Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1050 - 28 My Rules

Chapter 1050: Chapter 28 My Rules

Tang Zheng didn’t like to wait passively, so after making a call to Dantai and asking him to arrange for a few newbies to come over and be ready to take orders, he went to have lunch.

"Is Federer’s reputation really that good? Not a single bad word?" Tang Zheng put down his dinner knife, picked up the red wine, and took a gentle sip.

"No, I don’t know." This was Anna’s first time eating at such a high-end Western restaurant. She was all thumbs with her meal, but fortunately, the environment was very quiet, and no one laughed at her.

"Personality, social conduct, lifestyle, should I go wait by his house like waiting for a rabbit to hit a tree?" Tang Zheng glanced at Anna, never really expecting that she could provide an answer. As a bottom-tier *** and a high-society celebrity lawyer, they would not likely cross paths. The information Anna knew was probably from television, which contained too much falsehood.

"There are definitely a lot of security guards at his house, you won’t be able to get in," said Anna, who still had no idea that Tang Zheng had slaughtered Crooked-mouth John in his well-protected old lair; otherwise, she would have definitely changed her mind.

"Forget it, just a native lawyer, let’s brute-force it." Tang Zheng couldn’t be bothered to think too hard. With absolute power on his side, having to use tactics was simply embarrassing. Putting a gun to Federer’s head would solve any problem. The reason he left Martin to foolishly wait in the lawyer’s office was to see his character, whether he was suitable to be a personal lawyer. If his plans went smoothly, he would certainly need lawyers in the future.

City of God was similar to America in the ’90s where modernization was widespread. Tang Zheng had already gotten a few mobile phones through Anna’s introduction, taking care of the communication issue. However, to walk openly under the sunlight and get rid of the illegal immigrant label, he still needed a legal identity.

"Okay, got it!" After hanging up the phone, Tang Zheng picked up a paper towel, wiped his mouth, then folded it into a paper crane, placed enough US dollars on the table, and stood up to leave. "Let’s go."

Hearing this, Anna no longer pretended to be a lady and forked the remaining steak into her mouth with gusto before standing up to chase after Tang Zheng. After a few steps, she turned back, grabbed the goblet, gulped down the remaining red wine, not wanting to waste it, and then ran after him.

Outside the restaurant, Pang Meiqin and Teng Yuangxiang were waiting, along with Sekiya Ganta and Aoki Hiroshi, the two gangsters.

"Good, Yuanxiang, we might need to use your ability this time." Tang Zheng nodded and walked towards the towering building nearby. All thirty-eight floors belonged to Federer’s law firm, reflecting his financial strength.

"I definitely won’t disappoint you." Teng Yuangxiang was about to hug Tang Zheng’s arm but stopped when Pang Meiqin glared at her.

"Humph, when I have the chance, I’ll make sure you’re dead," Teng Yuangxiang swore to herself, yet her face still wore a pleasing smile. Knowing she couldn’t beat this woman, she backed down for now.

Tang Zheng entered the lobby and just as he stepped into the elevator, Teng Yuangxiang hurriedly but obediently went ahead to press the door button.

"Which floor?" Teng Yuangxiang asked Anna. Such a trifling matter couldn’t trouble Tang Zheng.

"Thirty-eight!" Watching Teng Yuangxiang’s actions, Anna felt clumsy. No wonder she was always ***. She was nowhere close to being on the same level.

"Wait a second!" Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a slender arm wearing a Coach wristwatch reached into the gap, followed by a young woman wearing a floral dress, panting, "Thank you."

"Which floor?" Teng Yuangxiang looked at the Caucasian woman and began to show her gracefulness.

"Thirty-eight!" The woman was very pretty, with a prominent nose, blue eyes, and slightly fuller red lips, creating an exceedingly three-dimensional facial profile. She was tall, and strappy sandals made her look even more slender. Just standing there, she gave off the vibe of a fashion model.

Her toenails were painted red, and her hands were clean, without any nail decorations.

Kristina had run a bit in her hurry and was sweating profusely.

Tang Zheng kept his gaze fixed forward, eyes half-closed, mentally rehearsing the upcoming events...

Mr. Sekiya glanced at the golden-haired woman’s back then quickly averted his gaze. Aoki Hiroshi and the two robbers, however, couldn’t resist taking covert glances at Kristina. They had never had the chance to interact with foreign women before, finding even her perfume intoxicating.

The golden-haired woman’s breathing had not yet stabilized. It was embarrassing for Kristina, who always cared about her image, especially when she noticed the evaluating looks from the men in the elevator. Her expression became unnatural, but being an open-hearted, confident woman and a reporter by trade, she didn’t mind these things.

