60: Chapter 63 The Maybach Arrives, The Trap of the Super Rich

Fang Jiming was wearing a casual suit of an unrecognizable brand but excellent quality, and he stepped out of the car in a pair of shiny leather shoes.

He wore a pair of sunglasses and toyed with a lighter in his hand, radiating the aura of a top-tier tycoon who treated money like dirt.

Boss Ma recognized Old Chen at a glance as the assistant to the big boss who drove the Rolls-Royce yesterday, and immediately went up to greet him with a bowing and scraping manner.

"Oh my, Boss, you've finally arrived. The road to this dump isn't easy to travel; I hope it didn't scratch your luxury car, did it?"

Old Chen kept a straight face and blocked Boss Ma.

"This is Director Fang from our investment group. He has come personally today to see your OEM capabilities."

Boss Ma's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot. The wrinkles on his face were so scrunched up from smiling that they could crush a fly.

"Hello, Director Fang, hello! Please, come inside. I'll have someone turn the fans up to the maximum right away."

Fang Jiming took off his sunglasses, scanned the dilapidated two-story building, and took out a handkerchief to cover his nose.

"Boss Ma, I have fifty million in pocket money on this card that I'm planning to invest in clothing foreign trade in Nanqiao City, but your place doesn't look like it can handle my order."

His tone was full of disdain.

When Boss Ma heard the number fifty million, his eyes almost popped out, and his breathing became heavy.

"Director Fang, don't judge by the fact that my place is a dump. The workers under me are incredibly efficient; they can work twenty-four hours a day without ever complaining of fatigue."

"Oh, is that so?"

Fang Jiming stepped into the dim, illicit workshop, where a few old sewing machines were set up, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of inferior dyes and machine oil.

In the corner stood a thick iron pillar, and at its base was a broken nylon rope, stained with dark red blood.

Fang Jiming's gaze lingered on the rope for a second, and he could barely suppress the anger in his heart.

He turned around to look at the sweating Boss Ma, pulled a thick commercial contract out of his pocket, and slammed it onto the grease-stained table.

"Boss Ma, enough nonsense. I have an initial order of three million here, with a profit of at least one million. Do you dare to take it?"

Boss Ma was trembling with excitement and reached out to touch the contract.

"I dare, I dare! Director Fang, you are my savior. I will work myself to death to get this order done for you."

Fang Jiming reached out to press down on the contract and looked at him coldly.

"Don't be so hasty, Boss Ma. Our group values compliance and legality in business; I can't just give you this three million for nothing."

"Just give the word, Director Fang. Tell me how much of a kickback you want."

"Do you think I'm short of that little kickback? What I want is rules."

Fang Jiming pulled over a relatively clean chair and sat down, and Old Chen immediately handed him a cigar and lit it for him.

"Foreign trade orders have to pass international audits. Your workshop must have complete employment records and asset proof, otherwise, I can't transfer this money."

Boss Ma was stunned for a moment and rubbed his hands together, feeling a bit guilty.

"Director Fang, this is an illicit workshop, where would I have any formal employment records?"

"If you don't have them, then forge one for me. Write the names and ID numbers of everyone working here on a piece of paper, press your fingerprint on it, and give it to me."

Fang Jiming exhaled a smoke ring and watched him quietly through the smoke.

"Also, your asset list. List everything under your name, sign it, and press your fingerprint. This is the collateral for doing big business."

Boss Ma hesitated.

Although he was a gambler, he wasn't stupid; he knew there was a risk in handing over his background details.

Fang Jiming sneered, stood up, and made a move to leave.

"Old Chen, take the contract. We'll go to the clothing factory called Dafu on the next street. It doesn't matter who earns this three million."

"Don't, don't, don't! Director Fang, please stay."

Boss Ma panicked completely.

A profit of one million was enough for him to pay off his gambling debts and live comfortably for several years; he absolutely couldn't let this fat piece of meat go.

