The man's expression changed and he looked Zhao Dong up and down, "Are you serious?"
Zhao Dong smiled bitterly, "Why should I tell this lie?"
When the other party saw that Zhao Dong didn't look like he was lying, he said, "Okay, just wait!"
Zhao Dong returned to the bench and sat down.
Before I could sit down, I saw a conflict over there.
Several people surrounded a half-grown boy, beating and kicking him.
He originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he became interested when he saw that the young man was stubborn and kept silent after being beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
He coughed and said, "Okay, so many people bully a child. Isn't it glorious?"
Before those men could open their mouths, the boy who was beaten started to curse, "You are the fucking child, I am the man!"
A man ridiculed, "Did you hear that? I don't appreciate it, little bastard. Please stop meddling in your own business!"
If ordinary people were gossiping, his attitude would definitely not be like this.
But Zhao Dong was different, his face was calm, his expression was relaxed, and he wasn't nervous at all about getting into trouble.
Subconsciously, he didn't dare to say anything else.
Zhao Dong became more interested and stepped forward to give him a hand, "Then I have to take care of it?"
The man originally wanted to curse, but he felt the force on his wrist gradually getting stronger and held back the words when he reached his mouth.
He turned around and kicked the boy, "You're lucky, little bastard. When you get out, don't let me look after you, or else I'll beat you every time I see you!"
The young man spat and did not continue to cause trouble.
After wiping the nosebleed, he sat down next to Zhao Dong.
His voice was childish, but his tone was extremely mature, "Uncle, how did you get imprisoned in here?"
Zhao Dong ignored him, "You're not polite, call me brother!"
The young man cursed: "Shameless, you are so much older than me, why call you brother?"
Zhao Dong smiled and said, "You brat, if you speak so arrogantly, I don't blame them for beating you!"
The young man felt that he and Zhao Dong were quite compatible, "Okay, I owe you a favor. When I go out at night, I'll treat you to a good meal!"
Zhao Dong joked, "I can't wait until night. I have to go out soon. There are still things outside."
The young man curled his lips and said, "Uncle, do you think this is your home, where you can come and leave whenever you want? By the way, what's your name, uncle?"
Zhao Dong didn't answer, and soon, the door was opened.
Someone outside shouted: "Zhao Dong, come out, you can leave!"
The young man looked surprised. This guy was imprisoned by the King of Hell just now. Unexpectedly, he was released as soon as he said he would be released?
...
Ten minutes later, Zhao Dong sat in Wang Meng's office.
Wang Meng was also curious, "I asked about the matter, why did you offend Chen Zhipeng?"
Zhao Dong picked up a pack of cigarettes from his desk and asked, "Are you troublesome?"
Wang Meng explained, "Chen Zhipeng is not troublesome, but he works with Jiaozuo. This guy named Jiao is a bit troublesome."
Zhao Dong heard this name for the first time and lit the cigarette with a snap, "Jiaozuo?"
Wang Meng nodded, "The boss of Tianding, no, he should be the vice president now."
Zhao Dong smiled and said, "Haha, doesn't this have something to do with me? I work at Tianding now."
Wang Meng was startled, "When did it happen? Why didn't I listen to you?"
Zhao Dong said casually, "Just today, I just went to report. From now on, I will be the section chief of the security department, and I will inevitably have to deal with you."
Wang Meng knocked on the table, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, Tianding has been dead for so many years, it is a puddle of muddy water!"