Win people over with virtue

  "What were you just talking about with our director?" Yu Qingying asked as she walked out the door with Tang Zhendong.

  "It's nothing, Director Wang asked me to have tea with him, so I went in and had two cups."

  "Want to drink tea? He'll invite you for tea? Don't be ridiculous, there must be something going on. Speak up quickly, what is it? Otherwise, you'll face family law." Yu Qingying's fingers made another clockwise rotating gesture.

  "Director Wang wants to compete for the position of chief editor and asked me to help him."

  Qing Ying's eyes widened in surprise, "You? Help? You can help Director Wang compete for the position of chief editor?"

  Qingying is very familiar with Tang Zhendong's current situation. Although Tang Zhendong no longer sells fruit now, his economic or family situation will not be too good. If the family conditions are good, who would go sell fruit?

  So when Tang Zhendong said that Wang Xuebin asked for his help, Yu Qingying was indeed a little skeptical.

  "What's wrong, do you have questions?"

  "I'm just wondering if Wang Xuebin has taken the wrong medicine or something, why would he ask for your help?"

  "You suspect Wang Xuebin took the wrong medicine, but it's more likely that I didn't take any medicine. What, do you think Wang Xuebin had no chance?"

  "To be honest, I think the chances are slim because there are two competitors who are far stronger than him."

  Tang Zhendong nodded, "This is for the best, I can make good use of it. Otherwise, let's make another bet?"

  Just as Tang Zhendong was about to make a bet with Yu Qingying, several young hooligans with dyed hair in various colors walked over from the opposite side, walking sideways. Tang Zhendong and Yu Qingying were talking when the people from the opposite side came over, almost colliding with Yu Qingying and Tang Zhendong. Tang Zhendong took a step forward, blocking Yu Qingying's path, while Yu Qingying quickly retreated, bumping into Tang Zhendong's back, her prominent chest pressing against his back.

  Tang Zhendong hadn't even had time to savor the warmth and fragrance when a few hoodlums charged at him head-on. Tang Zhendong's dantian sank, his waist dropped, and he sat firmly in his saddle, his body suddenly as solid as a bronze Buddha. The hoodlums who tried to crash into Tang Zhendong were instead sent tumbling in all directions by him.

  "What the f***, you blind or something? You wanna die?" a young punk cursed loudly.

  Tang Zhendong couldn't help but lose his temper when he saw the other person not only hit someone but also scold them. Tang Zhendong had never been a person who could endure humiliation, his character was like that: I never hold grudges, generally if there's a grudge it's settled on the spot.

  He was like this in the village, so he became the leader of these children. In prison, he dared to fight and made it to the top. After coming out, although his personality was somewhat restrained, the blood of a young man was still there, just like when Tang Zhendong went to find Yu Qingying earlier, he encountered the deliberate obstruction of the little security guard Ma Jiaoyang at the door. Tang Zhendong would not leave grudges for later, and as soon as he used the Guiguzi's technique of "Mogu Chenzhong", he made Ma Jiaoyang lose face.

  That's Tang Zhendong's character.

  At this moment, encountering those who deliberately provoke, whether it's against himself or the beautiful woman Qingying, Tang Zhendong will not let these people get away with it.

  Tang Zhendong took a small step forward, and with one kick, he kicked the young man's calf on the opposite side. Along the way, he also threw a punch, hitting the ruffian's cheekbone on his left side.

  These little rascals bully ordinary people, but when facing Tang Zhendong, who is originally skilled in martial arts and has been trained in the harsh environment of prison, where he practiced internal strength and fighting skills, they are destined to be beaten.

  This is still the case where Tang Zhendong intentionally held back his hand, if Tang Zhendong had used his full strength, these four or five little rascals would have been dead long ago.

  These people are not guilty of a capital offense, it's best to teach them a lesson and let them learn from their mistakes.

  Ma Jiaoyang hid in a van, watching Tang Zhendong show off his might. He had originally wanted to go up and beat the fallen dog, of course, the fallen dog in Ma Jiaoyang's heart was Tang Zhendong.

  The van's doors were all open, the fight was over faster than he had imagined, this little brat who made him lose face, and even snatched his love away, turned out to be a fighting master, obviously well-trained, which left Ma Jiaoyang hesitant and not daring to show his face.

  Is it going up or not? Ma Jiaoyang hesitated for a moment, and after Tang Zhendong finished speaking, he coincidentally met Ma Jiaoyang's eyes with a mixed gaze.

  Ma Jiaoyang was startled, and before he could decide whether to get on or not, Tang Zhendong had already seen him and ran towards him. Ma Jiaoyang was stunned, and without thinking about getting on or not, he shouted "Quickly!" and pulled the car door shut.

  Tang Zhendong's speed was so fast that once he got started, it was like a cannonball taking off. As soon as the van started moving, Tang Zhendong had already crossed the road and approached the van. The van accelerated rapidly, and at this moment, Tang Zhendong happened to be in mid-air, kicking with all his might. With a loud "bang", he kicked the side door of the van, denting it inward by half. Fortunately, the tables and chairs inside blocked it, otherwise, the door would have been completely shattered by Tang Zhendong's kick.

  Ma Jiaoyang in the car was stunned by Tang Zhendong's speed, and then suddenly a crash, it was a "bang" sound, the side glass of the van was completely shattered, the door also dented inward, and Ma Jiaoyang was knocked down to the seat.

  But at this time, the van accelerated and ran away quickly.

  Tang Zhendong patted his hands and didn't chase after him. Yu Qingying ran over from a distance, looked at Tang Zhendong left and right, "How is it? Nothing wrong?"

  "It's nothing." Tang Zhendong didn't lose a single hair on his body, what could possibly be wrong.

  "Let's go."

  Tang Zhendong pulled Yu Qingying and left quickly. Having just beaten someone, they had to hurry away. This was something that Tang Zhendong's "comrades" in prison had often pointed out to him.

  In prison, prisoners call each other comrades. After being released, they don't say they were in prison, but rather that they served in the army. Having spent eight years in prison is referred to as having served eight years in the army.

  Tang Zhendong pulled Yu Qingying to walk quickly, passing through the alley and arriving at a shopping mall. It was only then that Yu Qingying had the opportunity to speak up, "You're not allowed to fight from now on, did you hear me? It's too dangerous! You should win people over with virtue."

  Yu Qingying lived in a wealthy family, and the people she usually saw were all gentlemen, including her father and mother. She had never seen anyone like Tang Zhendong who would fight at the slightest disagreement. However, it was hard to deny that Tang Zhendong's heroic demeanor was something Yu Qingying liked. In her heart, men should be like this - shouting out when seeing injustice and taking action when necessary.

  This strange attraction made Yu Qingying almost unable to extricate herself.

  "These people are obviously intentional, they just want to cause trouble." Tang Zhendong immediately told Yu Qingying about the encounter with Ma Jiaoyang at the gate of the newspaper office, and then explained that this was the person Ma Jiaoyang had found to take revenge on him. "This kind of person, I understand, the more you tolerate him, the more arrogant he becomes, teach him a lesson and he will be honest afterwards."

  Tang Zhendong worships the philosophy of violence, which is related to his life in prison. Under its influence, he knows that when it's time for violence, one must not be gentle.