"You said you want a 'tearing steel project', and we'll give you a 'tearing steel project'. From scratch, to help you build a workshop, staff, site, equipment, materials, what you want to give, is to let you follow the experience of others, copy a 'hand-torn steel' out. But......" Lu Jiali asked coldly, "Did you copy it out?" ”

A person from the management department has repeatedly interfered in the affairs of the technical department. And this is simply saying that he is incompetent!

The fire in his heart was burning, Zhang Ziyu raised his head, looked at Lu Jiali, and asked, "This is a normal project research." It's about technology, do you know technology? ”

At this time, Ling Shijian finally found that Zhang Ziyu's state was not right, and Zhang Ziyu seemed to be extremely irritable today, and if he was slightly stimulated, he would become angry.

Zhang Ziyu's character is not like this; The plan they analyzed and made in advance was not such a rigid plan.

"Hehehe!" Lu Jiali sneered, "I really don't understand technology.

"But I know that the company is not engaged in charity, the company pursues efficiency, and if it has the ability, it will go on; If you don't have the ability, you can go down.

"We gave you two months to copy out a hand-torn steel from the existing information, but you didn't do anything as simple as that. After a few months, I came up with a failure report.

"If the company is all technicians like you, it is not far from going out of business!"

Copy a tear steel out?

The fire in his heart burned into his brain, and Zhang Ziyu felt that his brain was buzzing. He wanted to rush off the stage now, lift Lu Jiali's hair, lift his fat body, and smash it on the ground like Hulk dumping Loki.

"Bang!"

He slapped the table and raised his voice: "If the company is full of people like you who play with power and don't do business, then it will go out of business." You are a management department, why are you pointing fingers here? ”

"I'm in management, and I don't know about technology." Lu Jiali replied, "But I found someone who understands technology." ”

"Him?" Zhang Ziyu pointed at Chen Wenmin.

"Of course!" Lu Jiali said, "Let me introduce you, this is a senior engineer from the head office, Chen Wenmin and Chen Gong." People have been engaged in hand-torn steel research for a longer time than you are. The information you copied was written by someone else. Don't come down to thank people? ”

Zhang Ziyu was already furious, he had already lost his normal thinking ability, and he scolded directly: "Idiot! Lao Tzu knows better than you who he is.

"Lao Tzu asks you, how much is his annual salary? What is my annual salary? You asked him to come over from the magic capital and give him hundreds of thousands a year, just so that he could reproduce the hand-torn steel? ”

Ling Shijian was sure that something was wrong with Zhang Ziyu, she frowned and stood up.

"Annual salary?" Lu Jiali sneered again and again, only to feel that Zhang Ziyu had stepped into her trap step by step, "You got the money, then I'll have a good fight with you!"

"Your batch of materials, two rolls, more than 20 tons, rolled from beginning to end. How much does it cost to make raw materials? How much does it cost to consume electricity, manpower, and equipment during the rolling process?

"All this money is all lost with your failure this time!

And because of your failure, for two months, the company did not make hand-torn steel, that is to say, the company's two-month hand-torn steel business order is gone. If we had produced the steel earlier, how much would we be able to sell in two months?

"All of this is lost because of your waste. Are you talking to me about money now? ”

Rubbish?

I was actually scolded for being a waste?

The anger instantly overturned Zhang Ziyu's Tianling Gai, his eyes turned red, and he stared at Lu Jiali condescendingly, like a beast, and shouted angrily: "What did you say?!" ”

There was a monk sitting beside her, Lu Jiali was not afraid, and she emphasized word by word:

"I mean, you're a !! of shit"

She added, "It's because of your waste that the production is delayed, and the company is time-consuming and laborious." I only hate you for being shameless, without dignity, without bones, kneeling under a woman's skirt, willing to be a little white face, and I can't expel you. ”

From denying ability, to denying IQ, to now denying Zhang Ziyu's dignity. Scolding, Lu Jiali is professional, and she didn't use any qualifying words, but she fundamentally denied Zhang Ziyu.

"Boom !!"

Zhang Ziyu's whole person exploded in an instant, the muscles all over his body were congested and bulging, and the loose overalls were tightened, and the wound on his left shoulder that had not yet recovered collapsed, and blood splattered!

scolded him for not being capable, but he could endure it because he was capable; scolded him for having no brains and couldn't settle accounts, but he could bear it, because he had brains, and he was much clearer than Lu Jiali, a layman; But scolding him for his little white face, he couldn't bear it.

He threw a fist and smashed the table in front of him.

"I'll kill you!!"

In the sawdust, in the blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and a superhuman punch smashed into Lu Jiali's head from the stage.

He was already carried away by anger and anger, and he didn't think at all that with his current strength, if this punch went down, Lu Jiali's head would explode.

"Ziyu!"

Ling Shijian shouted.

But Zhang Ziyu couldn't hear it at all, his fist didn't contain any strength, and he smashed it with a punch!

