449: Chapter 449 Chen Wu's Common Tactics

Scarface let out a shrill scream, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

His wrist had been bent backward by Shen Yan at an extremely strange angle.

The intense, bone-dislocating pain twisted his entire face.

Shen Yan's hand was like an iron clamp, gripping him tightly, rendering him unable to move.

"Go back and tell Chen Wu."

Shen Yan leaned close to his ear and spoke softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Don't embarrass yourself by using such low-class tricks."

Chen Wu!

Hearing this name, Scarface's pupils contracted sharply.

The pain on his face was instantly replaced by terror.

How could he know...

"If there's a next time,"

Shen Yan's voice remained calm, yet carried a bone-chilling coldness, "it won't just be your wrist that breaks."

The twenty-plus subordinates behind Scarface saw their boss subdued and immediately swarmed forward with a 'hula' sound, steel pipes and wrenches appearing in their hands at some unknown time.

"Let go of our boss!"

"Kid, you're tired of living!"

Fang Jian and the workers turned pale with fright.

If a fight broke out, how could President Shen possibly handle them alone?

However, Shen Yan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He released his grip and tossed Scarface out as if throwing away trash.

Scarface staggered back a few steps, was supported by his subordinates, and grimaced in pain while clutching his dislocated wrist.

Shen Yan scanned the group of burly men holding weapons and spoke slowly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Think clearly before you act."

"This construction site is equipped with high-definition surveillance cameras covering every single angle, 360 degrees."

"Your faces, your license plates, and exactly how your leader threatened Manager Fang just now have all been recorded."

"If any of you dare to touch a single hair on my head today."

He paused, a cold arc curving at the corner of his mouth.

"Tomorrow, your entire families will disappear from S City."

"I am not joking with you."

That sentence was like a basin of ice water poured over everyone's heads.

Those twenty-plus strong men all froze.

Looking at Shen Yan's young yet expressionless face, a chilling sensation inexplicably rose in their hearts.

This was not an empty threat.

It was a statement of fact.

A statement of power capable of eradicating them completely.

Scarface clutched his wrist, staring fixedly at Shen Yan, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

But in the end, he did not dare to give the order again.

He knew he had run into a tough opponent today.

"Let's go!"

He squeezed three words out between his teeth, turned, and ducked into the van in the middle.

The others sullenly put away their tools and sheepishly got into their vehicles.

The three Jinbei vans hastily turned around, leaving behind a cloud of black smoke as they fled the scene in disarray.

Silence, as if deathly still, returned to the construction site.

All the workers stared at Shen Yan, dumbfounded.

Their expressions had shifted from worry to awe.

Fang Jian was also deeply shocked. He quickly walked over to Shen Yan's side.

"President Shen, are you alright?"

Shen Yan shook his head and glanced at the few tanker trucks blocking the entrance.

"Let them all in. Don't delay the construction schedule."

His tone had returned to that emotionless flatness.

It was as if the imminent conflict just moments ago had been a trivial, insignificant matter.

"Yes, yes!"

Fang Jian quickly nodded and turned to direct traffic.

Shen Yan then walked into the site's temporary office.

It was a room converted from a container, containing only one desk, a few chairs, and the walls covered with various engineering blueprints.

He poured himself a glass of water.

Soon, Fang Jian, having arranged matters, also walked in.

He closed the door, his face still showing lingering fear and gratitude.

"President Shen, thank goodness for you today, otherwise..."

Shen Yan raised his hand, cutting off his words.

"When did it start?"

Fang Jian sighed, the wrinkles on his face bunching up.

"It started the day after the foundation-laying ceremony last week."

"They come every day?"

"Every day, twice a day, more punctual than office workers," Fang Jian looked helpless.

"They don't hit anyone or smash anything; they just demand money."

"When I refused to pay, they started using this soft knife to wear me down."

"Sometimes they block the main gate, preventing material trucks from entering. Other times they go scare the workers, saying this land used to be a graveyard and anyone working here will have bad luck."

"The workers all have families. They believe these things the most. With them causing trouble like this, morale has plummeted, and seven or eight experienced foremen have already resigned."

Shen Yan listened quietly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk.

"Did you call the police?"

"I did," Fang Jian's expression became even more bitter.

"But it was useless. As soon as the police arrived, they ran faster than rabbits. The moment the police left, they were back again."

"Just as I said, they don't hit or smash, so the police can't do anything about them. At most, it's a reprimand and education; they don't even qualify for detention."

"I even spoke to the police station leader in this district and slipped them something, but they said this group of people are stubborn thugs, and even they find them troublesome."

Shen Yan nodded.

These were indeed the tactics someone like Chen Wu would use.

Insidious, disgusting, making you unable to vent your anger.

Using the smallest cost to drag down your project schedule.

Every day the construction period was delayed, the money burned away was an astronomical figure.

"How much have you lost?" Shen Yan asked.

"Lost wages, breach of contract fees, plus the cost of losing workers—all tallied up, it's nearly a million," Fang Jian's face was filled with heartache.

Shen Yan's gaze turned cold.

One million.

Chen Wu was trying to use one million to disgust him over a project worth billions.

"I understand."

Shen Yan stood up.

"Soothe the remaining workers. Tell them that I will triple their wages for the days they couldn't work."

"Additionally, give every person a five-thousand-dollar goodwill bonus."

"Tell them to work with peace of mind. Starting tomorrow, no one will come to cause trouble again."

Fang Jian was stunned.

"President Shen, this..."

"Do as I say."

Shen Yan's tone admitted no argument.

He turned and walked back into the dusty construction site, his gaze sweeping over the machines that had started up again, and the workers whose faces still held shock and gratitude.

Fang Jian watched Shen Yan's retreating back, his lips moved, but in the end, he just nodded heavily.

He knew that this young boss would do exactly what he said he would.

Starting tomorrow, no one would really come to cause trouble on this site again.

Shen Yan did not leave immediately.

He walked to a corner and dialed an encrypted phone.

The phone rang only once before being answered.

"Speak."

On the other end of the line was a slightly hoarse male voice whose age was hard to discern.

"I'm sending you a file."

Shen Yan's voice was kept very low, as if talking to himself.

"It concerns Chen Wu and his father, Chen Jianguo."

"You know how to use the contents inside."

"Mm."