Chapter 28: Collapsing at a Single Blow

"You’re fired."

Smith was still in a daze, his face etched with disbelief.

“Who is this guy, talking with such authority?” Li Taizai thought Smith must have been stunned by anger and seized the chance to show off in front of him.

Although Li Taizai looked down on people like Duan Jijin, he dared not put on the airs of a superstar in front of foreigners from the Beautiful Country. After all, his entire nation depended on the favor of that country.

“Shut up.”

Sweat was already forming on Smith’s brow, and yet Li Taizai was trying to curry favor at such a moment. President Mary was fluent in the local language—wasn’t this just asking for trouble?

“Madam President, I hardly know him…”

“Mr. Smith, aren’t you the president of the Asia-Pacific region? Why are you afraid of her, the president?” Li Taizai eyed Smith suspiciously.

But instead of helping Smith, these words only made Smith want to throttle him.

He was merely the president of the Asia-Pacific region, but she was the president of Deepsea Corporation. Didn’t he see how she fired him with just one sentence?

“Miss Mary, I…”

Smith was about to explain, but Mary interrupted coldly, “Smith, I can give you a chance for professional mistakes, but you’ve offended someone you should never have. I cannot give you that chance.”

Smith was even more shaken. Who could possibly command such attention from Miss Mary? He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Xuanyuan Datang.

Only that old man seemed extraordinary.

And then Smith was utterly dumbfounded.

Xuanyuan Datang walked up to the man called Ye Qiu, as if he were the true master of the day.

Who was he?

Why would Miss Mary care so much about this man from China?

Li Taizai finally understood and immediately fell into deep self-doubt.

The woman before him, as beautiful as Marilyn Monroe, was actually Miss Mary, the president of Deepsea Corporation, the most likely candidate to become the first female billionaire of the Beautiful Country.

“Mr. Smith, she must be an imposter hired by the Chinese. Don’t forget where we are.”

Smith, as president of the Asia-Pacific region and an executive at Deepsea, knew Mary well. But Li Taizai’s words jolted him awake. This was a cosmetic surgery hospital. These cunning Chinese must have hired someone to look like Miss Mary.

It had to be.

“Despicable Chinese, how dare you impersonate our president? This is a serious diplomatic incident. I will protest to your government…”

Smith was still struggling when his phone rang.

Mary’s name appeared on the caller ID, and he was instantly delighted.

“Despicable Chinese! Our president is calling—she must want to expose you herself… Hello, Miss Mary, I’ve discovered—”

“It’s me.”

Mary waved the phone in her hand.

Not an impersonation.

It really was Miss Mary.

Smith completely lost his composure, roaring, “You can’t just fire me like this! I’m the president of the Asia-Pacific region. You need a board resolution to dismiss me!”

“No need.” Mary glanced at him coldly. “I have absolute authority over personnel. From this moment, you are removed from your position as president of the Asia-Pacific region.”

Then, Mary looked carefully at Ye Qiu. “Mr. Ye, if you’re not satisfied, I can have my audit team review his financial records while in office.”

“No, you can’t do this.”

Smith was now utterly panicked.

Ye Qiu shrugged indifferently. “This is your company’s decision.”

“I understand.”

Mary immediately called the CFO. As she spoke, Smith grabbed a folding knife from the front desk, howling as he charged at Mary, screaming, “You bitch! I’ll die with you!”

Bang.

People only saw a blur. Smith’s massive body was sent flying by a kick from Ye Qiu, crashing heavily into the front desk.

“Mr. Ye…”

Mary was overwhelmed—not because Ye Qiu had saved her, but because the man wearing the golden mask once descended from the heavens and kicked out the dangerous man threatening her.

So Mr. Ye was the owner of the golden card.

Her rescuer, so close.

How could she not be moved?

Ye Qiu lazily dusted his hands. “Take him away. Next.”

His gaze settled on Li Taizai.

Li Taizai instinctively hid behind Li Chengzhu.

“Sir…”

Li Chengzhu had just begun to speak when his phone rang. After only a few words, his expression changed dramatically. When he looked at Ye Qiu, his eyes were filled with disbelief and deep fear.

The call was from the president of the Korean Chamber of Commerce. All exports of high-tech chips to over a dozen countries had been cut off, business with the Beautiful Country severely damaged, losses of at least billions.

Listening to the president’s furious roar, Li Chengzhu finally lowered his arrogant head, fawning over Ye Qiu, “Mr. Ye, you misunderstand. I only wanted to express my respect. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Thud.

Li Chengzhu dropped to his knees.

“What?”

Li Taizai began to question his entire existence.

Not only did Li Chengzhu bow to a Chinese man, he even apologized in perfect Mandarin.

Hadn’t he always insisted that only Korean and English were noble languages?

“You see, it was just a misunderstanding.” Ye Qiu’s lips curled in a lazy smile. “But I’ve already spoken. Do you want me to eat my words like you do?”

“No, I wouldn’t dare.”

Li Chengzhu’s head drooped even lower.

“Get out.”

“As long as it will appease you, I’ll leave at once.”

“Wait.” Ye Qiu called out, pointing to Park Renyong. “That name annoys me. Do you know what to do?”

Li Chengzhu quickly replied, “Don’t worry. He won’t be ‘brave’ again.”

“Go.”

Li Chengzhu slunk off in defeat. Park Renyong was no longer the authoritative professor; he was as bewildered as Li Taizai.

That was Li Chengzhu.

One of the nation’s tycoons.

Driven away like a dog by a few words.

Li Taizai trembled, turning to Park Renyong. “Professor, what do we…”

“If you hadn’t spoken, I’d have forgotten about you.” Ye Qiu pointed at Li Taizai. “You’re planning to star in a big movie in the Beautiful Country, right?”

Then Ye Qiu looked at George. “That director, Spielberg, works under your group, doesn’t he?”

“When we came to China, I thought you might need him, so I brought a few directors along. They’re waiting outside.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why not let them in? They’re all major directors from the Beautiful Country. Making them wait outside like that—is that appropriate?”

George replied respectfully, “You didn’t invite them in. They wouldn’t dare.”

My god.