Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 1124 - 1118 Wang Ziyu is Furious

Chapter 1124: Chapter 1118 Wang Ziyu is Furious

Tianyu Media Building.

At nine in the morning, Mr. Yang Dasheng, the general manager of Tianyu Media, entered the lobby on time.

Yesterday, he had celebrated his younger brother’s wedding and was in a good mood; he had greeted the employees with a cheerful face as he walked along.

Just as Mr. Yang was about to turn into the elevator, the receptionist ran over, calling out to him in a hurry.

"Mr. Yang, how come you just arrived!" The receptionist’s face displayed some urgency.

"Don’t I always arrive at this time?" Mr. Yang was surprised. "What’s happened?"

"Mister Wang arrived early this morning looking for you, but you were not here." The receptionist said, "I tried calling you several times, but couldn’t get through! Mister Wang said that as soon as you arrive, you should immediately go see him!"

Hearing this, Mr. Yang was startled, his eyes bulged wide.

Indeed, his phone had died, and he was charging it in the car on the way here; he hadn’t realized that it caused such an important delay!

Mister Wang couldn’t find him!

Mr. Yang’s face was incredibly grim; he hastily waved at the receptionist and sprinted toward the elevator.

It took only ten minutes for Mr. Yang to arrive, panting, in front of Mister Wang Ziyu’s office door, his heart filled with unease as he knocked.

Mister Wang Ziyu, as the industry head of Gandong Province, had never come to the office so early, nor had he looked for him so urgently, and yet he was unreachable!

What was even more critical was that Wang Ziyu was the main person in charge placed here by Grand Affairs Officer Shen Peisheng, and Mr. Yang Dasheng was also a member of this small group!

If Wang Ziyu was this urgent, it definitely wasn’t corporate affairs; it was not business, but some urgent situation had occurred within their small group!

But yesterday, Mr. Yang Dasheng hadn’t been at the company all day, and his phone had died at some unknown time.

Even if it were the afternoon, he had been disconnected from the outside world for half a day.

"I hope nothing serious has happened; otherwise, my job... might not be secure!" Mr. Yang’s heart tightened.

When the office door opened, Mister Wang Ziyu’s assistant, seeing Mr. Yang Dasheng, showed a hint of sympathy and softly reported inside.

"Mister Wang, Mr. Yang has arrived!"

"Let him in, and you leave!"

The voice inside was very somber, like the heavy clouds that loom before a sudden storm.

Mr. Yang’s heart sank.

"Yes."

Mister Wang Ziyu’s assistant responded sympathetically, making way for Mr. Yang Dasheng, stepped aside himself, waited for Mr. Yang to enter, and then quietly closed the door from the outside.

With trepidation, Mr. Yang walked in and immediately noticed the office in disarray—papers, decorative items, and even Wang Ziyu’s cherished succulent plant, "White Skin Moon Realm" worth tens of thousands and imported from overseas, was shattered on the ground.

His heart dropped again.

Something had happened!

And it was a big issue!

Mr. Yang was genuinely scared.

At that moment, Wang Ziyu was standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to him.

That silhouette was indescribably stern.

"Wang, Mister Wang," Mr. Yang stammered.

Wang Ziyu turned around, his face was densely cold, his triangular eyes filled with a chill.

"Mr. Yang Dasheng, I was gone for just three days, tasked you with keeping an eye on the Zhang Family movements in Dayou, was that such a difficult task?" Wang Ziyu’s voice was low, hoarse, and chilling.

"No, no, it wasn’t." Mr. Yang swallowed nervously, slightly bowing like a schoolboy, his gaze deferentially on Wang Ziyu.

"Then you. Can’t. Fucking. Do it right!" Wang Ziyu suddenly roared furiously.

His eyes were red as he picked up an object from the desk and hurled it at him.

Mr. Yang’s legs went weak with fright, and he instinctively dodged to the side, but then immediately felt he shouldn’t have dodged and straightened his body quickly.

Fortunately, the thrown object had poor accuracy and missed him.

"You. Fucking. Dodged!" Wang Ziyu pointed at his nose, angrily.

