the brick just now was hit hard. Tang San's hidden weapon skills basically had no chance of losing the brick.
Seeing the shattered glass on the floor, he was quite angry and jumped out through the window. With his keen insight into unlocking soul power, he easily spotted the gangsters.
This group of people are not even gangsters, they are just a group of delinquent teenagers who skipped school. They took money from people and came over to smash windows. Although they had a few slinging sticks in their hands, they could only beat people's heads.
If you knock randomly, nothing will happen.
Even if Tang San didn't have any soul power at all, he could still fight by relying on the broken glass on the ground. They called him dad. In fact, he did the same thing. The broken glass just floated out of thin air under his control.
Got up, and then fired a shot of One Thousand and One Nights... The number of glass particles may not be enough for a thousand, but it is enough to turn each of them into a hedgehog.
He was not a powerful character at first, but his body and face were punctured by the sleeping glass. They all screamed like slaughtering pigs, turned around and ran away, for fear that the killer would catch up and give them a beating.
As a result, these colleagues got a piece of news, that is, no matter how hard you are, there is a master in Sunzi Company who is good at using glass particles and can defeat the enemy thousands of miles away.
This information is painful to look at, even a fool would know it. This time they must have trusted others and found a group of unreliable guys.
Just when this group of people was about to contact the real gangsters and teach Tang San a lesson, the windows of their boss's house were suddenly smashed. But their boss didn't even know that he was still sleeping there.
When I woke up the next morning, I didn't feel anything was wrong. It wasn't until I looked in the mirror that I discovered that someone had drawn a red line on my neck with blood.
If you are more serious about this, you might think of it as a prank, but if you think about it carefully, someone who sneaks into your house quietly in the middle of the night and can draw a red mark on your neck will definitely be able to do it quietly.
Cut your neck in half silently.
This is a threat. Hong Guoguo's threat. And it is much more sophisticated than their threatening methods. The main reason is that the people they hire do not have this ability.
People were panicked for a while. Although the empire was now considered to be an era of rule of law, killing was illegal, and the probability of being caught was very high for wanted criminals after killing.
But after they encountered such a bad threat, they found that they could not find out from the surveillance video how the person who threatened them did it. In other words, even if their heads were chopped off, the suspects would still be the same.
Can get away with it.
This is a bit scary. They can indeed use the money in their hands and the connections they have to suppress the company that suddenly rises.
But people can also take their lives directly. Money or life is an eternal problem. There has not been a unified answer since ancient times. But after thinking calmly, most people still choose to take life.
But could Tang San really cut off these people's heads without anyone noticing?
In fact, he really couldn't do it, and the broken windows were actually just an illusion. Even if he practiced regularly, there was no way he could sneak into other people's houses under numerous surveillances. So he actually didn't go there at all.