867: Chapter 862 Mutual Attack

Franz shivered.

He looked out at the pitch-black night sky and made a silent vow.

In the future, he absolutely, absolutely must not anger this man.

How could this be a boss?

This was clearly a devil wearing a suit.

However...

Thinking of the unlucky Pei Jue who was about to arrive,

Franz's lips couldn't help but curve upwards again.

Before, only he had to suffer alone.

Now, he had someone to take the blame.

And it was someone who was once an arrogant smiling tiger.

It seemed the days ahead would be very lively.

"Guang Ke."

Shen Yan suddenly spoke.

"After you get home, prepare an office for Pei Jue."

"Right next to Franz's."

"Also, set the air conditioning in his office to 18.9 Hertz as well."

Franz, who was drinking water, almost spat it out.

Chen Guangke grinned, revealing a mouthful of bright white teeth.

"Got it, Brother Yan."

"I'll arrange it right away."

"I guarantee he'll feel the company's 'warmth' the moment he walks in."

Franz looked at these two men.

He suddenly felt a bit sorry for Pei Jue, who hadn't even boarded the plane yet.

This was the consequence of offending Shen Yan.

Not only did you have to work for him,

You also had to be played to death by him.

Was this the sinister face of a capitalist?

It smelled so good.

On the top floor of the Shenyan Group Tower, the air pressure was so low it was suffocating.

Pei Jue sat in front of the narrow, one-meter-twenty wide cabinet-style desk, his face as pale as if he had just been fished out of formalin.

The custom-made shirt that was once perfectly pressed now clung damply to his back.

His stomach felt like it was filled with a drum washing machine, churning violently at maximum speed.

"Ugh—"

Pei Jue abruptly covered his mouth, grabbed the trash can near the desk, and dry-heaved a few times, only spitting out a few mouthfuls of sour bile.

This was the power of the 18.9 Hertz infrasound.

Even though he was a tough guy who could chat and laugh with pirates in Somalia, in the face of this physical attack directly targeting the central nervous system, he was as fragile as a sheet of paper.

The glass wall of the office next door was being knocked on with a loud thud.

Franz's punchable face was plastered against the glass, and he was holding up a writing board.

It was written in extremely sloppy Chinese: Times vomited today: 8, a new record, keep it up.

Pei Jue stared fixedly at that face, his eyeballs bloodshot behind his gold-rimmed glasses, wishing he could smash the stapler in his hand over.

But he restrained himself.

He was no longer the big shot Pei who spent money like water, but a Level One Specialist, number 09, in the Shenyan Group's Procurement Department.

His monthly salary was five thousand, minus the compensation for two plates he broke in the company cafeteria.

Shen Yan sat in his large boss chair, facing an entire wall of surveillance screens.

He held a freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea, wisps of steam rising, blurring his calm face.

A system panel was flickering with a line of pale blue numbers on his retina.

[Detected Employee Pei Jue's resentment value breaking 9, converted to work motivation, current procurement efficiency increased by 300%.]

[Today's random intelligence has been refreshed: The M Country embargo list will be updated in three hours; high-purity monocrystalline silicon will be listed under Tier 1 control.]

Shen Yan put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the desk.

"asking heaven."

An emotionless electronic synthesized voice came from the air.

"Present, Sir."

"Send this list to Pei Jue. Tell him if he cannot procure two tons of monocrystalline silicon within three hours, next month's salary will be used to offset the air conditioning electricity bill."

"Command received."

In the adjacent office, Pei Jue almost choked when he saw the red-headed document suddenly pop up on his computer screen.

Three hours? Two tons?

And right before that old lunatic in M Country was about to sign the ban?

This was clearly forcing someone to their death.

But he didn't complain, he didn't even show that signature hypocritical fake smile.

He quickly grabbed the desk phone, his fingers flying across the keypad, dialing an eighteen-digit encrypted number.

"Hello, it's me, it's Pei Jue."

"No nonsense. I know where I am, and I know how much I owe."

"I need two tons of monocrystalline silicon, spot goods, in Warehouse 7 at Seattle Port."

"I know it's contraband, so I need you to act now: change the bill of lading, change the packaging, and disguise it as construction waste."

"Can't do it? If you can't, I'll send the evidence of your money laundering in Las Vegas three years ago to the FBI."

Pei Jue's voice was hoarse yet venomous, like a wolf driven to a dead end.

At this moment, the formidable figure who dominated the underground logistics network seemed to have returned.

It was just that his background noise was occasionally punctuated by suppressed dry heaves.

Ten minutes later, Pei Jue hung up the phone, collapsing onto the chair as if drained of energy.

He fished out a strip of cheap motion sickness pills from his pocket, popped out two, and swallowed them dry.

Shen Yan watched this scene on the monitor, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Indeed, only evil needs to be tempered by greater evil.

Putting someone like Pei Jue in a comfortable environment was a waste; only by throwing him into a meat grinder could his purest value be squeezed out.

A month passed in a flurry of chaos.

Pei Jue was a smart person, or rather, a creature with extremely strong adaptive ability.

He quickly figured out the pattern of the infrasound generator.

Although he couldn't afford the high-end anti-phase sound wave device like Chen Guangke's, he bought twenty catties of soundproof cotton from Pinduoduo.

He covered his cramped office until it looked like the intensive care unit of a mental hospital.

Although it was ugly, the dizzying sensation that made people want to vomit finally disappeared.

With his body feeling better, his mind became more active.

Pei Jue was never one to just take a beating without fighting back.

Since he couldn't afford to provoke Shen Yan, couldn't he deal with that blonde madman?

On Monday morning, Franz walked into the laboratory whistling as usual.

He was just about to start the prototype of the three-hundred-million-dollar particle collider.

Suddenly, he noticed the red lights on the control panel flashing like a disco ball.

"What's going on? Insufficient energy?"

Franz, running a hand through his messy blonde hair, yelled into his headset.

"'asking heaven,' check the power supply line!"

The AI's cold voice sounded.

"Power supply line is normal, but the Procurement Department just cut off the liquid nitrogen supply."

"The reason given is: According to the Group's new energy-saving and emission-reduction regulations, the laboratory's liquid nitrogen consumption exceeds the standard. A five-thousand-word written application must be submitted and approved by the Procurement Department before supply can be restored."

Franz froze.

He rushed out of the laboratory straight to the Procurement Department next door.

Pei Jue was sitting amidst the pile of soundproof cotton, holding an enamel mug printed with "Serving the People," slowly blowing the foam off his tea.

His gold-rimmed glasses were back on his nose, and his shirt was impeccably ironed.

Although he was still the five-thousand-a-month Employee, his aura at that moment was like that of a leader inspecting work.

"Pei Jue! Are you insane?!"

Franz kicked the doorframe, shaking several pieces of soundproof cotton precariously.

"That's a particle collider! Not your family's refrigerator! If it's not cooled by liquid nitrogen, it will explode!"