142: Chapter 142 Zhang Jing's Connections

The people in the various booths of the nightclub had all stood up, and some sitting at the edge booths were even smashing the drinks that had just been served onto the floor, with the sound of shattering bottles ringing out one after another.

Zhang Xing and Qian Lin listened with grim expressions to the foul language filling their ears; the hostesses had already been sent away. Qian Lin suddenly turned and headed toward the elevator; he had only come to Sichuan Province for a vacation, not to listen to others cursing his entire family.

"Damn it, just you wait!"

Zhang Xing kicked over the table in front of him, glared fiercely at the crowd below, and then also walked toward the elevator entrance.

Brother Hong was still putting on a vigorous performance on stage:

"Brothers, this fake alcohol can kill people! Even if it doesn't kill you, you'll probably be miserable for days. This place doesn't treat us like human beings at all! We should demand compensation! Refund today's expenses!"

Then, he raised his arms and shouted: "Refund the money, pay compensation!"

The young toughs below looked up at their boss on stage, the theme song of Young and Dangerous seemingly playing in their minds. This boss was really standing up for them, and they followed suit, raising their arms and shouting along.

"Fuck you! Refund! Compensation!"

The other guests in the nightclub were swept up in the momentum and started causing a scene as well. Only some customers in the inner booths, who hadn't suffered any losses and didn't want to get involved, quietly left the scene.

A promoter, hearing the massive roar outside, said with a tremble: "Bro—Brother, where—where is security? Get them out here to handle this."

The manager, several promoters, and even the DJs were hiding backstage, not daring to go out. The nightclub's security was actually just for show; if two or three people caused trouble, the dozen or so security guards might rely on their numbers to quell it, but now that the entire nightclub with hundreds of people was causing a scene, those dozen guards had long since run off to who knows where.

To quote a common saying: "For a salary of three or five thousand a month, why would you risk your life?"

"Yeah, Manager, hurry and get security out here."

"Manager, I was hired by you to perform. This matter has nothing to do with me, and you need to compensate us for the loss of reputation."

The manager was getting fed up with their bickering and slammed his hand onto the table in front of him with a "Bang!"

He first looked at the promoters in front of him and said: "What are you arguing about? Huh! The shop hasn't collapsed yet!"

Seeing their manager lose his temper, the promoters all shrank their heads and didn't dare to speak.

The manager then looked at the bearded DJ and the sharp-faced DJ to the side, and with a smirk, said: "The two of you should know whose turf this is. This is Master Qin's turf. I won't say much more, but ensuring you two have nowhere to stay in all of Sichuan Province is something I can definitely do."

The bearded man and the sharp-faced man exchanged glances and didn't dare to speak. After all, what the manager said was true, and Sichuan Province was their base of operations; outside of Sichuan Province, they had neither connections nor popularity.

The manager changed his tone and added: "Of course, I believe you two were just scared and spoke without thinking, so this matter won't be reported to those above. Since you were frightened today, on top of your agreed remuneration, our shop will give you an additional 10% as a consolation fee. How does that sound?"

The two looked at each other, and then the bearded man gave a thumbs up and said: "Manager, you're generous. We have no problem with that."

Having pacified the internal situation, the manager hurriedly took out his phone and called his superior. "Hello, Brother San, this is Little Li. Something has happened on my end..."

Inside one of the side booths of the nightclub, a sleazy-looking middle-aged man in his thirties and a youth in his twenties covered in acne were staring at each other.

The youth looked at the middle-aged man with an expression of disbelief, and even a bit of grievance: "Boss, did you find someone else behind my back?"

The middle-aged man was startled, as if a sense of guilt had been placed upon him. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Huh? I'm the boss, and he's my employee, not my wife. What the hell is this feeling of betrayal and guilt?

"Smack!" A crisp slap landed on the back of the young man's head, and the young man's eyes instantly cleared up.

The middle-aged man said irritably: "You brat, if you dare to say something like that again or look at me with that kind of gaze, I'll beat you to death today."

After speaking, he looked at Brother Hong, who was fanning the flames on the main stage, and rubbing his stubbled chin, said: "I don't know where this idiot came from. I remember that only our agency was supposed to be in this shop!"

Then, realizing it didn't matter, he waved his hand dismissively: "Forget it. Either way, the goal is achieved. The client's requirement for us was just to expose this nightclub's fake alcohol and make a big scene."

"Anyway, our mission is complete. Let's film the video, contact the client, and then retreat. If we wait until the client's people arrive, it won't be easy to leave."

After saying this, he pulled out his Xiaomi phone that he had been using for two or three years, stood on the table to look around, sent the video, and then took the youth and ran toward the back door amidst the surrounding chaos.

Less than ten minutes after the two left, a team of fully armed police officers walked in and began to suppress the noisy crowd. After understanding the ins and outs of the matter, all the staff of the nightclub were successively taken into police cars.

At the same time, across all of Chengdu, more than ten bars and nightclubs named Neon Black Market all erupted with fake alcohol incidents, and teams of people were taken into police cars.

Twenty or thirty hotels named Binzhi were hit by an anti-pornography and anti-illegal activity campaign, all with results. A dozen or so KTVs named Yeyun were also strictly investigated for fake cigarettes, fake alcohol, illegal gambling, and prostitution-related incidents, all with solid evidence.

It could be said that overnight, eighty percent of the Qin Family's businesses were directly sealed off, resulting in huge losses.

Su Ye looked curiously at Zhang Jing, who was commanding operations from the desk opposite him, and asked: "Brother Jing, how did you manage to get those liquor manufacturers to cooperate with us? You have to know that when Manager Liu went to negotiate before, he hit a wall several times."

Zhang Jing calmly pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and with a gentle smile on his face, said: "It's actually very simple. Guangyao International basically monopolizes half of the flow of high-level talent in all of Daxia. In other words, as long as someone is an executive in Daxia, they have a corresponding file at Guangyao International. It's very easy to find out their problems."

"Among these individuals, three of them were placed by me previously, so I have that much face. After all, Yuanda Logistics really does have a better price-performance ratio. As for the others, I just need to get them removed and then push an acquaintance into their position. You know, wanting to promote someone might be difficult, but wanting to get someone removed is very easy."

This was the first time Su Ye had witnessed the connections of a top headhunter who had been immersed in the headhunting industry for over ten years.

However, Su Ye was not envious at all. He believed that soon his own connections would surpass Zhang Jing's, and his connections would not just be in the business world, but more importantly, in the official circles where power is concentrated.

Give him ten years, and his connections would spread across the globe.