Celestial Night Emperor

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Fighting to Clean the Toilet

Supervisor Yang felt like he was about to have an aneurysm.

Who would have thought that Han Biwei, the one without even a degree, was the real Madam!

He groveled on the floor, desperately clutching Chen Haobei’s pant leg. ”President Chen, give me a chance! I’m a fucking idiot! I’m an asshole, I was wrong! I’ll go kowtow and apologize to the Madam right now.”

Wang Xiaoshuang was stunned!

It was the first time she had witnessed what true power looked like!

’But is it really that serious?’

’Why is Supervisor Yang so terrified?’

’It’s just a job, isn’t it?’

While Wang Xiaoshuang was still wondering to herself, she heard Chen Haobei’s sinister laugh. ”Scared now? You know our Marquis’s methods. For a mistake like this, even if you leave the Dongshen Financial Group, even if you flee this city, the Marquis will not let you go!”

Beside him, Zhao Nantian also sneered. ”The Marquis might be the easier one to deal with. At worst, he’d just make you homeless. But this time, you’ve offended the Madam! Heh, I’m fucking speechless. You know that our Mr. Qin has the utmost respect for Madam Han Biwei!”

This was what terrified Supervisor Yang the most.

As a mid-level manager in the company, he had long heard many legends.

Although the details were vague, the big boss behind the Dongshen Financial Group was definitely not just some rich man!

Not long ago in Jiangning, how were the five great tycoons, the twelve prominent families, and the incomparably powerful Zhao Family of the Golden Cauldron Commerce Association all wiped out overnight?

Just thinking about it made Supervisor Yang tremble all over.

”Get lost!” Furious, President Chen Haobei sent Supervisor Yang flying to the side with another kick.

Then, all twelve presidents turned to look at Wang Xiaoshuang.

Looking at the name on her work badge, their expressions grew grave. ”Excuse me, what else did that gentleman say?”

Wang Xiaoshuang replied dazedly, ”He also said... you have to get to the restrooms in ten minutes. If you don’t make it, you’ll... you’ll have to face the consequences!”

Ah!!

The twelve presidents shuddered. ”Young lady, how long has it been?”

Beads of sweat formed on Wang Xiaoshuang’s forehead as she bowed. ”I’m sorry, I should have said something sooner. It’s already been fifteen minutes!”

ROAR!

Chen Haobei took the lead, bursting out of the top-floor office like a whirlwind!

The elevator doors opposite opened, and the other presidents swarmed inside.

The last president, Liu Jianxing, grabbed the dazed Wang Xiaoshuang. ”What are you spacing out for, kid? Hurry up!”

The elevator descended rapidly, the twelve presidents squeezed inside, wiping away their sweat.

The silence was terrifying.

Wang Xiaoshuang stood at the very back, squeezed into a corner.

She couldn’t help but ask, ”Sirs, that... that handsome man... who is he, exactly?”

Chen Haobei and the others gave a wry smile. ”Silly girl, that’s the big boss behind our Dongshen Financial Group. Even the Marquis is his subordinate!”

Wang Xiaoshuang gasped, feeling lightheaded.

’He’s... he’s the boss of the bosses!’

’So... that makes Han Biwei the First Lady of the Group?’

’Wait, that’s not right!’

”The Marquis said that Mr. Qin’s identity is to be kept secret from the Madam for the time being. Our orders from Mr. Qin were to protect her from the shadows!”

The faces of the several presidents were now pale.

They had already missed the ten-minute deadline and had no idea how this would be handled.

From its very inception, the Dongshen Financial Group had been run in the style of the Night Emperor Battle Department!

Every person was a soldier!

The company rules were the laws of the Battle Department!

An order from a superior was a battle command!

The elevator doors opened. The lobby was much quieter, with only a few junior staff from the HR department left.

They were snickering as they looked toward the restrooms down the hall, gossiping about something.

”Yeah, that one. The woman who came for an interview today. She’s gorgeous, but what a shame she’s just a pretty face with no degree!”

”Haha, she chose to clean toilets herself. Couldn’t even handle that, so she called her husband to help?”

”That settles it. Fire Han Biwei as soon as she gets back! What kind of behavior is this? She’s treating the job like a joke!”

This group were all Supervisor Yang’s subordinates. With cigarettes dangling from their lips, they started commenting on Han Biwei’s looks again.

”With a little makeup, she could pass for a big celebrity on TV!”

”Yeah, she’s better-looking than those photoshopped streamers!”

”Why don’t we keep her? Hire her into the HR department as our office eye-candy. It’d be nice to have something to look at.”

”Heh, too bad she’s married. Let me tell you, married women, they’re...”

Their comments grew more and more vulgar.

Wang Xiaoshuang was furious listening to them, but Chen Haobei and the other twelve presidents were already red-faced with rage and charged forward.

The presidents grabbed mops and brooms, surged forward, and gave the group a furious beating!

”Get all of their names! Fire them immediately!”

The twelve presidents roared. The group opposite them was stunned, each man clutching his head and groaning in pain.

Then, they watched as the twelve top executives of Dongshen—the highest level of management—rushed toward the restrooms like a gust of wind.

’What the hell is going on?’

At that moment, in front of the restroom, Qin Tianxuan was holding a ”Cleaning in Progress” sign.

After putting the sign down, he picked up a mop, ready to go in and start cleaning.

”Mr. Qin!” President Zhao Nantian cried out. He sped up recklessly, executed a perfect sliding kneel, and grabbed the dripping mop with both hands. ”Please, allow your subordinate to do it!”

”Sir, let us!”

The other eleven presidents also sprinted over, some grabbing for the sign, others fighting for the bucket!

The scene descended into chaos.

The junior Dongshen staff who had followed behind them stood there with their eyes practically popping out of their heads, their jaws on the floor.

”The top-floor... twelve super-executives... are fighting to clean a toilet?!”

”Oh my god, I must be dreaming, right?”