"I'll write it, I'll write it right now. I'll prepare the employment list and the asset list for you immediately."

Boss Ma found paper and pen, lay on the table, and began to write names frantically. Fifty meters away from the workshop, at a hidden street corner, Director Su Nianwei was sitting in the backseat of a taxi wearing an inconspicuous tracksuit, holding binoculars and watching the maybach at the workshop entrance.

She watched as Fang Jiming used that high-and-mighty capitalist style to play Boss Ma like a fiddle, and her shock was beyond measure.

Was this still that new substitute teacher who had been left speechless by her in the office?

This set of skilled commercial pressure and psychological maneuvering was far superior to those old foxes who had been in the business world for many years.

"What kind of monster is this guy exactly?"

Director Su Nianwei bit her lip and muttered to herself.

Inside the workshop, Boss Ma held two sheets of paper filled with writing in both hands and handed them to Fang Jiming.

"Director Fang, please take a look. This is the list of all the names and my asset proof. I've pressed my fingerprints on them."

Fang Jiming took the papers and scanned them, his gaze fixing on the last line of the employment list.

Su Xiaoxiao, seventeen years old, no ID number.

The evidence was in hand.

Fang Jiming folded the list and put it into the inner pocket of his suit, then looked at Boss Ma and flashed a brilliant smile.

"Boss Ma, you are very efficient in your work; I like that."

"Then, Director Fang, can we sign the contract now? When will the advance payment be transferred?"

Fang Jiming patted Boss Ma's shoulder, with enough force to make Boss Ma's shoulder sink.

"The contract isn't urgent. First, call the people out for me to see, especially this one named Su Xiaoxiao on the list."

Boss Ma's expression changed drastically, and he stuttered as he took two steps back.

"Director Fang, this girl is sick today and didn't come to work. She's lying in the woodshed in the backyard."

The smile faded from Fang Jiming's face, and he kicked over the wooden table in front of him. The huge sound echoed in the narrow workshop, and the two bodyguards brought by Old Chen immediately blocked the door.

"Old Chen, close the net."

The loud noise of the wooden table being kicked over scared Boss Ma so much that he collapsed onto the ground.

Seeing the terrifying aura of Fang Jiming after his change in demeanor, he finally realized that something was wrong.

"Director Fang, what do you mean by this? Aren't we here to talk business?"

Boss Ma's voice was trembling as he was still trying to salvage the situation.

Fang Jiming looked down at him from above.

"I'm afraid of dirtying my money by talking business with an animal like you."

He turned his head to look at the broken wooden door leading to the backyard.

"Old Chen, smash the door down for me."

Old Chen waved his hand, and the two bodyguards stepped forward and kicked the door, causing it to collapse heavily and stir up a cloud of dust.

The backyard was a narrow space piled with waste, and in the corner was a woodshed built with sheet metal, with a large, rusty lock hanging on the door.

Fang Jiming strode over, picked up an iron rod from the side, and smashed it hard against the lock. After a few heavy blows, the lock fell off, and he pushed open the sheet metal door.

The narrow, stuffy woodshed gave off a nauseating, moldy smell.

Su Xiaoxiao was tied to a wooden pillar with a rough hemp rope, a rag stuffed in her mouth. Her hair was disheveled and scattered over her face, and her exposed wrists and ankles were covered with bloodstains from being bound. She was curled up in the corner, shivering.

Fang Jiming's eyes turned red when he saw this scene, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

He dropped the iron rod and rushed over, his hands trembling slightly as he untied the hemp rope on Su Xiaoxiao and pulled the rag out of her mouth.

"Su Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid. Teacher is here."

Hearing this familiar voice, the light finally returned to Su Xiaoxiao's dull eyes. Looking at the man in front of her, dressed in an expensive suit but with eyes full of heartache, tears welled up in her eyes, and she threw herself into Fang Jiming's arms and began to wail.

