12dz Chapter 900 Tell him to get off right now
Chapter 900 Tell him to get off right now
At the end of the runway at Kuncheng Airport, a passenger plane glided to the ground with a slight vibration, and the roar of the engine gradually subsided.
Yu Fei walked out of the arrival gate dragging a black suitcase. His face was pale and his jawline was tense, as if he was holding back a rage that was about to explode at any moment.
He automatically blocked out the noise around him. The crowd of people waiting to welcome him at the airport seemed to have nothing to do with him and he treated them as nothing but air.
He walked straight to the roadside and stopped a taxi. He opened the trunk and put the suitcase in. The wheels made a dull sound in the car and he closed the lid casually.
He turned around and walked into the back seat. When he opened the door and got in, he said, "Master, Fengteng International Group."
His voice was hoarse from the long flight, but it was filled with undeniable urgency.
"Okay." The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and seeing his grim expression, he tactfully didn't ask any more questions.
He just reminded, "Sir, please fasten your seat belt. We're leaving now."
The taxi quickly merged into the traffic flow. Yu Fei leaned back in his chair and looked down at the screen of his mobile phone, but his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the screen of the mobile phone.
The screensaver is a photo of An Yi. She is wearing a beige dress and standing under a cherry tree, smiling. Her eyebrows and eyes are curved, as if filled with the light of an entire spring.
But now, that smile was like a needle, piercing his heart and causing pain - the scene of the Antai Technology Building being sealed in the news,
An Jinsong's haggard appearance in handcuffs, and the obscene words about Antai Company in netizens' comments,
It kept spinning in his mind over and over again, stirring his internal organs as if they were turned upside down.
The car stopped downstairs of Fengteng International. Yu Fei paid the money, grabbed his suitcase and rushed into the building.
Before the automatic door slid open completely, he had already squeezed in sideways, his leather shoes making rapid "thump thump" sounds on the marble floor.
He walked straight to the front desk and, without waiting for the other party to speak, asked in a hoarse voice, "Is Teng Zijing here?"
The two ladies at the front desk exchanged a glance, maintaining a professional smile on their faces. "Hello, sir. What can I do for Mr. Jing? I can help you contact him."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yu Fei's pent-up anger exploded instantly, and he slammed his clenched fist on the smooth marble countertop at the front desk.
The sound was so loud that even the potted plants on the table shook. "Tell him to get off right here!" The roar echoed in the hall, and people around looked at him sideways.
The receptionist's expression changed slightly as she pressed the pager under the table: "Security, there's a disturbance here..."
Several security guards in black uniforms rushed over upon hearing the noise and quickly surrounded the area.
Yu Fei reacted very quickly. Without thinking, he rushed around the front desk and grabbed the neck of the lady closest to him.
His eyes were frighteningly red, revealing a cruel expression: "Come on, take me to Teng Zijing's office!"
"Sir, please let her go! Let's talk it over nicely!" The security guards didn't dare to step forward for a moment and could only negotiate with each other.
"I didn't mean to hurt anyone!" Yu Fei yelled, but he didn't loosen his grip. "I just want to see that bastard Teng Zijing! Let's go!"
He pushed the receptionist, whose face had turned pale with fear, step by step towards the elevator.
The young lady was strangled and had difficulty breathing. Her cheeks turned red and she staggered.
The elevator opened with a ding, and Yu Fei pushed the person in. He turned and pointed at the security guards:
"Just wait here and don't force me to kill her." As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the receptionist's face, "Which floor?"
"Top...top floor..." The young lady's voice was as thin as a mosquito. She squeezed out the two words "top floor" from her throat that seemed to be suffocating, in great pain.
Yu Fei pressed the "top floor" button hard, and the elevator door slowly closed. Seeing the other person's uncomfortable look, he finally let go.
The beautiful lady staggered back two steps, her chest heaving violently, gasping for breath.
Her fair cheeks were abnormally flushed due to lack of oxygen, and there was still a trace of fear in her eyes.
The suffocating feeling she had just felt had not yet dissipated, and she held onto the wall for a long time.
She barely regained her breath, and looked at him with undisguised fear in her eyes.
In his top-floor office, Teng Zijing stood before the French windows, overlooking the city below. The cigarette between his fingers was half-burned, the ash teetering on the brink of collapse.
He picked up his phone and called his adjutant, his voice still filled with anger: "Adjutant, you and Grandpa should have seen what happened with Antai Technology, right?"
The adjutant on the other end of the phone spoke in a steady voice: "Well, what's going on? How did someone suddenly report you and dig up so much dirty information?"
"Not surprising." Teng Zijing snorted coldly, "I felt something was wrong with Qi Haoyu before, so I sent people to keep an eye on him.
He met with the department head of CY Sunac in a private room of Xingteng Restaurant and planned Jiang Chengyu's fall from the construction site. At that time, they began to attract my attention.
I kept the news of my acquisition of Longan Taikang secret, and Qi Haoyu was caught off guard. He even opened a private room in Xingteng Restaurant for half a year.
Chang Miaomiao, the adopted daughter of CY Sunac CEO Chang Haihe, has been particularly close to him lately. It's highly likely that Chang Haihe is behind this."
"Zijing, no matter what, you can't be impulsive anymore." The adjutant's tone was full of admonition.
"The leader's health has just improved, so if you can help him avoid worrying about something, try not to cause him any more trouble."