"Whoa!"

There was the sound of a table shattering.

"Young man, you're very angry!" A man's voice came, it was not Lu Jiali.

Zhang Ziyu raised his head, and in front of him was blood red, and in this blood-red vision, it was the Tang Dynasty decorating priest that Lu Jiali found to deal with Lingshi Sword.

The Tang decorator folded his palms together and caught his fist, but his back slammed into the table in the first row of the meeting, breaking the table.

How dare you stop me?!

How dare you disobey me?!

The tyranny filled his heart, and Zhang Ziyu had only one thought in his mind: kill!!

Kill everything that stands in his way!

"Ahh

He did not close his right fist, and then made a straight fist with his left hand to the eyes of Don Decorator; Don turned his head sideways and avoided it.

Zhang Ziyu stepped closely, his right arm bent, and an elbow smashed into Tang Decorator's head.

After receiving Zhang Ziyu's first punch, Tang Decoration knew that it was powerful, and took half a step back, while bending to the left to avoid Zhang Ziyu's elbow.

But he forgot that behind him, sitting on his left was Lu Jiali, and on his right was Lu Yi, and he stepped back to the right and knocked down Lu Yi's wheelchair.

Lu Yi fell to the ground, struggling with his hands, looking frightened, and trying to crawl backwards.

It's just that Tang Decorator didn't care about him, and only shouted: "He's very wrong, you guys get out of the way." ”

Ling Shijian was already on stage at this time, behind Zhang Ziyu, she looked at Zhang Ziyu in the audience, and vaguely knew the reason why Zhang Ziyu was crazy.

But she didn't make a move, and let Zhang Ziyu fight with the Tang decorator; It's just that her right hand is a sword finger, and the sword qi on it is ready to go, as long as the battle situation is unfavorable to Zhang Ziyu, she will not hesitate to split the Tang decorate in half.

And the other people in the audience had already become a mess when Zhang Ziyu smashed the table. Some ran out of the room; Those who didn't run out were crowded at the back of the conference room.

As for the pull frame...... After seeing the power of Zhang Ziyu's punch, no one couldn't think about it.

An elbow missed, Zhang Ziyu twisted his waist, his arm opened, and slammed his fist into the face door of Tang Decorator.

The obese Lu Jiali got up in embarrassment, and wanted to help Lu Yi from behind the Tang decorator; Zhang Sai is worthy of being the general manager, he reacted quickly, climbed out of his position as soon as possible, and was almost at the back of the conference room.

Tang Decorator was about to retreat, but he saw that Lu Jiali was behind him, and he was afraid of hurting her life, so he didn't retreat; I wanted to avoid it in other directions, but I felt that it was too late; I wanted to cast a spell to resist this punch, but the mana had just been running......

"Bang!"

A punch smashed him in the face.

Zhang Ziyu's physical body at this time, with the evaluation of the Lingshi Sword, is no longer inferior to the body of an innate master, in addition to not knowing martial arts, spells, and no combat experience, he is actually an innate realm.

He's a berserker, and this Tang Monk is a mage. He doesn't have skills, and Don Decorator doesn't have time to put skills.

This punch directly smashed Tang Decorator into the air. Turning around more than a dozen times in the air and smashing to the ground, seven or eight tables in the third, fourth, and fifth rows of the conference room were smashed by him.

Zhang Ziyu jumped on his knees, jumped over a distance of three meters, stepped heavily in mid-air, and stepped towards the abdomen of the Tang Decoration who had just landed.

If this foot is stepped on, the belly must not burst?

Tang Decorator was so shocked that he didn't care about his image and rolled to the side to avoid this kick.

"Boom!"

The foot stomped on the ground, a few cracks in the marble floor, and the soles of the protective shoes were imprinted on the floor.

Tang Decoration got up on the ground, squatted up, and quickly pinched his hands, the gray light condensed, and there was a collection of spiritual energy.

He is a mage, Zhang Ziyu is a berserker, the two sides are A, he really can't beat him, and now he can only release his skills as soon as possible.

But Zhang Ziyu in the frenzy didn't give him a chance at all, and as soon as he landed, he took the right foot he stomped off as the axis, lifted his left foot, twisted his waist and kicked him in the middle position, and kicked him in the head.

The seal is ready, and the spell will be released.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tang Decorator saw the rapidly approaching labor protection shoes, and he hesitated in his heart again, should he cast spells desperately, or should he temporarily avoid the edge?

Printed!

The gray light became a gray film, spreading from the hands to the shoulders!

He got up at the same time......

"Bang!"

Labor protection shoes kicked him on the shoulder!

The gray film that had just spread to his shoulders shattered instantly, and his whole body flew out sideways.

"Boom ......"

and smashed three or four rows of tables, tables and chairs.

Zhang Ziyu didn't stop, jumped up again, and stomped down again.

