Supremely Talented Tyrant

However, his charming smile, in Shu Ya\'s eyes, was just full of intense disgust!

At that moment, Shu Ya looked at Zhao Ziliang expressionlessly, her intelligent eyes seeming to see through everything:

"I don\'t think it\'s a misunderstanding. If I\'m not mistaken, it was my dad who sent you, right?"

Like him, Shu Ya was a top Harvard graduate, finishing first in her class. When she took an IQ test, her score was an impressive 185.

For such a high-intellect genius, all of Zhao Ziliang\'s prides were negligible.

"Uncle is just worried about you, so he sent me to check on you," Zhao Ziliang admitted, knowing he couldn\'t deceive her.

Of course, Shu Ya thought. Her father\'s greed for the company never died.

Thinking about that disgusting face, Shu Ya\'s pretty face turned cold as ice:

"Zhao Ziliang, you go back and tell him that I will absolutely not hand over the company to him. Tell him to take his woman and scram!"

"Shu Ya, don\'t be like this. Uncle really cares about you. Before I came here, he even instructed me to remind you not to overwork and to eat on time," Zhao Ziliang said, playing the good guy.

But he underestimated Shu Ya\'s hatred for her own father. Not having listened would have been better than hearing that, which instantly made Shu Ya coldly point to the door:

"Get out!!!"

"Shu Ya, you—"

Zhao Ziliang was stunned, not expecting that his words would touch Shu Ya\'s bottom line.

"I said get out, and don\'t make me call security to escort you!" Shu Ya was visibly impatient; she was too tired to waste more words on Zhao Ziliang.

"Fine, since you\'re not in a good mood, we can talk another time," Zhao Ziliang still kept his smile, maintaining his usual gentlemanly demeanor.

He buttoned up his suit, nodded slightly at Shu Ya, turned, and left through the door.

Shu Ya collapsed into her chair, her face showing an indescribable exhaustion. Father? What a laughable word.

If she had a choice, Shu Ya would wish she didn\'t have such a father at all.

Meanwhile, just as he walked out of the office, the refined smile on Zhao Ziliang\'s face dissipated with the cold wind, turning into a hint of gloom and frostiness.

"Shu Ya, you can never escape from the palm of my hand, never!"

...

It hadn\'t even been an hour, and Hao Jian had already become friendly with a group of security guards, fitting right in with their boisterous banter, thoroughly enjoying their company.

Especially since it was lunchtime, some bought lots of dishes, and they ate and chatted in the security room, the atmosphere extremely lively!

However, just as everyone was engrossed in their lively conversation, the door to the security room was suddenly kicked open!

A burly man swaggered in!

When he saw Hao Jian and the others indulging in a feast, his face turned instantly ashen, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Hao Jian almost didn\'t need to guess; just by looking at that stern face, then noticing the uniform, he knew this man must be the so-called Boss Liang.

Behind him, another group of security guards followed, each standing straight like soldiers, apparently well-drilled by him.

"Does no one need to work!!!"

Boss Liang loudly scolded them. He had found this group of security guards displeasing for a while now, and to see them now, feasting and chatting right under his nose, was absolutely intolerable.

"Section Chief Liang, it\'s our lunch break. We\'re just relaxing a bit," an old man quickly said with a forced smile.

His name was Old Zhang, fifty years old this year, a genuinely nice person who had been with the company for almost fifteen years, effectively making him a veteran. On any ordinary day, he was kind-hearted.

It was for this reason that Shu Ya, despite seeing his old and frail condition, had not fired him.

"Lunch break? And the lunch break allows you to eat and drink so lavishly? Don\'t forget, this is a company! Have you no sense of organizational discipline at all?!"

Boss Liang didn\'t show the slightest bit of respect for this veteran, pressing him aggressively.

In his view, such a freeloader should have been kicked out of the company long ago.

"I\'m sorry, Boss Liang, that. We won\'t dare do it again," Old Zhang, reproached by Boss Liang, dared not voice his anger and could only meekly apologize.

He also knew that Boss Liang was someone he couldn\'t afford to offend; he had a family to support and could only cling to his job.

"There\'s a next time? If there is a next time, you won\'t need to apologize. Just roll up your bedding and get lost, a bunch of lazy, good-for-nothings! All of you, useless!!!"

Boss Liang continued to scold unapologetically while the security guards behind him displayed smug smiles, seemingly glad they were unlike these wastrels.

Hearing this, Old Zhang\'s expression stiffened, and he did not know what to say.

Hao Jian\'s eyes flashed. This Boss Liang was indeed as Tie Shan had described, very unpopular.

The first impression he gave Hao Jian was of arrogance and tyranny, or rather, of putting on airs!

Using the bit of power he held to lord over others, his demeanor was loathsome!

"Don\'t go too far!"

Tie Shan, known for his temper, couldn\'t stand hearing Boss Liang call them useless from one side to the other and abruptly stood up.

"Too far? Did I say something wrong? Aren\'t you all just a bunch of lazy, good-for-nothings?" Boss Liang sneered,

"All you do is loaf around in the security room every day. If something happens to the company, can you bear the responsibility? Hmph! I really don\'t understand why the company would hire a bunch of trash like you! Complete waste of space!!!"

"Bastard!"

Tie Shan was completely furious. This bastard, did he really think he was easy to bully? Even if it meant losing his job today, he was determined to give Boss Liang a beating.

"Tie Shan, calm down! Your baby was just born. You need money for everything at this time. If you get fired now, what will you use to support your wife and child?" Hao Jian grabbed Tie Shan\'s arm and earnestly reminded him.

Upon hearing this, Tie Shan indeed calmed down, his fists clenched tightly, he glared furiously at Boss Liang but dared not make a move.

That just proved the old saying, "money is a barrier for heroes."

"Who are you?" Boss Liang raised his eyebrow, finally noticing this new face, Hao Jian.

Hao Jian stood up, walked over with a smile, and casually offered a cigarette:

"Me, I\'m the new driver, named Hao Jian. If you like, you can also call me Little Hao or Little Jian."

Boss Liang did not accept the cigarette from Hao Jian but looked at him with a mocking gaze:

"So cheap? Hah! Seems like your parents aren\'t so great either! Naming their son Hao Jian tells you all you need to know about them!"

Boss Liang\'s face was full of scorn, and these words immediately wiped the smile off Hao Jian\'s face, replacing it with a chilling coldness!

"You should be very grateful that, if it were three days ago, that comment would be enough to get you killed!"