Entertainment: My predecessor is a diva and my current boss is a boss

With a loud bang, the iron gate of the single detention room opened, and Tolerance in uniform said with a smile:
"Executive Chiba, you can go now. Junichi Watanabe and Nanako Yamano, whose dentures were knocked out by you, have issued a letter of understanding!"

Chiba Zhongtai sat up from the bed in the corner, jumped to the ground, and ran out barefoot.

He didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.

"Executive, your shoes!" Tolerance fawned, and chased after him with his leather shoes.

Chiba Zhongtai stopped, took his shoes and put them on.

Tolerance took the pen and paper: "Executive Chiba, you can leave after you sign this."

With a pale face, Qianye Zhongtai signed his name in a fluttering manner.

Another tolerance took a transparent bag, which contained personal items such as mobile phones, wallets and watches.

"See if there is anything missing!"

"No, they're all here!" Chiba Zhongtai didn't even look at it, grabbed the bag, turned around and left.

Humiliated enough, he couldn't wait to get out of this damn place.

Today is the unluckiest day since he was 56 years old.

When he was off work, he was beaten up in the company lobby, and Chiba was rational at first.

These old guys can't move.

Later, I don't know which sinister old man used the vicious trick of monkey stealing peaches, which completely angered Chiba Zhongtai.

He casually grabbed an old man who beat him the most, and punched him head-on.

The old man fell on his back, and a pair of dentures flew into the air with his movements.

Now that he had already made a move, Qianye Zhongtai was furious, and he punched back again, hitting the little old lady who was still kicking him in the back, and her face was full of flowers.

The ferocious performance completely shocked this group of lawless old men.

These people flinched back a few steps, not daring to make any more moves.

Bah, you bitch.

Chiba Zhongtai spit bloodshot saliva, and straightened the torn tie.

A piercing siren sounded outside the Maehara Building, and the old men and women all turned their heads to look.

Seventeen or eighteen Tolerances with explosion-proof shields rushed in together.

The sound of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" leather boots stomping on the ground sounded rhythmically, and a majestic voice asked:

"Who is hitting someone?"

Hundreds of old men looked at each other, raised their fingers to Chiba Zhongtai, and said in unison:
"he!"

In this way, Executive Qianye turned from a victim to a suspect, and was locked in the detention room of the Yamen.

It's just that the rich still have privileges, and the tolerance of the benefits, not only gave him a single room, but even the enjoyment inside was hotel-level.

Everything is fine except that there is no freedom.

Chiba Zhongtai is not worried about his result at all.

He knew that his subordinates would try their best to fish him out.

It's just that being taken away by tolerance this time is really a big embarrassment.

This group of old guys, after I go back, I will definitely not leave any of them.

As expected, within two hours of being locked up, someone came to release him on bail with a letter of understanding.

"This guy Soma's ability has improved compared to before!"

Chiba Zhongtai strode out of the Yamen.

Outside the door, his Bugatti Veyron was parked.

The driver stood respectfully by the door, waiting to pick him up.

When he got into the car, the driver slammed the door shut.

Qianye Zhongtai was taken aback by the dim street light.

On the back seat of the Bugatti Veyron, sat a man in a black trench coat and a wide-brimmed top hat.

"May I ask who you are, why are you in my car?"

"Jie Jie..." The collar of the man in the windbreaker stood tall, completely covering his face.

His laughter was contrived and sharp, as if deliberately covering up his original voice.

"Executive Chiba, how is it? Through this incident, you can see the true face of Saori Maehara, right?"

The man in the windbreaker had a hoarse and low voice, which was completely different from his original voice.

Chiba Zhongtai didn't feel strange: "So it's you, aren't you afraid of being discovered by Maehara Saori?"

"So what if you find out?" The man in the windbreaker laughed loudly:
"The big deal is to leave Maehara Co., Ltd. and fight to the death."

"Hehe... you are willing to give up the wealth of Maehara Co., Ltd., and that little beauty Maehara Saori?"

"Hey..." The man in the windbreaker's laughter was as piercing as a knife scraping rust.

"Maehara Co., Ltd. will be mine sooner or later, as well as that little bitch Saori!"

"Then I wish you success as soon as possible, please get out of the car, I want to go home and sleep."

"No, I released you on bail because I want you to help me!" The man in the windbreaker suddenly turned around, staring at Qianye Zhongtai's face with two murderous eyes.

Qianye Zhongtai's face was uncertain: "I was beaten so badly by those old men for helping you, how do you want me to help?"

He pointed to his bruised left eye socket for the other party to see.

"Executive Chiba, don't forget, as long as I disclose the fact that I have lost money to Maehara Co., Ltd. over the years, it will not be so easy for you to get out of the detention room!"

"Eight grids!" Qianye Zhongtai was furious instantly, and rushed to grab the collar of the man in the windbreaker:

"You promised me that as long as you cooperate, this matter will not be exposed!"

The dim light from the street light came in through the car window, reflecting the two flames in his eyes.

The man in the windbreaker smiled and pointed to the driver standing outside the window:
"Executive Qianye, unless you can silence everyone, you'd better cooperate with me!"

"It turns out..." Chiba Zhongtai's hands trembled: "...So it turns out that my driver is someone you placed!"

"It doesn't count, but in this world, there is no one who cannot be bought with money. If there is, it is because you don't give enough money."

Qianye Zhongtai let go, sat back slumped, and said with a lonely expression:

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The man in the windbreaker erected the collar he had knocked down to cover his face:

"That's right, only cooperation is a matter of mutual benefit!"

After a pause, he said seriously:
"I want you to resign!"

"What?" A cold light flashed in Qianye Zhongtai's eyes, is this forcing me to die?
"Don't worry, my Chiba executive, the resignation is only temporary. When Maehara Co., Ltd. is replaced by me as the master, you can come back anytime you want!"

I believe in you.

Holding the handle in other people's hands, Chiba Zhongtai had to bow his head.

"Okay, tomorrow I will hand over the resignation letter to Saori Maehara!"

"No, no, Executive Chiba, you are wrong. You didn't hand in the resignation letter yourself, but the entire manga department resigned."

The voice of the man in the windbreaker was as cold as the wind blowing from Jiuyou:

"...I heard that the manga department is planning a [Dragon Ball] recently, and wants to fight against Sony. If Executive Chiba can bring its original team to the project, the president of Sony, Shiliang Nakano, will definitely welcome it!"

Chiba Zhongtai's eyes showed uncontrollable panic:

"Devil, you are a demon, this is going to break the lifeline of Maehara Co., Ltd."

The man in the windbreaker smiled: "Thanks for the compliment, I'm ashamed!"