Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

The implication is to talk about Pan Yijing, let him have self-knowledge and leave the company by himself.

Seeing the way Song Jin and the others pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, they also felt that it was a bit too much for the senior executives in the past.

But they didn't dare to come out to dissuade them rashly. They were afraid of burning the fire on themselves, so they just stepped back and quietly watched the situation here.

Pan Yijing, who had been standing still and said nothing, suddenly grabbed Yang Zhe.

"Stand still."

Yang Zhe never questioned Pan Yijing's decision. He nodded and stood beside Pan Yijing with a calm expression.

Hearing Pan Yijing's words, Song Jin's group restrained their smiles and looked at them playfully.

Song Jin was even more arrogant. He patted Yang Zhe's face and sneered: "What does Mr. Pan mean, you want to fight for this dog under you?"

Pan Yijing said solemnly, "It's a matter of courtesy, Mr. Song. If you move my people, I will naturally fight back."

"Otherwise, if it spreads out, it won't be good for you or me."

Pan Yijing's tone was calm, his eyes blazing at Song Jin.

Song Jin restrained himself, silently withdrew Yang Zhe's hand, and smiled to smooth things out.

"Hahaha, just kidding, don't take it seriously, Mr. Pan."

"Yeah yeah, just kidding."

"Yes, for fun, it's all from the same company."

Pan Yijing said this, but it really frightened the people next to Song Jin, and his tone was quite serious.

They don't want to get beaten up for flattering Song Jin.

If the gains outweigh the losses, Song Jin will not reward them, and will only be beaten in vain.

But Pan Yijing is not the one who speaks for the sake of it.

Staring at Song Jin's subordinates, Pan Yijing said, "How did you fight, how did you fight back?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Jin's eyes widened in disbelief, the faces of those few people were panicked, and they never thought that they would be beaten.

After receiving Pan Yijing's instructions, Yang Zhe responded, rolled up his sleeves, and unceremoniously punched the bridge of their noses.

Yang Zhe used to be a trainer, so Yang Zhe could handle these thin people by himself.

After a few hits, the few people who were standing at the elevator door just now fled with their heads in their hands, completely lost their arrogant look.

Song Jin was frightened, and pushed the few people away to take advantage of the chaos to run to the side, for fear of Yang Zhe's revenge fist.

Seeing Song Jin fleeing in embarrassment, Pan Yijing silently raised the corner of his mouth, and a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.

It wasn't until those few people were beaten that their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, sobbing and speechless, that Yang Zhe stopped.

After those few people were beaten, they just lay on the ground, screaming one by one.

Song Jin looked at Pan Yijing and Yang Zhe who were standing next to each other with a frightened expression, only fear remained in his eyes.

Seeing the corners of Pan Yijing's lips, Song Jin immediately became furious.

"Mr. Pan, what do you mean? People who beat me in front of me really don't give me any face, eh?"

Pan Yijing replied fluently: "Then I would like to ask Mr. Song to insult my special assistant in front of so many people, what is his intention?"

Song Jin was speechless, snorted and said nothing.

"Mr. Song, please."

Song Jin slapped his face directly, "I'm not going, Mr. Pan should find someone else."

"As an employee of the company, facing this kind of regular meeting, I have to participate in it."

"You can also not participate, unless one day you are not my subordinate."

"As long as I sit in the president's seat for a day, you have to listen to me."

As soon as these words came out, Song Jin was immediately speechless.

But Song Jin was not a fuel-efficient lamp either, so he shouted loudly: "Yo, it's incredible, just sitting in this position for a few days, you dare to yell at the company's old man?"

Pan Yijing looked directly at Song Jin, "It's ridiculous to rely on the old to sell the old."