"I know." Teng Zijing rubbed his brows, "I just want to go pick up An Yu now.
The company's affairs have nothing to do with her, and she shouldn't be in the detention center. Please help me say hello to them."
"Okay, I'll call right away. You should prepare yourselves and follow the legal procedures to avoid giving anyone a chance to criticize you."
"Yeah." Teng Zijing hung up the phone and just turned around when he heard a noisy argument coming from outside the door.
"Sir, you can't go in! Mr. Jing is working!"
Immediately afterwards, with a loud "bang", the solid wooden door of the office was kicked open.
The PR lady at the door staggered in, followed by two security guards who were holding onto a disheveled man - it was Yu Fei.
Teng Zijing's eyes instantly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Let him go."
The security guard quickly explained: "Mr. Jing, he held the receptionist hostage downstairs, and we didn't stop him..."
"Get out." Teng Zijing interrupted him, and the chill in his tone made the air seem to freeze.
The security guard and the public relations lady didn't dare to say anything more. They quickly retreated and closed the door gently.
Yu Fei broke free from his restraints and rushed forward like an enraged beast, trying to grab Teng Zijing by the collar.
But before his hand could touch the other person, Teng Zijing raised his foot and kicked him in the lower abdomen unexpectedly.
Yu Fei groaned, staggered back a few steps, and fell heavily onto the sofa.
Before he could get up, Teng Zijing stepped forward, stepped on his chest, and looked down at him.
His eyes were as cold as ice: "I'm not in a good mood. If you come to me and ask for a beating, don't blame me for being rude."
Yu Fei struggled, his chest hurting from being stepped on, but he still stared at him stubbornly, his voice hoarse:
"Why did Antai Company suddenly collapse? Was it you who did it? Teng Zijing, you fucking bastard!
I've already given Sister An Yu to you, and this is how you treat her? Playing dirty is nothing, if you dare, let me go and fight you one-on-one!"
Teng Zijing sneered, and stepped a little harder, saying word by word: "One on one? You are not worthy."
He leaned over, his eyes filled with contempt, "Who do you think you are? You come to the company and question me.
An Yu has always belonged to me, Teng Zijing, and has nothing to do with you, Yu Fei.
Why don't you use your pig brain? Why do you think that I, Teng Zijing, was responsible for An Tai's incident? "
"Why?" Yu Fei was so angry that he was shaking all over, "Before I confirmed my relationship with you, An Tai was fine!
Sister An and Uncle An and Aunt Lou just signed Sister An's property notarization agreement at Fengteng.
This kind of thing happened not long ago. If it wasn't you, Teng Zijing, who else could be so bored and kill everyone? Isn't that your usual method, Master Jing?"
Teng Zijing's patience seemed to be exhausted by Yu Fei's roar. He lowered his eyes and stared at Yu Fei's red eyes, his tone cold and hard, not allowing any argument:
"I don't have time to play with you, you'd better be quiet."
He suddenly withdrew his foot that was stepping on the other person's chest, and grabbed Yu Fei's collar with his backhand, with such force that he almost lifted him up.
Yu Fei was caught off guard and staggered. He struggled and kicked his legs: "Let go! Where are you taking me?"
Teng Zijing didn't respond at all, and dragged him towards the office door like a sack.
Yu Fei's leather shoes scraped against the floor in a panic, and the collar of his shirt was torn out of shape, but he didn't dare to roar anymore.
He could tell that the man in front of him was really angry, and that he would get into trouble if he continued.
The metal door of the president's exclusive elevator slowly slid open. Teng Zijing pushed Yu Fei in, followed him in, and pressed the button for the first floor.
The mirror in the elevator reflected the tense faces of the two people. Yu Fei turned his head and stared at the jumping numbers. His chest still ached slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.
The elevator arrived at the lobby with a ding. As the door opened a crack, I heard a whisper of discussion coming from the front desk.
The lady who had been held hostage had red eyes and said to the security guards and colleagues who had gathered around:
"Luckily, that person was still reasonable and let go once we got into the elevator, so I didn't get hurt..."
Someone nearby immediately chimed in: "You really can't tell what young people are like nowadays. They look perfectly normal, but when they go crazy they're terrifying."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Teng Zijing and Yu Fei coming out of the elevator, and everyone's voices suddenly stopped, as if the pause button was pressed.
The hall was so quiet that the sound of the air conditioner could be heard. The security guards hurriedly stood up straight, and the receptionist subconsciously adjusted her clothes. They shouted in unison, "Master Jing."
Teng Zijing put his hands in his trouser pockets and glanced at everyone. His tone was indistinguishable from his emotion. "Looks like everyone is free today?"
The leading security captain's face turned pale and he quickly bowed: "I'm sorry, Master Jing, it's our fault for not stopping him and letting him—"
"Go down." Teng Zijing interrupted him, his eyes fell on the receptionist, he took out a wad of money from his inner pocket and stuffed it into her hand.
His tone slowed down slightly, and he said gently, "You have a day off tomorrow. Go to the hospital for a checkup. It counts as paid leave. Go back!"
"Thank you, Master Jing." The young lady thanked him hurriedly, her voice trembling a little.
Teng Zijing didn't look at the others anymore and walked straight to the company door. The tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed until the two figures disappeared outside the door.
The security guards breathed a sigh of relief, and the low chatter at the front desk began to rise again, but this time, no one dared to say anything out of line.