Mr. Yang felt bitter inside.

Boss, it wasn’t me dodging, your aim was just bad...

"I told you to dodge, keep dodging!" Wang Ziyu threw again, fuming.

This time, Yang Dasheng dared not dodge.

Embarrassingly, he failed to hit him numerous times.

Furious, Wang Ziyu strode up to Yang Dasheng and slammed a stack of files onto his face.

"Mr. Wang, is there a problem?" Yang Dasheng, touching his nose, asked cautiously.

"You also know there’s a problem? I. Fucking. Told you to keep an eye on things so you could tell me when something happened, and you still ask me? Ask me!" Wang Ziyu, infuriated, picked up the files again and smashed them on his face.

Yang Dasheng felt extremely bitter inside but couldn’t help but inquire.

"But these past two days have gone smoothly without any major incidents," Yang Dasheng muttered.

Even if it meant being scolded and punished, he needed to know.

What on earth had happened with the Zhang Family?

Wasn’t everything fine the day before yesterday?

The Zhang Family, following their agreement, had been pressing Shang Wenshu hard and had been doing it well.

"The Zhang Family has betrayed us!" Wang Ziyu exclaimed angrily. "Just yesterday, they signed multiple cooperation agreements with Shang Wenshu, compensating for any losses they had caused him! This time, Shang Wenshu’s merit outweighs his demerits—it’s more merit than demerit! The Zhang Family’s decision wasn’t made in just a day or two, it must have turned days ago!"

Yang Dasheng listened, absolutely stunned. "Really! But until yesterday, hadn’t the Zhang Family been acting according to the agreement..."

Wang Ziyu pointed at him, too angry to speak.

"I. Fucking. Told you to keep an eye on the Zhang Family. Were you just supposed to go there every day and ask for updates? If the Zhang Family betrays us, are they supposed to send you a written notice? Are they, are they!" Wang Ziyu shouted, hitting Yang Dasheng’s head.

This sudden shift in events was too drastic, akin to a nearly completed plan falling apart. Even he, Wang Ziyu, didn’t dare to report it to Grand Affairs Officer Shen Peisheng.

He was thinking of how to potentially adapt; at the very least, they couldn’t afford to lose this completely.

Also, why had the Zhang Family changed its stance suddenly; what was their current attitude?

He had to understand everything!

How to start investigating these matters and how to gather more detailed and accurate information quickly—all had to be considered.

But Wang Ziyu was so infuriated with Yang Dasheng that he had a headache.

He also hated himself.

He thought since the Zhang Family headquarters were in Dayou City and Yang Dasheng, a veteran media industry CEO, was monitoring the Zhang Family’s movements, he could catch any sign. But they had turned their backs, and Yang Dasheng was clueless!

Wang Ziyu was almost spitting blood.

"The Zhang Family is so shameless, Mr. Wang; I’ll investigate right now why they did this!" said Yang Dasheng.

Just standing here getting beaten and scolded was painful enough.

This wasn’t due to his incompetence.

Who else but Zhang Tianyu managed so many businesses, a major player whose ability he couldn’t even match? Add Ancestor of the Zhang Family, Zhang Xi, a crafty and experienced figure. If they really wanted to play tricks, even if Yang Dasheng multiplied his IQ by ten, it wouldn’t be enough.

"You’re going to investigate? By the time you find out, the dish has fucking grown mold!" Wang Ziyu bellowed at Yang Dasheng.

Yang Dasheng trembled.

Shouldn’t it be "the dish has cooled down"? To grow mold...

That would be a hundred times worse.

"Mr. Wang, so now, what should I do?" Yang Dasheng asked, terrified.

He needed to get out of here, anywhere but here!

Waiting around, who knew how badly he could be beaten.

"Get out!" Wang Ziyu shouted angrily. "Go down and man the entrance! Don’t fucking bother me and don’t let anyone else bother me!"

"Are you seeing no one?" Yang Dasheng asked carefully, confirming again.

"Get out!" Wang Ziyu roared.

Over such trifling matters, you still ask?!

Yang Dasheng fled to take his position as a door god.

No one could disturb Mr. Wang!