"Impudent fool, daring to come to my door."
He berated, grabbed Zhou Yuan's collar, and slapped him across the face again.
Zhou Yuan, who had been smug moments before, was dazed by the slap.
"Song Qiao, you dare to hit me!"
In his rage, he had forgotten the difference in their strength.
He swung his fists, intending to fight Song Qiao to the death.
"You're asking for it."
Although Song Qiao had advised Ye Zhiwei to remain calm earlier, it didn't mean he wasn't furious about the assassination attempt that morning.
He dodged Zhou Yuan's punch with a swift movement and delivered a rapid series of over a dozen slaps to his face.
The next moment.
Zhou Yuan's face was swollen into a pig's head, and he sat on the ground, utterly pathetic and disheveled.
"Zhiwei, against someone who throws themselves at trouble, there's no need for calmness."
"Only a slap can make them truly recognize themselves!"
Song Qiao vented his anger, calmly took out a tissue, and wiped his hands.
Ye Zhiwei looked at the miserable Zhou Yuan before her and couldn't help but stick out her tongue.
She secretly grumbled in her heart about Song Qiao:
"Hmph, after telling me to be calm this morning, you personally took action this afternoon."
"Wasn't that slap you gave me pointless then?"
"Song Qiao, you're finished."
"I'm part of the security department now, so you're done for."
Zhou Yuan struggled to get up from the ground, his venomous eyes filled with a hint of smugness.
His intention in coming to provoke them was to make Ye Zhiwei retaliate, thus drawing the attention of the security department to Ye Zhiwei.
This way, Li Bingqing could easily attack her in the stock market while Ye Zhiwei was overwhelmed.
However, the plan was ideal.
No one had expected Song Qiao to be there, and he had beaten him without holding back.
These dozen-odd slaps would likely prevent him from eating solid food for days.
"If you continue to yap here, I won't hesitate to throw you down the stairs."
Song Qiao didn't take his threat seriously at all. He gave Zhou Yuan a half-smile, looking as if he was about to act again.
"You, you just wait for me."
Zhou Yuan's eyes darted with panic, and he quickly retreated a few steps.
This was the twelfth floor, after all.
If Song Qiao truly lost his temper and threw him down, an ambulance wouldn't be needed; he'd be attending a funeral the next day.
He forcibly suppressed the trembling in his legs and, like a rabbit encountering a wolf, turned and fled.
"Peh, a dog-like creature dares to cause trouble here."
Song Qiao sneered dismissively and saw no reason to chase after him.
"Song Qiao, this Zhou family does have some connections to the security department."
"We..."
Ye Zhiwei's expression flickered upon hearing the mention of the security department.
She looked at Song Qiao with some concern.
Coming from a prominent family, she naturally understood what the security department represented.
Once they got involved, the entire Ye family would be in serious trouble.
"Don't worry, someone like Zhou Yuan is at most a subordinate arranged by Mo Ling."
"He can't stir up any major trouble."
Song Qiao waved his hand and reassured her gently.
"That's good, then."
Ye Zhiwei finally breathed a sigh of relief, her expression softening slightly.
"Knock knock knock."
A sudden knock came from outside the door.
"Brother-in-law, someone from the company is here to see you."
"They're waiting in the reception room now," Xia Xueqing's voice came from outside.
"See me?"
Song Qiao felt a pang of doubt. After a moment of silence, he said:
"Alright, I'll be right there."
...
Saying that, he walked directly from his office to the reception room.
"You must be Mr. Song. I am Meng Cheng from the security department."
As soon as Song Qiao entered, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa quickly stood up.
With a face full of excitement, he extended his right hand to Song Qiao.
Hearing the man's name, Song Qiao's eyebrows shot up.
He shook the man's hand without betraying any emotion.
"So, a distinguished guest from the security department. My apologies for the lack of proper greeting."
"Xueqing, quickly go and brew some of my best tea for Mr. Meng."
"May I ask what brings Mr. Meng to see me today?"
Zhou Yuan had just left, and now someone from the security department had arrived.
This made him ponder inwardly.
"Mr. Song, you needn't be so formal."
"I'm here at the recommendation of Governor Zheng Shan to invite you to join our security department."
Meng Cheng said sincerely, clearly having already assessed Song Qiao's capabilities.
Xia Xueqing's eyes lit up.
The requirements for joining the security department were said to be extremely strict, and she was surprised that her brother-in-law had received an invitation.
Once he joined, he would have official status.
However, before she could rejoice for Song Qiao, he shook his head without hesitation and refused.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Gu, but I cannot accept your invitation."
"I merely wish to conduct my business honestly and have little interest in joining such an organization."
Meng Cheng looked at Song Qiao with considerable surprise.
His eyes showed a look of disbelief.
He hadn't expected this fellow to reject such a generous offer without even considering it.
"Mr. Song, you've misunderstood. We are inviting you to join the security department to serve as a training instructor."
"As for carrying out missions and other duties, you will have complete freedom to choose whether to accept them or not."
Meng Cheng was unwilling to give up and continued to raise his offer.
"This..."
Hearing the other party's terms, Song Qiao couldn't help but feel a flicker of interest.
Not having to execute missions meant he would have a sinecure position.
He could also obtain official status in the future, allowing him to reach a higher echelon.
"Brother-in-law, you should agree. If you join the security department, everything will be much more convenient," Xia Xueqing tugged at his sleeve and whispered persuasively.
Song Qiao nodded slightly.
He looked at Meng Cheng, then nodded and said, "In that case, I'll agree to join the security department."
"But I have one condition."
Meng Cheng's eyes lit up again, as he had lost hope.
"Please state it, Mr. Song. We will do our best to fulfill any requests we can."
"When I wish to withdraw, I must be able to do so at any time."
Song Qiao smiled and calmly proposed his condition.
"No problem, I accept on behalf of the security department."
Hearing this condition, Meng Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief. He took a brand-new uniform and identification card from his briefcase.
He solemnly handed them to Song Qiao.
"Mr. Song, you are now a member of our security department, with the position of specially appointed training instructor."
"I hope we can cooperate happily."
Song Qiao smiled, took the uniform with both hands, and handed it to Xia Xueqing.
He shook Meng Cheng's hand again.
"Happy cooperation!"
Seeing that the matter was concluded, the latter stood up and took his leave.
Just as he left, Xia Yuqing arrived at the company.
"Honey, I heard Ye Zhiwei was attacked this morning? The assassin even used a gun?"
As soon as she entered, she asked Song Qiao with a worried expression.
"Mmm."
"But she's fine. I managed to get her out at the time."
Song Qiao nodded faintly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
"You..."
Xia Yuqing's heart suddenly tightened. Just as she was about to ask further, she noticed her sister was still present and felt a little embarrassed.
Xia Xueqing pouted from the side, looking displeasedly at Song Qiao.
She muttered softly:
"Always rushing in to show off, what if something happens later?"
"Hey, someone like Zhou Yuan can't hurt me. I'm going to deal with that brat tonight anyway."
Song Qiao waved his hand calmly, responding with a dismissive air.