Pan Wenfeng had already reached out and pulled the agreement over and signed his name.
Then he threw away the pen worth hundreds of dollars, pointed at Lin Beichen and shouted, "Boy, why are you pretending? I don't think you can complete the project. Just wait to be fired by your boss!"
Fired? It’s impossible for Lin Beichen to fire himself.
He sneered in his heart, then stood up and walked to Pan Wenfeng's side.
"Oh? What else do you want to do?"
Pan Wenfeng's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this domineering security chief wanted to beat him up because of some sarcastic comments he made at the meeting?
Looking at the strong figure of the security chief opposite, Pan Wenfeng felt really unsure.
There was no expression on Lin Beichen's face, and he said indifferently: "Why did you just talk to me?"
As soon as Pan Wenfeng had a look of ridicule on his face, Lin Beichen shouted sharply: "Trash!"
Lin Beichen's voice was like thunder rolling from the sky.
Pan Wenfeng was angry. Although his calves were trembling a little, how could he bear this kind of personal insult?
"What kind of onion are you!"
Pan Wenfeng stretched out his hand, intending to push Lin Beichen away.
But his hand reached halfway, and suddenly there was a wall between Lin Beichen and him, and he couldn't reach it!
Lin Beichen snorted coldly, and the invisible wall of air between the two slowly pushed towards Pan Wenfeng.
"Crack!"
Pan Wenfeng's palm was bent at a ninety degree angle in full view of everyone.
Almost broke a bone!
The pain caused Pan Wenfeng to immediately withdraw his hand. He covered his wrist and glared at Lin Beichen, "Fuck, how dare you..."
Lin Beichen turned around and said without looking back, "Can you blame me?"
After saying that, he left the conference room. Pan Wenfeng stared at his leaving figure and swore in his heart that he would tell his uncle about this and kill the little security chief.
Originally, he was thinking of asking Mo Qingwu for a drink after the meeting to enhance their relationship.
Now he ignored his still aching hand and went out to let the company's car take him back to Muchen Technology.
…
In Pan Jin's office, he just put down the phone in his hand.
The person he was talking to was a friend in the martial arts world who worked as a coach in a medium-sized boxing gym.
He reminded himself that the Tao family was going to hold this year's auction in Jinling City, and the whole city was in a state of flux, telling him not to act rashly.
Pan Jin briefly mentioned it to him and asked him what kind of strength it was to be able to destroy a master who was at the peak of his dark power with just one finger.
The coach on the other end of the phone laughed first and then told Pan Jin that it was impossible.
If there really is such a person in the world, even the world-famous Martial God Ye Tiangang is no match for him.
Pan Jin put down the phone and was afraid for a while. How did Muchen Technology provoke such a terrible opponent? Is this year destined to be a bad year?
"Boom!"
The wooden door of the office was pushed open. Pan Jin looked up and saw that his nephew appeared in front of him with a livid face.
"Wen Feng? Didn't you go to Tengda Company for a meeting..."
When his nephew said the words "Tengda Company", Pan Jin felt something bad in his heart.
This unlucky nephew of the family could not have been provoked...
"Uncle! Moman, someone in Tengda Company doesn't take you seriously!"
Pan Wenfeng also knew that he was going to save the country through a curve, so he first made Pan Jin angry, and then planned to reveal Lin Beichen's name.
When he was a child, he always did this when he wanted this uncle to stand out.
Unfortunately, Pan Jin was not fooled this time, but asked coldly: "Tell me, who did you offend?"
Pan Wenfeng gritted his teeth, raised his right hand, and shouted with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face, "It's the security chief of Tengda Company, a bumpkin, who almost broke my hand!"
Pan Jin took a deep breath, he almost knew who this so-called country bumpkin was.
Seeing that his uncle was not excited, Pan Wenfeng planned to add fuel to the fire and said, "That country bumpkin also said that in his eyes, uncle, you are nothing, not even scum!"
"Oh, I understand. Just be fine." Pan Jin pointed in the direction of the door very calmly and said, "Go down and rest first!"
