Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

Then He Jianping led a dozen or so people dressed in Jiang Group security uniforms out of the company gate.

Everyone in the security department was carrying something; some were moving tables, some were moving chairs, some were moving water dispensers, and some were carrying several large pots.

The most outrageous thing was that the last few security guards were actually pushing two food carts, which were filled with boxed lunches, steamed buns, dumplings and several large buckets of hot soup.

He Jianping directed the security guards to set up their formation in the open space at the gate. Tables were lined up in a row, chairs were neatly arranged, water dispensers were plugged in, and the lids of large pots were lifted, immediately filling the air with the aroma of steaming food.

The man in overalls who was tearfully making his accusations was stunned, the female reporter holding the microphone was also dumbfounded, and even the live stream chat was filled with question marks.

He Jianping picked up the megaphone he had prepared beforehand, cleared his throat, and said with a broad smile, "Dear workers, thank you for your hard work! Jiang's Group has always put people first. Although we haven't owed you any wages, seeing that you've been standing here under the scorching sun for so long, our president has specially arranged for the canteen to prepare hot meals, hot dishes, and hot soup. Please eat and drink your fill first!"

The man in overalls's expression changed, then he shouted sternly, "Don't try that! We're here to get our wages, not to beg!"

He Jianping, still smiling, turned up the volume of the loudspeaker: "This worker is joking. By the way, our Minister Ye also said that considering how hard everyone has worked to get their wages, he has specially prepared a work subsidy for each worker who has registered their wage claim information. As long as you provide your real ID information, work contract, and wage arrears slip, after verification, each person can receive a 500 yuan compensation for lost work time."

As soon as He Jianping finished speaking, the scene erupted in chaos, and the crowd began to stir.

The onlookers nodded in approval: "The Jiang Group is truly honest and upright!"

But the expressions on the faces of those demanding their unpaid wages changed.

The man in overalls felt a chill run down his spine, realizing something was wrong.

These people were hired with money, so where did they get any employment contracts or wage slips?

If we really have to register and verify each one individually, wouldn't the whole thing be exposed?

He winked at the men behind him, and they immediately understood, shouting, "Stop with the pretense! We just want our hard-earned money!"

He Jianping's smile slowly faded, and his tone became serious: "Fellow workers, Jiang's Group has always acted with integrity. You keep saying the company owes you wages, so may I ask which company's construction team you are? What is the project name? What is the construction period? What is the project manager's name?"

A barrage of questions was thrown at him, leaving the man in work clothes speechless and stammering, unable to give a coherent answer.

Seeing the situation was turning sour, the female reporter tried to smooth things over, but He Jianping pointed the loudspeaker at her again: "And this reporter, may I ask which media outlet you're from? Could you please show me your press pass?"

The female reporter's face turned pale instantly.

She's not a reporter at all; she's just a nobody internet celebrity who got paid to act.

Press card? She had never even seen what a real press card looked like.

Just then, Ye Chen walked out from the main entrance.

He changed into a clean security uniform, walked steadily, and had a smile on his face, looking just like an ordinary security minister.

But those who were causing trouble felt a strange pressure and unconsciously took a half step back.

Ye Chen ignored the troublemakers and walked straight to the food cart. He picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, today's steamed buns are good, with pork and cabbage filling."

He turned to the man in overalls, his smile as gentle as a friendly older brother: "Hey coworker, haven't had breakfast yet? Here, have a couple of steamed buns to tide you over."

The man in work clothes felt a chill run down his spine.

The man seemed very polite, but the sharpness in his eyes made him feel uneasy.

"We won't eat! We're here to demand our unpaid wages!" the man in overalls shouted, forcing himself to stay.

Ye Chen shook his head regretfully, stuffed the remaining bun into his mouth, and after chewing it, slowly said, "I can skip the meal, but things need to be made clear."

He waved to He Jianping, who immediately handed him a folder.

Ye Chen opened the folder and slowly read aloud: "According to our overnight investigation, all labor costs for the Jiang Group and all its subsidiaries for the past three years have been paid on time and in full, with no arrears. These payment records, bank transfer vouchers, and copies of labor contracts are all here, and every single one is verifiable."

He held the folder high, showing it to the crowd.

"So, I'm curious, which construction team do you represent? And which payment is owed to you?"

The man in overalls broke out in a cold sweat; he never dreamed that the other party would actually pull out all the accounts overnight.

"We...we are..."

"Can't say it, huh?" He Jianping questioned from the side.

"Then I'll speak for you. You're not migrant workers at all, just a bunch of thugs who got paid to cause trouble. The leader, the callus on your right hand is from boxing practice. What kind of construction site would you get a callus like that from working there?"

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he stared intently at the man in overalls, the murderous aura in his eyes making the man feel suffocated.

The man in work clothes instinctively hid his right hand behind his back.

Ye Chen then looked at the female reporter: "And this reporter, your interviewing method is incorrect."

The female reporter looked down and immediately blushed, a gesture that said it all.

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. Those who had initially sympathized with the man demanding unpaid wages suddenly realized what was happening and pointed their phone cameras at the man in overalls and the female reporter.

"Damn it, it was fake!"

"These scammers, I almost fell for their tricks!"

Seeing that his scheme had been exposed, the man in overalls flew into a rage. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly pulled a baton from his waist and glared fiercely at Ye Chen: "You, surnamed Ye, are asking for it!"

His accomplices behind him also brandished their weapons.

Ye Chen stood motionless, his smile unchanged, but his eyes grew colder.

"You resort to violence when you can't win an argument? You asked for this." He cracked his neck, making a snapping sound.

The man in overalls charged forward, brandishing a baton, followed by seven or eight accomplices who swarmed in.

Ye Chen moved with the speed of a ghost, instantly cutting into the crowd.

He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the wrist of the man in overalls who was holding the baton, and twisted it gently. With a crack, the man in overalls screamed and the baton fell out of his hand and landed on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen slammed his right elbow into the chest of the man in overalls, sending him flying and knocking down his two accomplices behind him.

Before the remaining men could react, Ye Chen had already passed through them like a whirlwind. Every palm strike and every punch landed precisely on their pressure points. In less than ten seconds, all seven or eight burly men collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, none of them able to stand up.

Ye Chen dusted off his hands, walked over to the man in work clothes, and squatted down. His voice was soft, but it carried a chilling coldness: "Go back and tell the people who sent you that if you want to cause trouble next time, try a different tactic. If you come again, I won't be hitting your bodies."

He stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the crowd, and said, "Everyone, please disperse. This show is over for today. The Jiang Group operates with integrity, neither causing trouble nor fearing it. We welcome everyone's supervision."

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the crowd.

Looking at Ye Chen's retreating figure, He Jianping couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

This guy is really capable.