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Back to the Eighties: Mountain Foraging is Also a Way of LifeChapter 1672 of 1864 · 90% read

Chapter 1672

Chapter 1673: Killing with a Borrowed Knife

This chapter has an AI-assisted English translation. Quality may vary between chapters.

Wang An was momentarily stunned, choked by Peng Sinan's remarkably stubborn words.

Mainly because this Peng Sinan was merely a lowly cashier, yet he dared to be this arrogant.

The desire to deal with him instantly became even firmer in Wang An's heart.

First, the man actually didn't know who the owners of this motorcycle shop were.

Second, he treated the "special approval"—a critical, high-priority special work process—as if it were nothing.

Third, when faced with reasonable questioning, he chose not to explain or make amends, but to push back aggressively to his face.

To be honest, with an attitude this arrogant and flashy, if an outsider saw him, they would think the motorcycle shop belonged to him—that he was the true owner.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Wang An smiled, but it was a cold sneer.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and delivered a massive slap across the man's face.

A crisp "crack" echoed throughout the entire finance office.

Wang An had struck out in anger. Peng Sinan, who had been sitting in his chair, was twisted ninety degrees by the force, and then he and the chair crashed to the floor together with a chaotic clatter of crashing and banging.

Even the glasses Peng Sinan was wearing were sent flying. They flew a considerable distance before smashing against the wall; the lenses shattered into pieces, leaving only the frames to fall lonely from the wall to the floor. The only pity was that the frames and temples didn't break.

Looking at the dazed Peng Sinan, Wang An cursed loudly

"Fuck you! I've given you too much face. Do you fucking know who you're talking to?"

While cursing Peng Sinan, Wang An braced his left hand on the desk and leaped over it to Peng Sinan's side. Then, Wang An swung his large foot and began kicking the man on the floor.

For a time, the small finance office was filled with Peng Sinan's ghostly, howling screams.

The suddenness of the scene left everyone in the finance office completely shocked.

Specifically, the cashier, the internal clerk, the accountant, the other accountant, the two other clerks, as well as Huang Yufang and the other staff working in the shop, were all terrified by Wang An's violent behavior.

Mainly, these people knew Wang An, and they had worked with him during the period when the motorcycle shop first opened.

In their eyes, Wang An had always been a sunny young man who knew everything, could do everything, and possessed high emotional and intellectual intelligence, but simply disliked managing things.

Therefore, they never imagined that Wang An—the young boss who was unwilling to manage affairs, let alone manage employees—could have such a bloody and violent side.

Judging by his posture, Wang An was showing absolutely no mercy; he was clearly kicking Peng Sinan to death.

After several consecutive kicks, Sun Dafu finally reacted. He hurriedly bypassed the desk to pull Wang An back, advising anxiously

"Xiao An, Xiao An, stop it! What are you doing? How can you resort to violence?"

Wang An didn't actually intend to kick Peng Sinan to death; he simply wanted to vent. The words Peng Sinan had spoken had truly infuriated him.

So, under Sun Dafu's pulling, Wang An stopped kicking, but his mouth continued to curse

"You idiot who can't understand human speech, fuck you! Now, immediately, right this second, pack your things and get the hell out!"

Peng Sinan's stubborn attitude, his careless and negligent way of working, and his idiotic behavior of making things difficult for colleagues and customers made Wang An not want to look at him for another single minute.

His manner was virtually identical to that of a salesperson in a supply and marketing cooperative or a waiter in a state-run restaurant—perhaps even worse.

In Wang An's view, this Peng Sinan was a pure, brain-damaged idiot.

Not only had he made Wang An, the boss, lose face in front of the employees, but he had also exposed his own vile nature.

Wang An truly couldn't understand how Ma Guoqiang, who was generally quite shrewd, could have hired such an idiot with defective emotional and intellectual intelligence, and then placed him in such an important position as the cashier.

With an idiot like Peng Sinan around, Wang An felt the motorcycle shop would offend everyone and never establish a good reputation.

Therefore, Wang An disregarded Ma Guoqiang's feelings; he not only struck the man but also told him to get out.

Just as Wang An was pointing at Peng Sinan on the floor and cursing him, the two "second-generation" heirs, He Liang and Ma Guoqiang, arrived at the shop.

As soon as they entered the lobby, they heard Wang An's cursing coming from the finance office. Thus, they didn't linger in the lobby and hurried toward the office.

Along the way, He Liang teased Ma Guoqiang

"Even Xiao An, who's always reluctant to manage things, has been provoked to the point of rage. This Sinan guy you hired is truly something else, hahahaha!"

Ma Guoqiang also said with a face full of frustration

"If it weren't for returning a favor, do you think I'd be willing to hire such a moron? Fuck, this idiot is in his thirties; I think those thirty-plus years were lived for the benefit of a dog."

But immediately after, Ma Guoqiang smiled cunningly

"This is perfect. Let Xiao An fire him. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have known how to make a move, hehehehe."

He Liang rolled his eyes at Ma Guoqiang and said irritably

"You're truly fucking evil. You're so fucking evil you're smoking. You don't want to offend people yourself, so you let Xiao An do it."

Ma Guoqiang gave a sheepish smile and said

"What else can be done? None of you want to be the bad guy, so it has to be Xiao An. Anyway, he doesn't do any work day in and day out; it's fine for him to play the butcher occasionally."

Hearing this, He Liang nodded in deep agreement

"True. We can't let him just hide in the comfort of his home every day while we do all the work! Hahaha... just thinking about it is satisfying."

As they spoke, the two reached the door of the finance office, and the conversation ended.

It was easy to tell from their words that they were actually aware of Peng Sinan's actions, but because of concerns regarding certain people and matters, they hadn't dealt with him directly.

The fact that Peng Sinan had provoked Wang An was exactly what He Liang and Ma Guoqiang wanted to see.

There is a phrase called "killing with a borrowed knife," and that was exactly their intention.

When He Liang and Ma Guoqiang entered the finance office, their expressions had turned grim.

With a long face, He Liang said with a hint of anger

"I heard a commotion the moment I walked in. What's going on here?"

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