"What are you doing?"
Madam Chen cried out from beside him, pointing at Song Qiao's nose and launching into a tirade, "You're all birds of a feather, just like I said. You wouldn't admit it earlier, but your son has your same explosive tendencies."
Before she could finish, Song Qiao slapped her, sending her to the ground.
"People like you deserve to be beaten. With that foul mouth of yours, it would be too little if I beat you to death," Song Qiao declared, about to deliver a couple more kicks.
Just then, Mr. Chen, who had been knocked down, suddenly got up from the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked as if he wanted to tear Song Qiao apart.
He picked up a piece of brick from the ground and flashed behind Song Qiao.
"Bang."
Having received specialized combat training in his previous life, Song Qiao was aware of the move and immediately retaliated with a flying kick. Mr. Chen fell to the ground once more.
Song Qiao turned back and glared at him fiercely. He then picked up a wooden stick from who-knows-where and advanced towards him step by step.
"You, you bastard, do you know who I am? How dare you hit me?"
Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, and Song Qiao was about to retaliate, Mr. Chen grew nervous. He quickly tried to reveal his identity, hoping to intimidate Song Qiao.
"Oh, then please, Mr. Chen, introduce yourself. Let's see if you can intimidate me, Song Qiao."
Song Qiao scanned him with disdain, a mocking smile on his face.
"I am Chen Yan from Da Chen Processing Plant. I am currently cooperating with Xiang Piaopiao. If you know what's good for you, stop now. Otherwise, when I get back today, I will definitely give you an unforgettable lesson."
Chen Yan didn't dare to hesitate and quickly announced his name, hoping Song Qiao would stop.
"This person is actually cooperating with Xiang Piaopiao?"
Song Qiao frowned upon hearing this. The way he put it, it sounded vaguely familiar.
His former secretary, Qin Ya, had once provided him with a list of affiliated processing plants, and this Chen Yan seemed to be one of them.
He never expected this person to have such poor character. Cooperating with someone like him was a disgrace to Xiang Piaopiao!
"What, scared? If you know what's good for you, help me up and kowtow to apologize."
Seeing Song Qiao's stunned expression, Chen Yan regained his confidence, believing his identity had intimidated the other party.
Song Qiao smiled slightly, glanced at him indifferently, revealing a cat-and-mouse demeanor.
Chen Yan probably never imagined in his wildest dreams that the boss of the company he so desperately wanted to cooperate with was standing right in front of him, even demanding that Song Qiao kowtow to him. He wondered what expression he would have when he learned the truth.
"Mr. Chen, is it? Here is ten thousand yuan, consider it your medical expenses. Also, please forgive us for my daughter Junjun hitting your son."
After speaking, he even extended a hand to help the other man up. His previously murderous expression was now bright and sunny, showing no hint of what had transpired.
"Hmph, it would have been better if you had done this earlier."
Chen Yan snorted and snatched the ten thousand yuan from Song Qiao's hand, a smug look on his face.
"Kid, you're lucky this time. We'll let this matter go for now."
"Husband, I want him and that woman to kneel and apologize, and demand compensation of one hundred thousand!"
Just as Chen Yan was about to let it go, his wife suddenly shouted from behind.
Seeing that the other party was so willing to pay ten thousand yuan in compensation, she could no longer suppress her greed.
It had to be said, birds of a feather flock together. Madam Chen's arrogance and disregard for others far surpassed Chen Yan's.
"Alright, let this matter rest for now. We're leaving."
Chen Yan glared at his wife, warning her not to say anything rash.
Of course, he wanted Song Qiao to cough up more.
But judging from Song Qiao's previous actions, his wife and he were no match for him. If they angered him, they would be the ones to suffer.
Since they already knew Song Qiao wasn't very capable, it was better to get something now. As for what came later, he would have the confidence to deal with Song Qiao tomorrow when he brought a few security guards from his company.
At that time, no matter how much money Song Qiao had, he would have to obediently hand it over.
"Stop right there. Who said you could leave?"
Just as the couple was about to leave, Song Qiao's emotionless voice suddenly came from behind.
"What? Do you have something else, kid?"
"I'm telling you, don't push your luck. It's already giving you face that I'm not making you kneel and apologize."
Mr. Chen retorted impatiently, turning his head.
"That's right. Hurry up and get lost. Are you saying the money you paid isn't enough?"
Madam Chen's eyes lit up with excitement, looking at Song Qiao as if he were a walking money bag.
"This matter isn't over yet, and you want to leave? Isn't that a bit too much."
Song Qiao spoke as he darted forward, blocking the couple's path.
"Then what else do you want?"
Mr. Chen cringed, his voice laced with bravado but betraying his fear.
As he spoke, he reached into his waistband, looking for an opportunity to call for backup.
"I've apologized for what I needed to. Now it's your turn, isn't it? Hitting my child is not over yet."
As he spoke the last sentence, Song Qiao suddenly intensified his tone, staring fiercely at the couple before him, and enunciating each word:
"I want your child, and the two of you, to personally apologize to my Junjun."
"And it doesn't have to be in front of all the teachers and students."
"As for kneeling and kowtowing, we'll forgo that here. It's almost the 21st century, after all, and we don't do that anymore. A bow will suffice."
After speaking, Song Qiao paused, as if he remembered something, and continued indifferently:
"Oh, and I don't need one hundred thousand for medical compensation. Fifty thousand will be fine."
After this demand, the entire open space fell silent. The air seemed to become eerily still. Director Zhao, standing nearby, had his mouth so wide open it could fit a fist.
Absurd! Magical!
Neither the couple nor he could have imagined that Song Qiao, who had been seemingly bowing and yielding just moments ago, would now present such a ludicrous demand.
Song Qiao stared coldly at them, his eyes unwavering.
He did this because he wanted to handle the situation with reason and justification, so that Junjun wouldn't be gossiped about behind her back, being labeled as a rude and overbearing parent who abused her power.