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Chapter 935

Chapter 935

Ning Chengen's jaw was slightly stiff and his face turned slightly pale.

He started with more than 500 push-ups, and now his whole body is a little sore.

There are still more than four hours left before get off work, what else is Ji Yuting going to do?

Ji Yuting saw his nervous expression in his eyes, raised his thin lips coldly, and ordered in a deep voice, "Spread your feet shoulder-width apart, and stride for an hour. Execute immediately."

Just zamabu?

"yes."

Ning Chengen breathed a sigh of relief and obediently followed the instructions, squatting down to a standard standard.

With the hot wind blowing next to him and sweat pouring down his cheeks, Ning Chengen said nothing, breathed steadily, and silently counted the time.

Ji Yuting stared at him for a while, said nothing, walked around him and walked to the bookshelf at the back.

Ning Chengen didn't dare to look back. He couldn't see what Ji Yuting was doing, but he could clearly hear the sound of Ji Yuting's military boots hitting the wooden floor.

From near to far, and from far to near.

When he came back again, Ji Yuting held a tall stack of books in his hands and put them on his desk.

Ning Chengen keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, he saw Ji Yuting sorting out two stacks of books and placing them flat on his lap.

In order to prevent the book from falling, Ning Chengen could only move down two inches to maintain the balance of the book.

Seeing that he had digested well in a while, Ji Yuting sorted out two stacks of thick books and walked up to him.

"Open both fists, palms facing up."

Ning Chengen did as he was told.

Two stacks of heavy books were put on his hands respectively.

He gritted his teeth and still suffered without saying a word.

Ji Yuting took a leisurely sip of ice tea, turned around the desk, returned to his seat, and said coldly: "If you can't hold on for even an hour, stop working in this position. If you drop a book, you will be suspended."

Yue, you can weigh it yourself."

Ning Chengen held his breath and silently endured this grueling corporal punishment.

He calculated that when he takes control of the National Bureau of Investigation, Ji Yuting's life will be worse than death.

Ji Yuting looked at the computer, but glanced at him from the corner of his eye, taking in his gloomy gaze.

"Do you hate me so much?"

Ning Chengen was slightly startled, and then he stopped the sharp look in his eyes, "No, Mr. Yu is my superior. No matter what you do, I will not resist and will cooperate fully."

Ji Yuting sneered and did not expose him. He only said: "As a subordinate, you must have the consciousness to obey orders. It is not a good thing to have too many ideas. If you are willing to act according to the rules, you will be in peace in the future."

This means that he should give up the matter of Zhou Xiaoqing and compromise with Lu Shengge and Lu Hua.

Ning Chengen just pretended not to understand and agreed: "Master Yu is right, I naturally follow the rules and I will never dare to disobey them."

Ji Yuting said nothing, opened the drawer, took out a countdown timer, handed it forward, and placed it where Ning Chengen could clearly see it.

Ning Chengen lowered his eyes and looked at the time he set. It was a countdown of sixty minutes.

In other words, the more than 20 minutes before this do not count.

Torturing people, he really does have it!

Ning Chengen laughed in his heart, his arms trembling slightly. He had only done more than 500 push-ups, but after raising his arms horizontally for a while, he lost strength.

He adjusted his breathing and gritted his teeth to hold on.

If he is suspended because he dropped a book from his hand, once the news spreads, it will have a big impact on his reputation and the Ning Group's stock market.

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

This hour passed like a year.

Ning Chengen could only stare at the countdown and endure it silently.

His arms were so sore that they were about to break, and his legs had begun to tremble uncontrollably. Ning Chengen was sweating profusely as if he had just taken a shower, and the water stains on the wooden floor in front of him continued to expand.


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