Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 455 - 455 450 Courting

Chapter 455: Chapter 450: Courting Chapter 455: Chapter 450: Courting This stepson changed his surname to Zhuang when his mother married Boss Zhuang, and now most of the people in the factory call him Little Boss Zhuang.

Those who don’t know would think he is Boss Zhuang’s biological son.

At this moment, Jing Junyang was making a phone call to Boss Zhuang from an office on the second floor of the specialty store, “Boss Zhuang, are you sure you want to stop our ‘Feixue’ orders?”

“Ah, Xiaojing, I never said that. From development to production, from desktops to laptops, ‘Feixue’ has always been made in our factory. With such good prospects and sales now, how could I bear to stop it? Impossible, absolutely impossible.”

“Impossible? Isn’t your stepson doing this impossible thing right now?” Jing Junyang emphasized the word “stepson,” and scoffed coldly, “The orders that should have been shipped at the end of August, now it’s almost September 10th, and they’re still not done. You weren’t at the meeting this afternoon, but I don’t believe Boss Zhuang isn’t aware. Whatever reforms your factory is doing or whatever, I don’t care, it’s none of our business, but ‘Feixue’ had a contract from the start to cooperate in production. The end-of-August shipment was scheduled a long time ago, but now you’re backing out at the last minute. Boss Zhuang, don’t bully me because I’m young, or you’ll force me to sue your factory!”

This old fox, it looks like the idea to go after the ‘Feixue’ brand was most likely his.

“…look at you, why are young people so hot-tempered? Xiaojing, we can talk it over if there’s a problem. You and my son are both young, you can…”

“I have nothing to talk about with your stepson, just from this afternoon’s meeting you can see we’re not on the same page, so please, Boss Zhuang, don’t send him to deal with me in the future. And I don’t want to hear what else you have to say, just tell me straight, will you fulfill my August order or not?”

“Yes, yes, yes, of course it will be done…”

“When will it be done, when will it be finished? Give me a definitive answer!”

The order had been delayed until now, Jing Junyang had always been negotiating with the factory in a consultative tone, gently and politely. This was the first time he had been so forceful.

Truth be told, the engineering and production department were familiar with him, and all the components had been procured. They wanted to produce on time for him, but Little Boss Zhuang had ordered a halt, and they were powerless.

So Jing Junyang never lost his temper with those people, and the few times things ended badly in the factory were with Boss Zhuang’s stepson. He knew mentioning “stepson” directly to Boss Zhuang’s face would definitely upset him.

But right now, dammit, he felt like he was burning up inside. Why should he care about making this old guy happy?

“Xiaojing, Shengkai’s export order is also urgent…”

“Does that have anything to do with me?” Jing Junyang cut off Boss Zhuang coldly, “His order, no matter how urgent, was only taken in August. But mine was scheduled in the first half of the year. Boss Zhuang, at your age, do you not understand what comes first? Also, has your stepson been kicked in the head by a mule? He opens his mouth wanting my ‘Feixue’ brand; who gave him the audacity?”

Upon ending his statement, the sound of Boss Zhuang’s heavy breathing could be heard from the phone, clearly angered by his words.

Oh, so you know how to get angry too?

Jing Junyang sneered, not waiting for him to speak again, he continued, “Boss Zhuang, we’ve cooperated for nearly two years, and I don’t want to fall out with you, but there’s no choice, your stepson is representing your electronics factory in severing ties with us. So now, let’s go by the book. The contract states clearly that order delays should not exceed one month. The original delivery date was August 25th, postponed by a month is September 25th. If it’s not completed, then we’ll have to… do whatever needs to be done. My company may not be big, but we certainly have the funds to sue.

Alright then, you weren’t there this afternoon but I heard from your stepson you were sick, so I won’t disturb your rest, goodbye!”

After finishing, Jing Junyang hung up the phone abruptly and threw the cell onto the table, cursing, “What a piece of crap!”

He knew that the call he made was rude, but wasn’t this old fox bullying him because he was young?

Young, right? I’m young and impulsive, so it’s normal for me to talk like this.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yan, who was conversing with Mu Jiawen downstairs, received a call from that Little Boss Zhuang.

“Hello? Jiang Yan? This is Zhuang Shengkai.”

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding why Zhuang Shengkai was calling him, as in the two months since he had returned, their interactions had not exceeded three times. After all, Jing Junyang was in charge of orders and sales, and he seldom intervened.

He generally dealt with R&D and engineering from the electronics factory, as well as the local specialty store, leaving everything else to Jing Junyang.

“Ah, Little Boss Zhuang, are you looking for Jing Junyang?”

“No, no, no, I’m looking for you. So, uh, Jiang Yan, are you able to talk right now?”

“I’m available. Go ahead.”

“Here’s the thing. I’ve heard my dad talk about how you’re a computer genius, and even He Gong has praised you to me many times. Being able to contribute to the development of new products before even finishing your undergraduate degree, and the computers of ‘Feixue’ are mostly your creation, it’s truly impressive. A talent like you is rare in the country.”

Of course, not everyone can be reborn.

“You flatter me, Little Boss Zhuang. I’m just an ordinary student.”

Jiang Yan couldn’t be bothered with the small talk and replied nonchalantly, not even feigning flattery in return.

“Jiang Yan, considering your potential, when you graduate it’s bound to be immeasurable. With such abilities, you ought to be standing on a higher platform, not following Jing Junyang developing some games. It would only bury your talent and waste your time. Don’t you agree?”

Is he trying to drive a wedge and then pull me over to the electronics factory?

Does he think that ‘Feixue’ was created by me alone and Jing Junyang only played a minor supporting role?

Jiang Yan found it amusing. He leaned against the glass door of the specialty store, holding the phone in one hand, the other arm draped over Mu Jiawen’s shoulder as his fingers teasingly played with her delicate earlobe before she swatted his hand away.

“I don’t think so. However, you’re not wrong in saying people with great abilities should stand on higher platforms. But correspondingly, there’s also this saying: the higher the platform, the greater the ability needed, the greater the responsibility. Unfortunately, I am quite lazy and don’t want to take on so-called great responsibilities. I just want to do as I wish, and for things I don’t want to do, that’s what Jing Junyang is for.

Little Boss Zhuang, if I’m not misunderstanding, are you trying to lure me in with this phone call?”