Fatty Sun was thinking happily, but Zhao Dong threw the card into the crowd without even looking at it.
"Take people's money to help them eliminate disasters. Since everyone has done something, don't be polite to Boss Wei with this benefit payment. You can keep the money. If anyone dares to settle accounts later, let him come to me!" Zhao Dong finished his words and took the money.
He glanced at Fatty Sun.
The security guards were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't expect that Zhao Dong would repay kindness with kindness, but the effect of throwing 100,000 yuan at him was obvious, and the eyes of everyone looking at him immediately changed subtly.
Fatty Sun's face was ashen, and in the end he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
He accepted the money, but the matter was not completed. Even if the debts were settled later, he would be the first one to come to him.
The key thing is that he didn't get any of the money himself. Although the people below got the money, they thought Zhao Dong was good.
Fatty Sun was so depressed that he vomited blood. He was like the young girl he had married in eight sedan chairs. Before he could even touch her, Zhao Dong entered the bridal chamber first. It was so aggrieved!
Zhao Dong then turned to him and asked, "Captain Sun, do you still have any opinions?"
"No...no..." Fatty Sun didn't dare to have any objections. He was really scared of being beaten by Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong raised his eyebrows and asked, "I missed two days of work, how should I calculate my salary this month?"
Hearing Zhao Dong ask this, Fatty Sun still didn't understand, so he hurriedly said: "If you are on official business, you will be paid as overtime. You will be made a full-time employee in advance this month and you will be transferred to the day shift. I will report it when you get back!"
Zhao Dong flicked off the cigarette butt and was quite satisfied with the result. Then he stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go to work in a while."
"No hurry, no hurry..." Fatty Sun got up from the ground and left in disgrace, his eyes full of gloom.
Zhao Dong was about to leave, but Meng Jiao dragged him back home.
Soon, she took out a medicine box from the cabinet.
"Take off your clothes!" she ordered.
Zhao Dong suddenly realized that his back had been scratched just now. The wound was not deep, but it was a bit burning.
Even if he couldn't beat him, he wouldn't be defeated. They were all colleagues, and they fell out because of Fatty Sun's coercion and inducement.
He didn't act cruelly just now, so he was naturally unprepared.
After thinking about it, he declined and said, "I'll just go back to the dormitory and do it."
Meng Jiao thought he was embarrassed and reached out to unbutton Zhao Dong's shirt.
"The gang in your dormitory are all men, I can't believe it!"
"Besides, you just beat them up. Be careful of them retaliating against you. You're injured, so I'll do it."
Zhao Dong hurriedly reached out to block it, "No need."
"What, are you afraid that I will eat you?" Meng Jiao asked angrily.
Seeing that he couldn't control her, Zhao Dong had no choice but to say, "Then I'll do it myself."
Meng Jiao turned around to get cotton swabs and disinfectant alcohol, but was stunned when she turned her head.
The muscles on Zhao Dong's back are very well-proportioned, but the lines all over it are a bit scary. Some of them should be gunshot wounds, and most of them are stab wounds.
Needless to say, she could tell that he was a man with a lot of stories.
Although she knew that Zhao Dong had served as a soldier, Meng Jiao was still extremely curious. It was a peaceful time, where could he come back with such scars?
"Does it hurt?" Meng Jiao touched it lightly with her fingers and clenched the corners of her mouth.
"It's okay." Zhao Dong smiled bitterly and shook his head. It didn't hurt at all, but Meng Jiao's fingers were slightly cool and smooth, and it felt itchy to the touch, which was quite comfortable.
Meng Jiao cleaned the wound gently, but asked casually: "Did Wei Dongming really come up with the hundred thousand just now?"
Zhao Dong lit a cigarette and responded casually: "Probably, Fatty Sun doesn't dare to lie."
Meng Jiao asked, "I said he wouldn't let you go like this, but you really dare to be cruel and break both of his legs? Are you willing to risk your life for Sophie?"
Zhao Dong said jokingly, "It's not that exaggerated, it's just revenge! If Wei Dongming wants to kill me, we have to see if he has the courage!"
Meng Jiao suddenly asked, "Do you want to squeeze Fatty Sun away?"
She has been struggling in society for so many years, so naturally Zhao Dong's method of winning people's hearts cannot be hidden from her.
Therefore, without waiting for Zhao Dong to answer, Meng Jiao added: "Don't you really think that if you become the captain of the security department of a property company, she will look at you differently?"
She was referring to Sophie. Zhao Dong understood but said nothing.
Of course he won't be so naive, but he has to eat his food one bite at a time.
What's more, Sophie just left a note saying they would part ways in a month.
He can only take one step at a time.
Meng Jiao wanted to say something more, but there was a knock on the door.