"Teacher Fang, I thought I would never see you again."

Fang Jiming took off his suit jacket, wrapped it around Su Xiaoxiao's frail body, and gently patted her back.

"It's okay now. Teacher will take you home."

In the workshop lobby, Boss Ma saw this scene and completely panicked, scrambling and crawling in an attempt to run outside.

"You are trespassing on private property! I'm going to call the police to arrest you."

"You don't need to call; the police are already here."

A cold voice came from outside the door.

Director Su Nianwei walked into the workshop with the official document from the Education Bureau stamped with the official seal, followed by several heavily armed police officers.

The leading police officer took one look at the situation on the scene and pulled out handcuffs, walking straight towards Boss Ma.

"Boss Ma, you are suspected of illegal detention and forced labor of a minor. Come with us."

Boss Ma was still struggling frantically.

"Officer, you've made a mistake. I'm her stepfather; what law have I broken by disciplining my own daughter?"

Fang Jiming comforted Su Xiaoxiao, pulled the employment list that Boss Ma had personally signed and fingerprinted from his pocket, and slammed it into his face.

"Open your dog eyes and look clearly. This is the employment list you wrote yourself. Su Xiaoxiao's household registration was maliciously canceled by you seven years ago; legally, she has no relationship with you whatsoever."

Fang Jiming walked up to Boss Ma and looked at him.

"You are suspected of commercial fraud, illegal detention, hiring illegal workers, and forging a death certificate. With this combo, you can spend the rest of your life sewing in prison."

Boss Ma looked at that piece of paper, and his whole body went limp on the ground as if his strength had been drained, feeling completely hopeless.

The police quickly secured the scene and took away Boss Ma and several illegal workers in the workshop.

Director Su Nianwei walked to Fang Jiming's side, looking at Su Xiaoxiao, who was being protected behind him, and a flash of complex emotion crossed her eyes.

"Fang Jiming, your strategy of drawing the firewood from under the cauldron was really ruthless; you even fooled me."

"To deal with evil people, you have to be even more evil than them, otherwise how can I protect my student?"

Fang Jiming helped Su Xiaoxiao into the maybach outside, turned around, and took a kraft paper envelope from Old Chen's hand, then handed the envelope to Su Xiaoxiao.

"Open it and see."

Su Xiaoxiao opened the envelope with trembling hands, and a brand-new dark red household registration book slid out, along with a certificate of identity restoration stamped with the official seal of the Public Security Bureau.

The first page of the household registration book clearly printed her name.

Su Xiaoxiao.

"Is, is this for me?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Fang Jiming in disbelief.

"Chen Jianhua mobilized The Foundation's legal team and the highest-level connections to get it reissued for you overnight."

Fang Jiming touched her head, his voice becoming incredibly gentle.

"From today on, you are no longer an unregistered person. You are a proper, upright person, and no one can bully you again."

Su Xiaoxiao hugged the household registration book tightly, buried her face in it, and sobbed uncontrollably.

This was the most precious gift she had received in her seventeen years.

A gift of seeing the light of day again.

Director Su Nianwei stood by and watched this scene, and a hard line of defense deep in her heart shattered completely. She looked at Fang Jiming's rogue-like face and suddenly felt that this substitute teacher who was full of nonsense was ten thousand times more noble than those sanctimonious bureaucrats in the Education Bureau.

"Teacher Fang, it seems that my evaluation report needs to be completely overturned and rewritten."

Director Su Nianwei said softly.

"Write whatever you want, as long as you don't deduct my salary."

Fang Jiming shrugged indifferently, and just then, a series of dense system notifications suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Ding, detected that core student Su Xiaoxiao has completed her ultimate transformation and escaped her life predicament.]

[Reward host 1000 points of teacher morality, reward an additional 50 million in cash, which has been legally transferred to The Foundation's account.]

The corners of Fang Jiming's mouth couldn't help but curl up; this move was an absolute win.