My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 94

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Just as he was thinking this, a man in a suit approached and stopped in front of him. He spoke in a polite yet firm tone, "Mr. Zhao, our boss's time is precious. Please talk to me."

The assistant smiled, his tone smooth but unyielding. "If your request for compensation is reasonable, we will naturally provide it."

Father Zhao looked at the man, his smiling face sending a chill down his spine. He swallowed hard, starting to second-guess himself.

What was "reasonable"? He knew full well that his family didn't have a leg to stand on. He was only trying to extort money, just being a nuisance. He'd taken a long leave, lost his full attendance bonus, and even got some grief today. So what if he wanted a little compensation?

But who would've thought that the other side would put on such a big show? This so-called assistant had a smiling face, but Father Zhao could sense an unsettling, sinister feeling from him. He realized that he might not be able to get anything good out of this situation.

Just as he was about to let it go, his mother suddenly rushed out. The old lady, who had been crying and complaining about aches and pains just moments ago, now moved with surprising agility. She pointed her finger at the assistant's nose and shouted, "What do you mean by reasonable? He just bullied an old woman and my grandson! Shouldn't they be compensating us? They have to pay! It's gotta be at least 100,000!"

The moment she saw the assistant, Grandma Zhao had completely different thoughts from Father Zhao. She figured, this person had an assistant—he must be a rich man. She was determined to take advantage of this opportunity and squeeze him for all he's worth.

The assistant looked at Grandma Zhao's face, which was as wrinkled as a jujube, and, because she was so agitated, her face looked even more distorted. Her eyelids drooped, and her slanted eyes gave off an unpleasant aura.

He frowned, skillfully dodging her finger, which was nearly poking him in the eye, and his disdain for this family hit its peak.

"Mom! Stop making a scene and go back!" Father Zhao, who worked at a large company, had a bit of common sense. He quickly realized that these people weren't ones they could afford to offend. When he heard his mother make such outrageous demands, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Go back? Go back to what?" But Grandma Zhao was in no mood to listen to anyone. She shook off her son's hand and muttered, "Son, don't you see these people are rich? I need to take the chance and squeeze a little more out of them."

However, this "muttering" was only in her mind. She was old and had trouble hearing, so her voice unintentionally grew louder. The assistant could hear it clearly.

He frowned. What kind of people were these?

Father Zhao was nearly driven to madness by his own mother, and his voice rose in frustration. "Can you stop causing trouble? Go back right now!"

Grandma Zhao didn't care why her son was saying this; she only knew that her son had just yelled at her!

She looked at him in disbelief, then immediately started crying and wailing, "My life is so hard! I raised my son all by myself, and now he doesn't even respect me! God, why are you so cruel to me..."

Father Zhao, hearing this, felt his face burn with embarrassment. This was so humiliating!

He had grown up with Grandma Zhao in the countryside. His father passed away early, and Grandma Zhao, a widow, managed to send him to college through sheer force of will.

It could be said that no one in the village dared to cross her, and at the time, Father Zhao had been one of the beneficiaries. He didn't mind it. But now, with his mother turning on him, he finally understood how embarrassing it all was.

More and more residents from the neighborhood had gathered around, and Father Zhao was relieved that no one from his company was there; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to show his face at work.

The assistant coldly observed this farce before finally speaking up. "Mr. Zhao, let's discuss this properly."

Father Zhao was filled with frustration and grumbled, "Forget it. We don't want any compensation."

Just like that, a simple "no compensation" was supposed to end the matter? The assistant couldn't help but smile. This couldn't end like this. If he didn't handle it well and let the boss cool off, how could he face his boss as an assistant?

"Not wanting compensation doesn't mean this is over," the assistant said. "The fault lies with you, not my boss."

Upon hearing this, Father Zhao turned pale. He sized up the assistant from head to toe. "You're not trying to make us pay money, are you? No way!"

He couldn't afford to offend them, but he certainly wouldn't pay.

He didn't believe that the old and young in his family could be forced to pay money just because they were bullied. It was ridiculous!

"We're not short of your little amount," the assistant smirked, sarcastically.

Father Zhao was on the verge of losing it. "You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the assistant suddenly added, "Before coming here, I did a bit of background research. Funny enough, I've crossed paths with your company's boss a few times."

Father Zhao's words were stuck in his throat. He froze for a moment before dryly saying, "What... do you mean?"

A bad premonition arose in his mind, but he couldn't figure out how the assistant could possibly have connections to their company's boss.

This had to be a joke, right?

"My boss and his friend were wronged by you, so naturally, we need to make it right," the assistant said, quite satisfied with Father Zhao's reaction. "This will be easy to report back to my boss later."

After speaking, the assistant turned and left, leaving Father Zhao standing there, filled with unease. He repeatedly reassured himself, telling himself that it wouldn't be like that, it couldn't be.

Father Zhao, whose abilities were mediocre at best, had only managed to get into this company because of sheer luck. If he had to find another job, where could he ever find one as good?

So, Father Zhao was truly terrified.

But no matter how scared he was, nothing could change the situation. A sudden, sharp ringtone pierced through the silence. Father Zhao looked at the phone screen and saw that it was his boss calling. His fingers trembled as he answered the call, still holding on to the faintest hope that it might be a misunderstanding.

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