Super Soldier King and Cute CEO
Chapter 225 - 225 226 Migrant Workers Demand Payment!

225: Chapter 226: Migrant Workers Demand Payment!

225: Chapter 226: Migrant Workers Demand Payment!

Gu Dong’s entire face looked like that of a terrified donkey as he was grabbed by the collar.

“I…”

“Where?” Tang Zhong asked coldly.

If he didn’t help Wu Xiaoyu, no one else would.

If not for him, Wu Xiaoyu would likely already have become that Boss Song’s plaything.

As a friend of his, Tang Zhong wasn’t going to let that happen.

Gu Dong looked at Tang Zhong; he was petrified, but realizing that Tang Zhong was not hitting him, he felt secretly pleased, “In his own company!”

“What company, take me there!” Tang Zhong commanded.

“Okay… okay, I’ll take you there now!” Gu Dong immediately responded.

At that moment, he secretly smiled.

As long as Tang Zhong wouldn’t hit him, it was fine.

If they were looking for Boss Song, he’d lead Tang Zhong there and leave him for Boss Song to deal with.

After all, Boss Song had several dangerous characters under him, reportedly retired mercenaries from abroad.

However, he didn’t let Tang Zhong see his joyous expression and maintained a worried demeanor.

Then Tang Zhong walked over to Xie Qing and said, “Sister Qing, please look after Xiaoyu for me.

I have something to take care of; I’ll be right back!”

Xie Qing, who had just stood up after being pushed, heard Tang Zhong was leaving and hurriedly said, “Where are you going?

Don’t tell me you’re going to find Boss Song?

He is a boss, and it’s not good for you to confront a boss like this.

The rich are crafty and ruthless, and if you provoke them, they’ll pay people to deal with you.

There are so many bad people around; better not go!”

The world is inherently not peaceful.

If you provoke some people, they might not deal with you openly, but they’ll certainly scheme against you in secret!

Some people of high status never get their hands dirty; they just hire others.

Xie Qing knew this.

“Don’t worry, Sister Qing, I’ll be fine!” Tang Zhong reassured her.

Before Xie Qing could say more, Tang Zhong walked over to Wu Xiaoyu and said, “Xiaoyu, wait for me to return!”

Then, Tang Zhong grabbed Gu Dong by the collar and headed downstairs.

All the people at Laiya International were astounded.

Tang Zhong, clutching Gu Dong, got into the elevator.

“Where’s your car?” Tang Zhong demanded.

“Outside!” Gu Dong quickly responded.

“Drive me to find Boss Song, immediately, now!” Tang Zhong commanded.

“Ah, Boss Song’s company is a construction firm, not far from here.

I’ll take you right away!” Gu Dong said.

He seemed scared, but inside he felt extremely lucky.

“Kid, just you wait.

When we get to Boss Song’s company, you’re going to get it!”

The previous Passat Tang Zhong had wrecked, leaving Gu Dong without a car; he was now driving a black Mercedes, which belonged to Boss Song and was lent to Gu Dong to bring people around.

Then they got into the car, Gu Dong driving and Tang Zhong in the passenger seat.

The car quickly started moving, heading towards Boss Song’s construction company.

At this moment, at the gate of a five-story building with a yard that served as the company, which looked like a factory, there was a sign reading Fugu Construction Co., Ltd.

The blue iron gate separated the factory from the outside.

However, at that time, at the blue iron gate, there were many people dressed as workers, about fifty or sixty men and women, sitting on the ground and shouting.

“Pay me my damn money!”

“Song Fugui, come out here!

The construction is done, we’ve finished the work, when are you paying us our overdue wages!”

“Don’t hide inside like a turtle son of a bastard!”

“Turtle heads, we know you’re in there!”

…

All sorts of dialects mixed together.

These were migrant workers who had come from villages to work for Fugu Construction Co., Ltd.

But after the work was completed, they had not been paid their wages.

The boss had withheld their pay!

Aside from the workers, there were also a few reporters.

At that moment, they were around, filming the scene.

The man with the camera was capturing the footage and a beautiful woman holding a microphone, who was Ren Jing, the reporter who long ago coined the nickname “heroic Tang Zhong” for Tang Zhong, was reporting.

These reporters had come here voluntarily after learning that the construction company had been cheating the migrant workers, to help them claim their wages.

And this time it was a live broadcast on Jianghai Television, disclosing the true face of the company and hoping to help the workers reclaim their money through media exposure.

At that moment, Ren Jing wore a white blouse and black trousers, fully looking the part of a female reporter.

“Anchor Ren, are you ready?” the man with the camera asked.

“Ready.

Make sure to shoot clearly, and it’s best to get the company name on camera.

This time, we desperately need to help these workers claim their wages!” Ren Jing instructed.

“Don’t worry, Anchor Ren!” The man gave an OK sign.

Ren Jing cleared her throat.

3!

2!

1!

Ren Jing looked at the camera, microphone in hand, and began.

“Damn, there’s actually a company like this.”