Because of her profession, Kristina noticed this group of Easterners. Not to mention Tang Zheng’s outstanding demeanor, the fact that the group stood around him, not even daring to speak for fear of disturbing his thoughts, signaled that this young man was the core figure.

"He’s not looking at me!" Kristina felt a bit dejected, boasting an 85 out of 100 in looks, with many admirers. Usually the center of attention, she was now being ignored.

With a ding, the elevator stopped, Tang Zheng opened his eyes and stepped out, not even flicking a glance at Kristina.

"The bizarre beauty standards of Easterners, how would they appreciate real beauty!" Kristina muttered to herself as she walked out, not forgetting her interview work and being late.

Martin was undoubtedly a miserable newbie without much ability, but he was still responsible, now sitting on a chair in the lobby, munching on a hamburger, his eyes fixed on the office across the corridor, not blinking for a moment. He had decided that as soon as Federer appeared, he would rush up to surround him and get Tang Zheng’s matter taken care of.

"Well done, are you sure Federer is in the office?" Tang Zheng patted Martin on the shoulder and surveyed the entire floor. Aside from two front desk ladies, there were four security guards in uniforms sitting on chairs, who, apart from black police batons, were actually armed with handguns.

Noticing this group, the security guards’ glances frequently swept over, and a black man wanted to come over to question them but was held back by his companion – better to mind one’s own business than to make trouble.

"Certain, I saw him this morning once, just didn’t get a chance to speak, as I was stopped by security." Martin’s professional ethics were quite good, he hastily swallowed the food in his mouth and packed up the remaining hamburger into his pocket in front of his boss.

"No matter, you continue eating." Tang Zheng noticed that Federer’s business was bustling, with quite a few people sitting on the rest chairs in the lobby and corridor, all waiting to see the prominent lawyer to resolve their private matters.

"Boss, give me one more day, and I will definitely get it done for you." Martin shook his head, begging Tang Zheng again for a chance, his expression extremely solemn. He thought his job was going to be ruined again.

"That blonde woman went in," Teng Yuangxiang reminded, "I wonder what her status is?"

Kristina didn’t queue to wait, said a word to the receptionist, and the dedicated secretary came out and took her into the office.

"Act later, Meiqin, you subdue those four security guards. Mr. Sekiya, you are responsible for watching the doors, don’t let anyone else come in, but be careful, try to minimize the range of conflict." Tang Zheng glanced at his wristwatch, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the corridor.

Bang, Kristina came out with a furious expression, slamming the office door hard, and bumped into Tang Zheng as she passed by him.

"Sorry," the woman dropped the phrase and muttering a string of dirty words cursing Federer, left. She had just inadvertently seen the disgusting face of that guy, which made her nauseous and no longer intended to interview him.

As Tang Zheng pushed open the door, he saw Federer leaning in his chair like a king, scolding his brunette secretary.

The secretary’s face was tear-streaked, just having picked up a folder and placed it on the table, when Federer grabbed it and threw it onto the floor again.

"Pick it up!" Federer’s voice was hoarse, like a fierce crocodile.

The papers from the folder spread out like large white snowflakes on the clean floor.

The secretary’s hands trembled, seemingly protesting this unfair treatment.

"Pick it up," Federer’s tone carried anger, "Of course, you can choose to leave, but before that, think about your poor family, think about the three younger brothers and sisters you have to support."

The pretty secretary squatted down after all.

"Good!" Federer revealed a satisfied smile.

The secretary’s body shuddered, dodging to the side, still struggling internally.

"Who are you people? Get out!" The full-time secretary saw Tang Zheng barging in, her face livid with rage, barring his way, "If you don’t leave now, I’m calling security."

Tang Zheng ignored her completely, walked to the sofa in front of the desk, and sat down. The secretary tried to stop him, but Teng Yuangxiang reached out and pushed her aside effortlessly.

"Since you have come to seek me out, you should abide by my rules," Federer said, eyeing Tang Zheng.

This was a slightly overweight man, very tall, with eagle-like sharp eyes, looking at everyone as if they were delicious deer meat, ready to be devoured at any time.

"Soon, you’ll be begging to follow my rules," Tang Zheng’s reply was utterly domineering, disregarding Federer completely, "Bring me a glass of wine, I’m a bit thirsty."

"Ha ha, gutsy," Federer straightened up, ready to negotiate, "Speak, what do you want?"

Federer began to probe. If the other party was just a small fry putting on airs, he would send them to prison, to stay for a lifetime, no, perhaps only a few months before they would be trampled to death.