242: Chapter 242: Only Allowed to Slap the Face (Third Update) 242: Chapter 242: Only Allowed to Slap the Face (Third Update) Just when Zhang Fan was excitedly heading to the Armed Department, the Entrepreneurship Center was already seething.
Over two hundred people walked into Building A, leaving a group of security guards dumbfounded.
Good lord, these people don’t look like they’re here for work at all.
Does anyone bring a brick to work?
Soon, they came to their senses.
Damn, there’s trouble!
“Hey, what are you here for!” a security guard shouted.
“Looking for someone!”
“Who?”
“None of your damn business.”
With that, the group headed straight to the fifteenth floor.
They didn’t take the elevator but climbed the stairs instead.
With so many people, how many rounds would it take with the elevator?
Plus, it was the peak of rush hour, and the elevator area was already packed.
Suddenly, more than two hundred people snaked up the stairwell like a long dragon.
“Fuck, why are there so many people?
I’m going to be late.”
“God damn, what’s happening?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
A single tardiness and there goes my bonus.”
The teeth of the office workers were nearly clenched to breaking.
However, the security side was even more panicked.
“Someone is causing trouble, call the police quickly, there are over two hundred of them, we can’t hold them back,” a security guard said anxiously.
“Hang on, I’m doing it right now,” another responded.
“15th floor, room 108, right!
Brothers, here we are,” one of them said, heading towards room 108.
“Dare to mess with our Brother Fan, damn it.”
“Xuanyu Limited Company, right?”
“Brothers, shall we smash it or what?” one of them asked.
“First, bring out the guy who wrote the news article.”
“How?”
“Let me handle this.” A young man straightened his clothes and walked out.
“May I ask who you all are?” a girl at the reception asked, looking alarmed at the crowd gathered at the door.
“Don’t be scared, miss.
We are here to pay respects to the guy in your company who wrote this article.
Could you tell us where he is?” the young man said and then pulled out his phone, showing the news articles slandering Zhang Fan.
“What?” The receptionist was baffled and then asked, “What do you want with our editor-in-chief Liu?”
The young man smirked, “We are all fans of your editor-in-chief Liu.
You have no idea how annoying the guy in the news is.
Hurry and let your editor-in-chief Liu come out, we want to present him with a banner of honor.”
The group outside nearly fell over.
Fuck, present a banner of honor?
According to Brother Fan’s words, this was supposed to be about buffing, not presenting honors.
“Wait a moment, I’ll go call him,” the receptionist said and then ran off.
“Brothers, remember, you can only hit the face, no hitting elsewhere.
This is the first fight since our Dalian group was established; it definitely needs to be bright and outstanding,” the young man reminded the group.
“Hey, you, why the brick, planning to kill him?
Throw that away, show some class.
With so many of us around, we don’t need weapons,” the young man said disdainfully.
“Just picked it up at the door when I left, felt right to bring it along,” the man with the brick reluctantly tossed it into the trash can, his eyes burning with fervor.
This was the first fight since the Face-Slapping Group was established.
Damn, he had to make a move.
Liu Dazhuang was thrilled.
When he heard the receptionist speak, he perked up all over.
Damn, worthy of the effort I spent all night writing that article, meeting fans for the first time.
“Hey, Old Liu, you’re looking radiant.
Come across some happy event?” someone asked eagerly beside him.
Liu Dazhuang smirked, ran his hand through his hair while facing the computer screen, and then put on his glasses.
He dusted off some dandruff from his clothes, his face wearing an extremely excited expression.
“Bro, I’ve got fans now, and over two hundred people at that, blocking our company’s entrance.
Ha, you guys better keep writing your drafts,” Liu Dazhuang said as he walked towards the door.
“What the hell, since when does this jerk have fans?
Damn!” someone exclaimed incredulously.
“Could it be from yesterday’s interview?”
“Damn it, he got the only spot.
If it were us, we could have done it too,” another person said angrily.
“Ha, fans for the crap news he writes?
I’m the first not to buy it, aren’t they just actors he hired?”
“I really don’t believe it, he has fans?
Come on, let’s go out and see,” someone said, standing up with a face full of anger.
All Liu Dazhuang was good for was kissing up to others, totally useless otherwise.
Relying on his five or six years at this company, he never took anyone else seriously.
They wanted to see what kind of fans this jerk had invited.
Immediately, everyone in the company surged toward the entrance.
When they saw the massive crowd, they were all taken aback.
“What the hell, so many people?”
No way!
What on earth did Liu Dazhuang write?
“Dig up yesterday’s news; I want to see it,” someone said.
Suddenly, more than ten people took out their smartphones, curious to see what stunning news Liu Dazhuang had written.
“Holy crap, he dared to pan Zhang Fan?”
“Shit, everyone else is praising that guy, and he’s the only one throwing shade.
Could this be the legendary ‘contrast effect’?”
At that moment, Liu Dazhuang was extremely excited.
How many years had it been?
This was the first time he encountered such a huge fan group.
No, it was actually the first time he encountered a fan group.
Ha, let’s see what these people dare say about him now.
Liu Dazhuang straightened his suit and then spoke up, “May I ask if you have any advice for me?”
“Did you write this news?” the young man asked.
Liu Dazhuang glanced at his own article and burst out laughing, “Yes, I spent an entire night coming up with it.
Why, you also think that kid is too arrogant, huh?
Hehe, don’t worry, I will write a few more pieces later, you’ll get your fill,” he said.
“Hehehe!”
Suddenly, a wave of cold laughter spread.
The temperature around seemed to drop several degrees instantly.
“Why do I feel a killing aura?” someone said.
“It’s not that cold today.”
The people standing behind Liu Dazhuang suddenly sensed an ominous atmosphere.
Especially when they saw the cold gaze of that crowd outside, a chill ran down their spines.
“Is it really you?” the young man asked again!
Liu Dazhuang nodded fiercely, “Who else could write with such flair?
Ha, after all, I’m a graduate of a prestigious university.”
Suddenly, the young man reached out, grabbed Liu Dazhuang’s tie, and yanked it hard.
“Brothers, let’s go!”
With a roar, a group surrounded them.
“Damn it, calling yourself flamboyant, calling yourself a prestigious university graduate.”
A sinister voice sounded as a group of hands reached for Liu Dazhuang’s face.
“Slap slap slap slap!”
The crisp sound of slaps left everyone inside the company stunned.
Shit, are these people here to beat someone up?
“Hey, what the hell, who hit me?
Get this guy!” someone said, holding his head.
“Bro, sorry, my hand slipped,” was the reply.
“Ah!
Help, somebody, help!
There’s a fight!” Liu Dazhuang screamed miserably, his voice extremely shrill.
“Remember, only hit the face, we can’t lose the prestige of our Face-Hitting Gang.”
“Got it, hey, move over there, I haven’t had my turn yet!”