Chapter 177 Li Jiajun: I understand!

Looking at the line of text on his phone screen, Wang Dachui felt terrified, yet he also sensed an indescribable feeling of familiarity.

"You wouldn't want the whole internet to know that Li Family Toy Factory is a scam, would you?"

Wang Dachui blinked, mulling over these words repeatedly.

"You wouldn't want..."

"You wouldn't want..."

His brain buzzed.

This sentence structure.

This tone.

Isn't this f*cking the standard opening line used by bosses when threatening beautiful wives in those Little Sun action movies?!

'Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to lose his job, would you?'

'Madam, you wouldn't want your child to be bullied at school, would you?'

'Manager Wang, you wouldn't want the whole internet to know that Li Family Toy Factory is a scam, would you?'

Wang Dachui shuddered, a chill running straight up his spine that made his scalp tingle.

"Damn it, this sentence structure is just too familiar, isn't it?"

"Why would this Bearded Man use this tone to talk to me?"

Under the high pressure, Wang Dachui's not-so-brilliant brain began to race toward a ridiculous, yet seemingly "reasonable" conclusion for him.

He recalled the Bearded Man's WeChat profile picture he had seen earlier.

Full of whiskers, looking fierce and menacing, but with very deep, intense eyes.

He also remembered his experience going on a business trip to City 0 when he was young.

In that city full of tolerance and love, he had heard quite a few rumors.

It was said that in those circles over there, many of these guys with beards who looked very mighty were actually, well, that type.

Moreover, they loved his type—slightly chubby, a bit meaty, and looking honest and simple!

(PS: The above are all Wang Dachui's views, unrelated to the author, and do not involve any regional issues.)

"Hiss!"

Wang Dachui gasped, subconsciously clutching his chest with both hands.

A thought grew wildly in his mind.

'Could it be...'

'This Bearded Man, he doesn't care about any toys, nor does he care about those fifty million?'

'He went to such great lengths, first sending money, then over-praising me, and finally threatening me with such suggestive words.'

'His real goal is, actually, me?!'

Wang Dachui was badly frightened by his own deduction.

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense!

Why, knowing he was a "scammer," did the other party not call the police and instead give him three days?

Why did the other party use that ambiguous "You wouldn't want..." as a threat?

This was clearly implying to him: if you want to solve the problem, you have to show some sincerity!

And since he couldn't provide the goods, this sincerity could only be...

"Compensate with my body?!"

Wang Dachui covered his mouth in horror, but a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

If it were for himself, he would rather die than submit.

But!

Now the factory's reputation was hanging by a thread, and the boss's reputation was in jeopardy!

If the other party called the police or exposed them, Li Family Toy Factory would be finished!

The boss would become a rat crossing the street!

As the boss's most loyal subordinate, as the factory's head manager.

Since he couldn't provide the goods, could he use his own body to appease the other party's anger, so they wouldn't call the police or expose them?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt this method was feasible.

In fact, it was the only feasible method at the moment!

'Big Hammer, oh Big Hammer.'

'Raise an army for a thousand days, use them for a moment.'

'For the boss, for the factory, just sacrifice yourself a little!'

'Isn't it just getting done by that thing? Just endure it and it'll pass! At worst, just pretend it was a dog bite!'

In his mind, he even pictured the tragic scene of himself tearfully walking into that Bearded Man's room to protect the factory.

At that moment, he was moved by his own greatness.

However, being moved was one thing, but the physiological fear was still insurmountable.

Wang Dachui curled up helplessly in the corner of the office, hugging his legs, like a young girl about to be sent to the altar, weak and pitiful.

He buried his head in his knees, trembling all over.

In his despair, a more ridiculous thought suddenly popped into his mind:

'If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have eaten chili peppers recently.'

He was from Lu Province, and although he could eat a bit of spice, he had been feeling a bit uncomfortable down there lately due to internal heat.

If it were to be ravaged on top of that...

Wang Dachui was not only overcome with grief, but also began to worry:

'I wonder if it's easy to get an appointment at the anorectal department now.'

'Should I book an Expert appointment online in advance?'

'What if I have a massive hemorrhage then? Would it count as a work-related injury? Would the boss reimburse me?'

Countless messy thoughts raced through his mind, leaving him in a state of semi-collapse.

He curled up in the corner of the office for a full hour.

Finally, he stood up shakily.

"Whatever."

"Death it is!"

Wang Dachui wiped the cold sweat from his face, his eyes vacant, his steps unsteady.

After all, this trip might leave his "chrysanthemum withered, scars all over the ground," and whether he would have the face to see the boss again was unknown.

He walked through the factory, lost in soul.

He passed by the empty workshop and the once-glorious production line, the sadness in his eyes deepening.

Finally, he walked unconsciously outside Li Jiajun's office.

Inside the office, Li Jiajun's full-voiced, ecstatic laughter suddenly erupted.

"Hahahaha! I have realized it! I have finally realized it!"