Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

"That's right, Jiang Siming, if you want to make a move, have you asked us?"

"With so many of us here, do you think you can take us on?"

"If you dare to lay a hand on President Wang, I'll be the first to take you down!"

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These former colleagues had completely turned against Jiang Siming and stood on the opposing side.

Not only did they no longer treat Jiang Siming as a former colleague, but they also acted as if he were an enemy, even though Jiang Siming had not provoked them in the slightest.

Jiang Siming glanced at them, but none dared to meet his gaze.

With so many people backing him up, Wang Jun was no longer afraid of Jiang Siming and continued to mock him, though he no longer dared to mention Jiang Siming's parents.

"After so many years in Shanghai, you're still like this. I became a manager while you've always been just a little employee. This is not without reason; those who stand by my side will definitely benefit, while those who go against me will never have a good end!"

As soon as Wang Jun finished speaking, a graceful figure entered through the door.

"President Jiang, I've moved all the red wine to the car! My hands are aching from carrying it; you need to reward me well~"

Wang Jun heard the voice and found it very familiar; when he turned around, he was stunned.

He wasn't the only one caught off guard; Jiang Siming's former colleagues also stood there dumbfounded, mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

Zhang Yuhan also saw Wang Jun, and an awkward atmosphere spread throughout the tobacco and liquor store.

The corners of Wang Jun's previously proud mouth trembled as he said to Zhang Yuhan, "Baby... what did you just call him?"

Zhang Yuhan quickly regained her composure and calmly replied, "He is my new boss, the chairman of Yinghuan Financial Company."

Wang Jun temporarily set aside Jiang Siming's identity, his mind focused solely on one thought.

"Your new job is to work beside him?" Wang Jun couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, I am his secretary." Zhang Yuhan felt it was time to lay her cards on the table and stand firm, using this opportunity to express her loyalty to Jiang Siming.

"No wonder you didn't tell me; it turns out you were playing me!" Wang Jun was enraged and shouted at Zhang Yuhan for the first time.

"I wasn't playing you; I was just afraid you would get angry and misunderstand."

"You think I would be happy if you hid this from me?" Wang Jun was extremely furious and immediately pointed at Jiang Siming, ordering Zhang Yuhan, "I command you to quit this job immediately and come with me!"

"I'm not going." Zhang Yuhan stood her ground.

"I warn you, Zhang Yuhan, I'm not joking; you must resign!" Wang Jun's tone had turned hoarse.

"I told you, I'm not leaving. This job was earned by my own ability; you want me to give it up just because of your personal desires. Have you considered my feelings?" Zhang Yuhan retorted sarcastically.

"I don't need to consider that; this is a matter of principle!" Wang Jun turned fiercely to glare at Jiang Siming, then turned back to Zhang Yuhan and said, "You say you're his secretary? Is today April Fool's Day? Your joke isn't that funny. Just because of him?"

"President Jiang, I've brought you all the cigarettes you wanted, a total of fifteen boxes, plus the red wine earlier, totaling 498,500. Just count the 500 as a friendship gesture, so we can call it 498,000."

The boss brought out a large box of cigarettes and started taking them out one by one, placing them on the table for Jiang Siming to count.

There were exquisite blue-and-white porcelain, limited edition 1911, and hard Liqiu Fuchun Mountain Residence.

As these cigarettes were taken out one by one, it happened right under the noses of Wang Jun and the other colleagues.

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Not to mention smoking them; they had never even seen such cigarettes before.

Hearing the boss quote the price again, several people felt their heads buzzing. How much? 498,000?

Jiang Siming said nothing and smoothly swiped a card. The boss was as happy as the Buddha, ignoring guests like Wang Jun and focusing entirely on flattering Jiang Siming.

"President Jiang is really young and wealthy. I just saw your car, the Babbitt G800. Wow, I've never seen that car in all my years in Shanghai; it's so extravagant. Your girlfriend is also very beautiful; it's truly enviable!"

"What the hell are you talking about! She's my girlfriend!" Wang Jun interrupted furiously.

"Are you President Jiang's friend?" The boss was startled, thinking he had accidentally offended Jiang Siming's friend.

"Who the hell is his friend? Just a little nobody running errands for someone else. Do you really think he can afford so many cigarettes?"

Wang Jun was sure he wasn't mistaken; Jiang Siming was definitely running errands for some boss, and that car surely belonged to someone else.

Jiang Siming couldn't be bothered to talk much to someone living in their own world. He picked up the fifteen boxes of cigarettes and walked towards the door.

"If you want to stay, then stay here with your boyfriend. I'll give you half a day off," Jiang Siming said as he passed by Zhang Yuhan.

Zhang Yuhan immediately corrected her attitude and said seriously, "President Jiang, I'll go back with you; he's no longer my boyfriend."

"Dear, what nonsense are you talking?" Wang Jun panicked and stepped forward to grab Zhang Yuhan's hand, but she slapped it away.

"Wang Jun, I'm not upset about our argument yesterday, but today you've really disappointed me. Because of your personal grievances, you want me to give up my future. You're too selfish. From today on, we have no relationship at all."

"Let me explain, dear. There must be some misunderstanding. How could this Jiang possibly be a chairman? You must have been deceived by him!" Wang Jun chased after her, trying to persuade her earnestly.

Zhang Yuhan, feeling impatient, said, "He is the chairman of Yinghuan Financial! You can check online if you don't believe me! I don't want to waste my breath on you anymore; we have already broken up."

After saying that, Zhang Yuhan quickened her pace and ran to catch up with Jiang Siming. "President Jiang, wait for me~"

Wang Jun chased after them, only to watch Jiang Siming skillfully open the trunk of that luxury Babbitt car, place the cigarettes inside, and return to the driver's seat to start the engine.

Meanwhile, his girlfriend had already taken the passenger seat without hesitation.

As the car started, it sped away in a flash, disappearing from sight.

Wang Jun stood there, mouth agape, unsure of what to think.

The colleagues who had followed behind were also looking at each other, not wanting to say a word.

They could have attached themselves to Jiang Siming, but the ridiculous thing was that they had let go of this opportunity to climb to greater heights.

"It's impossible! It must be impossible! This Jiang is lying! He's lying!"

Wang Jun yelled at the air, his face flushed, then turned and ran to his car to chase after the exhaust of the Babbitt, speeding away.