"kindness?"
Pan Wenfeng was stunned for a moment. What did uncle mean? Could it be that he was afraid of a security chief?
No, my uncle is the vice president who is under one person and under a thousand people.
Pan Wenfeng wanted to continue working hard, mainly because Lin Beichen made himself embarrassed in public, especially in front of women.
He couldn't bear this the most!
"Uncle, that boy was so rude to me. If I meet you in the future, he will be rude to you too..."
Pan Jin raised his head and shifted his gaze from the files on the desktop to Pan Wenfeng's face, "Then what do you think I should do?"
This rhetorical question, which was obviously sarcastic, caused all the blood in Pan Wenfeng's body to rush to his face, making him blush.
"Uncle, are we going to be shy? If someone hits us, why don't we fight back?"
Pan Jin narrowed his eyes, then opened them, and then nodded heavily, "Yes, not only do you have to be a turtle with your head, but you also have to put the other face up and hit him!"
"this……"
Pan Wenfeng was stunned, anger, shame and other negative emotions gathered together.
In his daze, he actually shouted, "Uncle, if you are afraid of a security chief, just trample him to death!"
"Trampled to death?"
Pan Jin stood up holding on to the armrest of the boss's chair, walked quickly to Pan Wenfeng, and slapped him on the face.
"Are you looking for death? You can't live a good life, but you have to report to the Lord of Hell?"
"uncle!"
This is the first time Pan Wenfeng has been slapped by his uncle since he was a child.
He covered the left side of his face, which was about to swell, and shouted in a high voice: "Why did you hit me?"
"The one I'm beating is you, little bastard. Don't seek death yourself, and take me with you!"
The more Pan Jin thought about it, the angrier he became. He picked up a large classic on the table and threw it on Pan Wenfeng's back.
"How difficult it is for me to reach the position of vice president of Muchen Technology!"
"Just calm down for the next few days and don't leave the company gate easily, otherwise you may lose your life without even knowing it!"
After shouting these two sentences, Pan Jin felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away.
"Go away! Be careful!"
When Pan Wenfeng saw the ferocious look on his uncle's face, he realized the horror and hurriedly left the office.
Pan Jin let out a long breath and sat down in the boss's chair.
"Ma Dan, it seems I have to go abroad to escape. This nephew is really unbearable!"
That day, Mr. Pan of Muchen Technology suddenly asked for leave, left Jinling City at lightning speed, and boarded a plane to Country M.
Without Pan Jin as the backbone, the third young master of the Tan family is hiding in his own residence and cannot be found.
The entire Muchen Technology is in chaos.
Not to mention following up on the Dow Group auction house project.
Even though he hid in Country M, Pan Jin rushed into the five-star hotel, fearing that Lin Beichen would pursue him to Country M.
In fact, Lin Beichen was totally focused on the auction house project, and of course he didn't have time to care about the little Pan Wenfeng and Pan Jin.
For the Tao family's auction, Tengda Company was almost like a living thunder front, operating at full strength.
The venue, which was originally a small auction house, became magnificent with the investment of hundreds of millions of dollars from the Dow Group.
In particular, a 100-meter avenue leading to the main venue was paved with gold. Each gold brick was a standard one kilogram of pure gold.
This is not considered luxurious. There are only thirty seats in the main venue, and each seat is a Taishi chair carved from a piece of beautiful jade.
The project members of Tengda Company were all frightened by Dow Group in this regard.
Where are beautiful jade and gold used as building materials?
For example, at least 50% to 60% of the raw materials used to carve the beautiful jade into the Taishi chair were thrown away.
An employee of Tengda Company secretly took a piece of scrap material and sold it in the antique market for four to five thousand yuan!
But the managers of Dow Group didn't care about this at all, and just threw the extra scraps into the trash can.
But what they really value are black wooden boxes, big or small.
These boxes were transported into the venue in Maybachs. Since the boxes were transported, outsiders were no longer allowed to enter the auction venue.