Don didn't react this time and was stepped on in the chest. Fortunately, the gray film that spread to the chest resisted, and the chest was not directly crushed.

Zhang Ziyu knelt down, pressed the Tang decorator who wanted to get up, sat down with his buttocks, sat on the belly of the Tang decorator, and got the riding seat.

His eyes were blood-red, and he stared at Tang Decoration. The left hand pressed on the whole face of the Tang decorator, and the right hand formed a fist, forcefully and congested, and became as big as a sandbag!

Tang Decorator's eyes were inexplicably frightened, and he shouted: "Don't!! ”

"Ahh

Zhang Ziyu roared violently.

One punch down!

"Bang!"

Tang Decorator was punched in front of the door, the bridge of his nose was shattered, and blood was splattered!

Zhang Ziyu's left shoulder wound was cracked, and blood was flying!

In the smell of blood, Zhang Ziyu became even more tyrannical, and he finally ignored it, and put his hands into fists......

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Just smash it down!

Zhang Ziyu formed a fist with his left hand, and Tang Decorator still put his hands up to protect his head.

But the strength of this mortal was too great, he only felt pain, only felt that he would die at any time.

A second is longer than a year, and a second seems like a lifetime.

"Ahhh......hh

In Zhang Ziyu's roar, Tang Decorator felt confused. It seems that when I was a child, I had a marquee.

The colleagues who were huddled and huddled in the back of the conference room looked at Zhang Ziyu, who was like a madman in the smoke and sawdust and blood splattering, and their faces were full of fear.

Three minutes is the longest three minutes in the life of Tang Decorator, such as in hell; It was also the longest three minutes in the life of other colleagues, and they were tortured.

The fist stopped......

"Whew...... Whew......"

In the empty, quiet conference room, someone gasped.

In the smoke and dust, someone got up.

He was covered in blood and sweat, he looked around, Ling Shijian looked at him on the stage, Lu Jiali and Lu Yi were not far away, cowering on the ground and didn't dare to get up, and the rest of the colleagues were in the back of the conference room, frightened.

As for the conference room, more than two dozen sets of tables and chairs were damaged.

He lowered his head again, and the Tang Decoration Priest under him was covered in blood, and his hands were still holding his head, but the flesh and blood on his arms were blurred, revealing Bai Sensen's bones.

But it's okay, it's not dead yet, it's still panting.

"Ziyu?" Ling Shijian stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Ziyu gasped twice and said in a deep voice: "Call him to take him to the hospital." ”

Lingshi sword responded and hit the two-hundred.

Zhang Ziyu dragged his heavy steps and walked towards the outside of the conference room, and when he walked to Lu Jiali's side, Lu Jiali hugged Lu Yi and shrank back in fear.

Seeing this, he sneered: "You want a steel foil workshop, right?" As you wish, it's yours now. ”

Lu Jiali did not speak.

He said no more, walked out of the conference room, and went to the window.

It was a gloomy morning, and by this time, it finally began to rain.

It was a torrential rain, and it was raining heavily.

Through the rain curtain, he looked at the mountains in the distance, gasped, and asked aloud, "Loquat tree heart?" ”

Ling Shijian followed behind him, lowered his head, and replied in a weak tone, "It should be." ”

She cooked it for Zhang Ziyu to eat, but it didn't get rid of the anger.

Zhang Ziyu shook his head, but didn't say much.

In the past few days, I have drunk the soup of the loquat tree, but I am all at home, either accompanying Lingshi Sword to watch dramas, or playing games, and the overall mood is relaxed and happy, and there is no anger at all.

So much so that he had no defenses at all.

When he first got angry, he didn't even expect this stubble, he just vented violently, and he reacted.

"It's good now...... he said, "fights, maybe jail time, or at least, jobs." The compensation for dismissal is gone.

"The price of a bowl of chicken soup turned out to be 150,000."

"I'm sorry." Ling Shijian said in a low voice.

She seems to have messed up again.

…… Why again?

Zhang Ziyu raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

Is it Lingshi Sword's fault? It doesn't seem to be.

It seems that the fault of the matter is himself. If he didn't do what he could, he wouldn't have been hurt; If he wasn't injured, Lingshi Sword wouldn't have given him a stewed loquat tree heart; If he didn't drink that chicken soup, then he wouldn't run wild, and he could easily deal with Lu Jiali as planned.

"It's none of your business, it's my fault!" He muttered.

The police car came first, and the colleague who escaped from the conference room was the first to call the police.

But Tang Xianshi still wanted the dignity of being an immortal cultivator, and although he was beaten by Zhang Ziyu to be inhuman, he still reconciled with Zhang Ziyu under the mediation of the police.

The affairs of the immortal cultivators are solved by the immortal cultivators, where is the turn of mortals to take care of them?

Later, the ambulance took Don to the hospital. The nurse's sister couldn't help frowning when she looked at the injury on Judge Tang's hand.