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"Report, I'm sorry, teacher. I fell on the way and arrived late." Yang Xiaoyou opened the classroom door and sincerely apologized to the teacher who was conducting the lesson inside.
"Come in. Be more careful next time. Do you need to go to the infirmary?" The history teacher, who was somewhat older, smiled kindly.
The bruise on Yang Xiaoyou's face was unmistakable.
"I've already applied some ointment, thank you for your concern, teacher." After gently closing the door, Yang Xiaoyou took her seat.
Although she had been bullied again this time, Yang Xiaoyou felt quite satisfied. After she specifically reminded Feng Lin once, he still couldn't control his strength properly, which showed that her performance this time had indeed caused him some trouble.
This undoubtedly highlighted the benefits of her equipment. Perhaps it wasn't as strong as a simple dagger in close combat, but its versatile overall capabilities complemented her own characteristics well, resulting in a significant enhancement when used together.
However, because of her tardiness today, Sun Jun, who had caught wind of the news, found another excuse to potentially deduct points from her. It seemed that it wasn't just the history teacher who would be involved; he would likely come after her again.
In response to this, Yang Xiaoyou remained calm.
The chill of November at Night Tower's rooftop had already set in. At the top of the building, with no shelter from the night wind, it felt even colder.
Yet in this environment, a man clad in a black trench coat and wearing a helmet stood quietly on the railing, gazing down at the street below. The cold wind made his coat rustle.
Despite the strong winds, he stood firmly on the narrow railing as if he were not concerned about the height below him at all.
"I didn't expect the view here to be just right; this saves me quite a bit of trouble." After muttering to himself, he naturally stepped forward and dropped straight down from the rooftop.
Then, mid-air, he spun around and thrust out his hand. The blade in his grip easily tore through the wall and embedded itself firmly within it. With the pull of a rope at its end, he stabilized himself on a windowsill.
"I'm Cheng Yuanyang Shipping Group. Today we experienced a large-scale customer data leak incident. The authenticity of the leaked data is still under verification; however, a spokesperson from Chenghai Shipping Group has stated that this is purely a rumor. We will continue to follow up with reports on subsequent developments." While watching the news in front of him, he fed the obedient Yang Xiaoyou with an indifferent expression on his face.
If it were just a leak of customer data, it would certainly strike a blow to Cheng Yuanyang Shipping Group, but it wouldn't be fatal.
Recently, the information obtained through both online and real-world channels was far more than this. However, Yang Xiaoyou was not in a hurry to reveal everything at once. If he pushed too hard and made the other party feel utterly hopeless, they might resort to desperate measures, like cutting off their own tail and declaring bankruptcy to seek protection. At that point, after deducting bank loans, there might still be enough funds left for them to live comfortably for a lifetime. If Cheng Yuanyang Shipping Group were taken over and auctioned by the authorities, he wouldn't be able to reap sufficient benefits.
The plan was to boil the frog slowly, making the other party believe there was still hope while continuously injecting his own funds into the situation. Once they were completely trapped in despair, he could drive the price down to its lowest point.
Moreover, he had already contacted Nobunaga Hideyoshi to start freeing up cash. The longer it took to free up funds, the more pressure he could exert on this side.
Customer data was merely the first step and only preliminary information without any added details.
"Calling you here to volunteer at the Library is not an invitation for leisure. How can you still have time for yourself? Is this how a volunteer should behave?" Sun Jun said with a stern expression, addressing Yang Xiaoyou, who was sitting nearby engrossed in a finance book.
His voice echoed harshly in the quiet Library. "I'm sorry, Sun Jun, could you please lower your voice? This is a Library," Yang Xiaoyou replied as he looked up with a formulaic tone, seemingly blaming Sun Jun for not fulfilling his responsibilities while trying to demonstrate his own diligence.
Yang Xiaoyou had never been particularly interested in finance books. However, recently he needed to 'take care' of Cheng Yuanyang Shipping Group and had to review some relevant information he already knew to ensure he could effectively achieve his goals.
"You!" Sun Jun was already fuming and felt even more uncomfortable now. Due to some issues at home, he felt quite oppressed and had come looking for this fellow to vent his frustrations but ended up feeling even more irritated.
"Um, Vice President, Yang Xiaoyou has been very helpful and is quite fast at organizing the materials compared to me, an old-timer," Huang Ling stepped in to defend Yang Xiaoyou.
"Hey, if he's doing better than you in such a short time, why are you even here? Do you think this job can be done casually? Maybe we should just cancel your position so you can relax more," Sun Jun snapped back at Huang Ling, unleashing his pent-up frustration.
Hearing the other person's words, Huang Ling's expression changed. Yuying Middle School provided excellent volunteer benefits for students who worked to support their families, which could significantly help with household expenses. She truly cared about this job.
However, just as Huang Ling was anxiously organizing her thoughts and preparing to explain, a loud slap echoed across the room, landing squarely on Sun Jun's face.
"Did you not hear me? This is the Library, my territory," Yang Xiaoyou said calmly, her hand still raised from delivering the slap.
The force of Yang Xiaoyou's strike wasn't particularly heavy; it merely left Sun Jun's face slightly swollen, his jaw a bit loose, and a small cut at the corner of his mouth that oozed a trickle of blood.
Sun Jun was utterly stunned by this blow. He had never imagined that in a place like school, he would be slapped in front of so many people by someone he considered an outlet for his frustrations—someone he had never taken seriously.
"You..." He pointed shakily at Yang Xiaoyou, but before he could finish his sentence, another slap landed on the other side of his face.
"Do you really think being Vice President means anything? Once the students here no longer recognize you, you're nothing," Yang Xiaoyou said again, her voice steady as she withdrew her hand and returned to her original position without paying him any further attention.
It wouldn't be good to drag Huang Ling into this mess; this kind of animosity was something she preferred to absorb herself. After all, she had already made an enemy of him. She would definitely be blamed for this incident, so before that blame could be placed upon her, she decided to act in a way that would justify it.
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