Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 172: We’ve Already Broken Up!

"That's right, Jiang Siming, if you want to make a move, have you asked us?"

"With so many of us here, do you think you can take us on?"

"If you dare to lay a hand on President Wang, I'll be the first to take you down!"

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These former colleagues had completely turned against Jiang Siming and stood on the opposing side.

Not only did they no longer treat Jiang Siming as a former colleague, but they also acted as if he were an enemy, even though Jiang Siming had not provoked them in the slightest.

Jiang Siming glanced at them, but none dared to meet his gaze.

With so many people backing him up, Wang Jun was no longer afraid of Jiang Siming and continued to mock him, though he no longer dared to mention Jiang Siming's parents.

"After so many years in Shanghai, you're still like this. I became a manager while you've always been just a little employee. This is not without reason; those who stand by my side will definitely benefit, while those who go against me will never have a good end!"

As soon as Wang Jun finished speaking, a graceful figure entered through the door.

"President Jiang, I've moved all the red wine to the car! My hands are aching from carrying it; you need to reward me well~"

Wang Jun heard the voice and found it very familiar; when he turned around, he was stunned.

He wasn't the only one caught off guard; Jiang Siming's former colleagues also stood there dumbfounded, mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

Zhang Yuhan also saw Wang Jun, and an awkward atmosphere spread throughout the tobacco and liquor store.

The corners of Wang Jun's previously proud mouth trembled as he said to Zhang Yuhan, "Baby... what did you just call him?"

Zhang Yuhan quickly regained her composure and calmly replied, "He is my new boss, the chairman of Yinghuan Financial Company."

Wang Jun temporarily set aside Jiang Siming's identity, his mind focused solely on one thought.

"Your new job is to work beside him?" Wang Jun couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, I am his secretary." Zhang Yuhan felt it was time to lay her cards on the table and stand firm, using this opportunity to express her loyalty to Jiang Siming.

"Who the hell is his friend? Just a little nobody running errands for someone else. Do you really think he can afford so many cigarettes?"

Wang Jun was sure he wasn't mistaken; Jiang Siming was definitely running errands for some boss, and that car surely belonged to someone else.

Jiang Siming couldn't be bothered to talk much to someone living in their own world. He picked up the fifteen boxes of cigarettes and walked towards the door.

"If you want to stay, then stay here with your boyfriend. I'll give you half a day off," Jiang Siming said as he passed by Zhang Yuhan.

Zhang Yuhan immediately corrected her attitude and said seriously, "President Jiang, I'll go back with you; he's no longer my boyfriend."

"Dear, what nonsense are you talking?" Wang Jun panicked and stepped forward to grab Zhang Yuhan's hand, but she slapped it away.

"Wang Jun, I'm not upset about our argument yesterday, but today you've really disappointed me. Because of your personal grievances, you want me to give up my future. You're too selfish. From today on, we have no relationship at all."

"Let me explain, dear. There must be some misunderstanding. How could this Jiang possibly be a chairman? You must have been deceived by him!" Wang Jun chased after her, trying to persuade her earnestly.

Zhang Yuhan, feeling impatient, said, "He is the chairman of Yinghuan Financial! You can check online if you don't believe me! I don't want to waste my breath on you anymore; we have already broken up."

After saying that, Zhang Yuhan quickened her pace and ran to catch up with Jiang Siming. "President Jiang, wait for me~"

Wang Jun chased after them, only to watch Jiang Siming skillfully open the trunk of that luxury Babbitt car, place the cigarettes inside, and return to the driver's seat to start the engine.

Meanwhile, his girlfriend had already taken the passenger seat without hesitation.

As the car started, it sped away in a flash, disappearing from sight.

Wang Jun stood there, mouth agape, unsure of what to think.

The colleagues who had followed behind were also looking at each other, not wanting to say a word.

They could have attached themselves to Jiang Siming, but the ridiculous thing was that they had let go of this opportunity to climb to greater heights.

"It's impossible! It must be impossible! This Jiang is lying! He's lying!"

Wang Jun yelled at the air, his face flushed, then turned and ran to his car to chase after the exhaust of the Babbitt, speeding away.