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It was still early when we left Mr. Wu Qingyuan's house.

Ye Chen originally planned to go straight back to Jiangcheng, but his phone rang as soon as he drove to the alley entrance.

The caller was Zhou Wantong, whose voice carried a hint of schadenfreude. The fat man's laughter came through the receiver, so loud that Ye Chen almost dropped his phone.

"Nephew, are you in the provincial capital? Don't rush off. Your brother Tiezhu's logistics company is having a little trouble. Since you're nearby, why don't you stop by and help him out? I'll send you the address to your phone."

Before Ye Chen could ask what the trouble was, the call ended.

Immediately afterwards, a WeChat message came in: No. 188, Chuangye Road, High-tech Zone, Provincial Capital, Tiedun Logistics Headquarters.

Ye Chen looked at the address on his phone screen and felt that something was off.

Who is Song Tiezhu?

A retired special forces soldier, the owner of Iron Shield Logistics, a tough guy who can manage forty truck drivers single-handedly.

What trouble could his company possibly have that requires an outsider to handle it?

Moreover, Zhou Wantong's tone just now clearly indicated that he was suppressing a laugh.

There's definitely something fishy going on; that fatso always likes to play pranks on people.

Although Song Tiezhu was not a disciple of Medicine King Valley, he had stayed on the mountain for a period of time back then. Every time he went back, he would bring Ye Chen all sorts of strange and wonderful snacks and toys. He was the one who doted on Ye Chen the most among all the people.

Song Tiezhu's matter is Ye Chen's matter.

Ye Chen turned the steering wheel and drove the car towards the High-tech Zone.

The headquarters of Iron Shield Logistics is a six-story gray building with a simple and unpretentious appearance.

A row of heavy trucks was parked neatly at the entrance, each one gleaming clean, even the mud on the sides of the tires had been washed away.

Just by looking at the setup in this parking lot, you can see Song Tiezhu's style of leading his team: strict discipline and meticulous attention to detail.

Ye Chen parked the car, told the receptionist, and went straight up to the sixth floor.

Song Tiezhu's office was at the end of the corridor. The door was ajar, and voices could be faintly heard coming from inside.

Ye Chen knocked on the door and went inside without waiting for a response.

Then he froze.

A row of girls were standing in the office.

Ye Chen roughly counted them, and to be precise, there were six.

They come in all shapes and sizes, but they all have one thing in common: they are all very good fighters.

They were all wearing training clothes, some with short knives at their waists, some with bandages wrapped around their wrists, and some were still carrying nunchucks in their hands.

The air was thick with tension, and the girls all looked rather grim, as if they had just had a fight.

Song Tiezhu sat behind his desk, a rare hint of helplessness on his perpetually poker-faced expression.

Seeing Ye Chen come in, he stood up as if he had seen a savior, walked over and grabbed Ye Chen's shoulder with such force that Ye Chen almost stumbled.

"Ye Chen, you've come at the right time. Come and help me settle this matter." Song Tiezhu's voice was low and urgent, completely different from his usual taciturn manner.

"Brother Song, what's wrong? Do they want to fight you?"

Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh, and then looked at Song Tiezhu with a puzzled expression.

Song Tiezhu looked at Ye Chen with a helpless expression, his face extremely ugly. The usually taciturn man was in a very difficult situation with so many women in front of him: "They are all female disciples from various martial arts schools in the provincial capital. Last month, I helped them resolve a troublesome matter, and then they... they insisted that I agree to something. I told them that I was not considering personal matters for the time being, but they wouldn't listen and insisted that I give them a reason. When I couldn't give them one, they wouldn't leave."

It took Ye Chen several seconds to realize what "personal issues" meant.

After Ye Chen figured out the reason, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, which turned into undisguised schadenfreude.

Is Brother Tiezhu surrounded by girls?

"So, all six of these are beauties and have suitors?" Ye Chen's gaze swept across the six girls' faces, he coughed lightly, and barely managed to suppress a laugh.

The girl at the front stepped forward, crossed her arms, and had a defiant look in her eyes.

She was dressed in a bright red training uniform, her long hair tied into a neat high ponytail, her features delicate yet spirited, like a rose with thorns.

"My name is Shen Hongyu, from the Shen Family Martial Arts School in the provincial capital." Her voice was clear and loud, as if she were announcing her name on the fighting stage.

"I came to thank Brother Song, not to pressure him. It was those girls who insisted on arguing; it has nothing to do with me."

A girl in a white training uniform snorted coldly. She looked gentle, but her words were anything but polite: "Shen Hongyu, could you please put down your nunchucks before you say that? Aren't you here to pressure him? Who was it that said in front of the whole street last time that they wouldn't marry anyone but Song Tiezhu?"

"I'm just saying what I want to say, is it bothering you? Didn't you, Lin Shiyin, also say that he's your ideal type? Do you want me to repeat what you said?"

"you……"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing!" A girl who looked the youngest squeezed out of the crowd, stood between the two groups, and made a stop gesture with her hands.

She had her hair in a bun and her face still had a bit of baby fat, making her look no more than eighteen years old, but her tone of voice was very mature. "I'm saying, ladies, we're here today to reason things out, not to fight. Brother Song helped us, and we like Brother Song, but those are two separate things. There's nothing wrong with liking someone, but if you keep arguing like this, it will only make things difficult for Brother Song."

Lin Shiyin glared at the girl with the bun: "Chu Qiaoqiao, what are you pretending to be a peacemaker for? Who was that person who brought Brother Song the dumplings he made himself last week?"

Chu Qiaoqiao's chubby baby face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple: "That...that's just normal gratitude! Brother Song has a sensitive stomach; eating in the cafeteria all the time isn't good for him!"

"How did you know that Brother Tiezhu has a bad stomach? You have to explain this clearly..." Shen Hongyu also joined in the attack.

"I...I observed it myself. Who told you not to observe carefully? Saying you like Brother Song, it's all a lie, isn't it?"

"Chu Qiaoqiao, you..."

……

The scene descended into chaos.

The six girls were divided into at least four camps, digging up each other's secrets and refusing to give an inch.

Song Tiezhu was quite charming; six girls almost came to blows over him.

They argued about who knew Song Tiezhu first and whose cooking was better.

The argument escalated from who has the most authentic kung fu to who has the most sincere way of confessing their love.

Ye Chen stood to the side, watching with great interest, almost as if he wanted to take out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and eat them while watching.

Song Tiezhu stood next to Ye Chen, his iron-like face turning pale and then red, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

Song Tiezhu lowered his voice, almost gritting his teeth as he squeezed out the sentence: "Brother Ye, please give me some advice quickly, or I won't be able to live."