Chapter 843: One Man Guards the Pass

The slap Wang An delivered instantly left the accountant dazed.

The accountant's originally shrewd little eyes suddenly became vacant, and he shook his head vigorously.

Mainly, given Wang An's strength, regardless of whether a person was in good shape or not, taking a direct hit like that was bound to be fucking jarring.

After the slap, Wang An continued to glare and snarl, asking

"Are you going to talk? Fuck you, you dared to sell me overpriced cement; you've really fucking had enough to live, haven't you?"

To be honest, because those 8 tons of cement cost an extra 240 yuan in total, Wang An felt fucking angry whenever he thought about it during this period.

The key was that cement wasn't cheap to begin with, yet the price sold to him was still fucking inflated.

One had to realize that 240 yuan in this era was certainly not a small sum; even a formal employee would have to work for a full half-year or more to earn that much in hand.

As for ordinary folk, to put it bluntly, they fucking couldn't save up 240 yuan in several years.

This was a fact.

Although Wang An had money and wasn't short of 240 yuan, spending money normally and being swindled were two completely fucking different things.

Moreover, based on what happened last time, Wang An buying cement at a high price was clearly a result of being schemed against!

And at the forefront, aside from that factory director Bai Zhihong, this dog-bastard accountant was undoubtedly the number one accomplice.

Therefore, in beating him, Wang An could be said to have not wronged him one bit.

Hearing Wang An's shouting and cursing, the accountant finally woke up from his stupor. Unfortunately, most humans have a very shitty habit: "they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

Once the accountant regained his senses, he casually grabbed an enamel mug from the desk and threw it at Wang An with great defiance, cursing angrily

"You little brat, back when I was fighting in the war, you were still pissing..."

One could tell that if he continued cursing, the next words would definitely be "and playing with mud."

However, before the enamel mug could land and before the insults were finished, Wang An's big foot kicked out.

With Wang An's fighting experience, the moment the accountant picked up the mug, Wang An saw that he intended to fight back.

Since he knew what was happening, Wang An naturally had to strike first to gain the upper hand!

But to be fair, in this situation, the speed of a foot was definitely different from the speed of a hand.

Thus, this kick from Wang An sent the accountant, along with his chair, flying backward.

It must be said that this kick of Wang An's was absolutely heavy and powerful.

Immediately after, Wang An charged forward like a leopard, bent over, grabbed the accountant's hair with his left hand, and then clenched his right hand into a fist and punched him.

Having come this far, how could he just stop after one hit? Besides, hitting only once wasn't Wang An's style.

So, once Wang An's fists started swinging, they didn't stop.

And while beating the accountant, Wang An continued to curse furiously

"This is for selling at a high price! This is for selling at a high price! This is for selling at a high price!"

Wang An didn't know how many times he said this sentence; in any case, the number of times he said it was fewer than the number of times he swung his fists.

But to be honest, Wang An didn't keep hitting the other party's head, mainly for fear of killing him.

Furthermore, Wang An didn't use his full strength, mainly because using full power was too fucking tiring.

Only people who fight often know that the physical stamina consumed in a fight is more exhausting than doing heavy manual labor.

Just as Wang An was beating the man and cursing, the sounds of fighting and shouting alerted the employees in other offices.

Soon, the employees from other offices all rushed into this room.

A rough count put them at about six or seven people. Fortunately, there were both men and women, with only three men.

It was then that Wang Li reminded Wang An

"Fourth Brother, people are coming."

To be honest, in a unit like a cement plant, having this many office staff was actually fucking useless.

On this point, the cement plant really should have learned from the brick factory.

Look at that brick factory; the vast majority of office work was basically handled by the factory director alone.

He didn't know why this cement plant needed so many office workers.

To put it bluntly, what the fuck was the point of having all these free-loading office dwellers?

Of course, this wasn't a problem Wang An should care about. Right now, Wang An only cared about how much the cement actually cost.

With the influx of these six or seven people, various shouts of obstruction and angry curses rang out

"Who the fuck are you? You dare come to our cement plant and run wild?"

"Let go right now! I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

"Everyone, grab some weapons, kill this troublemaker!"

As they spoke, two people picked up a rake and a broom leaning in the corner.

Seeing that Wang An was about to be beaten, Wang Li somehow found the strength to spread his arms, blocking all the people coming in and pushing them forcefully toward the door.

It must be said that the phrase "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand cannot pass" was perfectly applicable to Wang Li at this moment.

One person blocking six or seven people showed just how brave Wang Li was right now.

Actually, the reason Wang Li was so brave wasn't entirely because of him.

It was mainly because these people were all "mouth-fighters"—they shouted loudly, but in reality, perhaps not a single one actually wanted to step up and help.

Even the two holding the rake and broom looked like they were just putting on a show.

Otherwise, how stupid would you have to be to fight with a rake and a broom? If you just swung a stool or a chair, wouldn't the lethality be huge?

After a few more hits, Wang An finally lifted the accountant up by his hair, like dragging a dead dog.

At the same time, Wang An asked while cursing

"Speak! What is the normal selling price of cement per ton?"

By now, the accountant's consciousness was blurred from the beating, and he answered subconsciously

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! Normally it's 180 a ton, it's really only 180 yuan a ton, I didn't lie to you!"

It must be said that most people are the same—they don't know how to read the room.

After a thorough beating from Wang An, the previously arrogant accountant now answered whatever he was asked without a single lie.

Hearing this, Wang An cursed angrily

"It's clearly 180 yuan a ton, yet you fucking insisted on selling it to me for 210! How the fuck can you be so vicious? Tell me quickly, what the hell happened? Where the fuck did that difference of 30 yuan go?"

The conversation between the two immediately silenced the office dwellers. Each of them clearly hadn't expected the accountant to spill the beans.