“It’s hard enough for migrant workers to earn some money, yet they don’t pay them.

Shit.”

“Seriously, without migrant workers, how could we have the development of Jianghai City?

How many buildings have been constructed by migrant workers?

This bastard!”

…

As the exposure continued, more and more voices of complaint were heard.

Meanwhile, inside the offices of Fugui Construction Co., Ltd., a different scene was unfolding, especially in the office of the company boss.

Song Fugui leaned back in his chair, his feet up on the desk in front of him, playing with two round bodhi wood beads, his eyes fixed on the television in front of him, watching the live broadcast.

Snap!

Someone came through the door.

It was Song Fugui’s secretary, trembling slightly and somewhat afraid, “Boss Song, what about that live broadcast on TV?”

Song Fugui didn’t respond immediately.

“Boss Song, this broadcast is damaging our company’s reputation.

The leaders of the other construction teams saw this broadcast, and they called me directly saying they won’t work for us anymore!” the secretary said.

Song Fugui still did not speak.

The secretary, having no other options, said, “Boss Song, what should we do now?”

Just then, Song Fugui suddenly stood up, grabbed the ashtray from the desk, and threw it at the TV, hitting it right in the center.

The LCD TV was smashed, creating a large hole with sparks flying out, and the screen on the TV abruptly went black, crashing down from the wall to the floor.

The secretary beside him was shocked into numbness.

“Boss Song…”

Song Fugui was trembling with anger, but finally spoke, “Don’t worry.

Let them expose, what’s there to fear?

By the way, has Gu Dong returned?

I need a woman now, didn’t Gu Dong say he was bringing his niece over?

Where are they?”

“To respond to Boss Song, Gu Dong hasn’t returned yet!” the secretary trembled.

“Call… damn it, a bunch of migrant workers want their money, dream on, they are delaying me from enjoying a woman, I won’t let them get a single penny!” Song Fugui said.

“That reporter just now was not bad, find me her contact information!”

“Yes, Boss Song.

But do we need to suppress the situation outside?”

“No need.

You may go now!”

The secretary left, and afterward, the boss walked over to the window, looking down at the people demanding their wages, his eyes filled evil intent, “You want money…

calling reporters, you’re tough, but I’m not giving you the money!”

Meanwhile, not far from the company.

A Mercedes was approaching.

It was Gu Dong bringing Tang Zhong along.

Hearing the shouting ahead.

Seeing the situation up front and hearing the people talk, they knew it was about demanding wages.

“We can’t get through ahead!” Gu Dong said to Tang Zhong.

“Are you sure this Boss Song is inside here?” Tang Zhong asked, looking at the Fugui Construction Co., Ltd.

ahead.

“Right inside!” Gu Dong said.

He was unhappy at the moment; he thought it would be easy to trick Tang Zhong into Boss Song’s territory, but he hadn’t expected this scene, truly frustrating.

“Alright, get down!” Tang Zhong said.

“Ah!” Gu Dong was stunned for a moment.

Next, Tang Zhong grabbed Gu Dong, pulled him over to the passenger seat, and took the driver’s seat himself.

Gu Dong was stunned, somehow feeling that something was off!

Only seeing Tang Zhong press the gas pedal, the Mercedes immediately started moving.

Since they were here to settle accounts with Boss Song, the action began.

Outside the company, the live broadcast continued.

Ren Jing was continuously interviewing the people demanding payment, letting more people see their tragic plight.

One after another, migrant workers were interviewed.

A worker in his forties, nervous in front of the microphone, said, “I’m the only laborer in my family, and everyone is waiting for my salary.

My child needs to go to school, and they need me for everything, I have to get my salary, please help us!”

“My spouse is in the hospital, and we need the hospital fees.

This little wage isn’t even enough, and he still won’t pay us, he’s such a scoundrel!”

“Please help us, if someone could help us get our wages back now, they would be our savior!”

People in front of the TV were all incredibly angry,

wanting to help the migrant workers claim their wages.

Suddenly, they saw something strange.

In the TV, a Mercedes appeared, attracting everyone’s attention.

“Look, there’s a Mercedes in the TV!”

“Yes!”

Not only did the people in front of the TV notice, but the people on the scene saw it too.

The migrant workers also saw a Mercedes approaching them.

A large group of migrant workers who were sitting on the ground quickly stood up.

“Quick, run!”

“Don’t just stand there!”

Because the Mercedes was coming at them, and it was about to hit them.

Even Ren Jing started panicking, what’s going on with this car, why is it driving here.

But just then, the speed of the Mercedes suddenly decreased, and then it suddenly increased again, the tires screeching on the ground, sending sparks flying, and then with a sudden burst of power, the Mercedes soared into the air.

It flew over the heads of a large group of migrant workers, with everyone looking up at the car, mouths wide open in shock.

Then, they looked at where the Mercedes was heading, and were even more stunned.

Because at that moment, the Mercedes was headed straight for the blue iron gate of Fugui Construction Co., Ltd.

(The last update for today!)