Afterwards, a cigarette, happy as a fairy, this has been said for a long time.

Master Li is a new person in the human affairs, I can't tell what mood it is, maybe it's too much mood, huddled together, and I become overwhelmed, but on the whole, the negative emotions are greater than the positive.

Although Master Li is also a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, he is not informal, but you can't bear this shameless face that is physically refreshing and still seeks psychological refreshment.

Zhang Kuan hurriedly clamped his legs. You're going to murder your husband."

"Don't be poor with me, hurry up and solve the following things for me."

Master Li is like an old-fashioned look, looking at the world, and the empress's demeanor soars into the sky.

Zhang Kuan was subdued by her momentum, and he didn't dare to make a mistake, and obediently picked up the torn little pants on the ground, wiped them clean, and put on his jeans directly.

Master Li shouted from behind, "You don't wear a shirt."

He shook his arms and turned his face to the side. It's all wounded, it hurts when you touch it, and you don't wear it, and you can't wipe it, and you can't wipe it.

Master Li was stunned when he heard this. Who wants your stinky clothes."

After speaking, Zhang Kuan had already opened the door and went out.

Outside the door, Wen Wenyuan looked at Zhang Kuan with adoring eyes, imitated Zhao Zhongxiang's dubbing of the animal world, and said slowly: "After a fierce fight, the male lion gradually gained the upper hand, the female lion slowly succumbed, and the lion continued to reproduce ......."

At first, Zhu Jianming gave an order, and seven or eight people besieged Chen Yun and Cao Yang.

Seeing this, Deng Lianshan gave an order, and more than a dozen security guards rushed over like little wolves, and quickly turned the tide of the battle.

Deng Lianshan and Zhu Jianming both realized that the matter was getting bigger, and each beckoned the people below to stop and start a verbal fight.

One of them bites the security guards and bullies the workers, beats people for no reason, and usually uses the inhuman regulations in the factory to make things difficult for the workers.

One said that the factory leaders are all locusts who eat the flesh of employees and drink the blood of employees, and the credit is all the leader's, and the sins are all the employees' land, and they are the big moths in the factory, and they are typical examples of corruption.

The two sides are swordsman, quoting scriptures, you come and go, each sentence must begin with greetings to each other's mother, the beginning of the word is the end of the word, but it is also very lively.

Don't you know, the bottom is just a mouth, and the chairman's room above is a real gun.

The more you the bottom, the higher the hatred value, and the more you the feelings above, the closer you get.

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense again, white-hot, and about to set off a new round of shock, I heard a lazy greeting from the exit of the office building: "Don't be noisy, listen to me."

Zhang Kuan's shirtless body, his chest was bright, his eyes were untouchable, the corners of his mouth were unruly, he came out of the door of the office building, and the onlookers consciously made a way.

Zhang Kuancai didn't care about the world's gaze, and when he passed the last step of the office building, he grabbed a kumquat tree, and even lifted the flower pot below.

Stand up to the pile of fabrics, look around, and say loudly. I'm the vice president of Wanyuan, and I'm going to check this batch of stolen goods.

For a while, no one dared to respond.

Zhang Kuan smiled, picked up the broken fabric that had been destroyed by paint and scissors with his foot, revealed the intact fabric underneath, pulled it out with his other hand, shook it away in the wind, and said sharply in front of the onlookers of the whole factory: "People are doing it, the sky is watching, I believe in everyone's judgment, such a good material, it was labeled as a scrap product, and it was sold at a cheap price for scrap. You say it yourself, if you are the vice president, you are not angry, if you are the boss, do you want to check."

Everyone was first frightened by Zhang Kuan's peculiar shape, the uninhibited smile, the sharp eyes, the peach-colored body, and the jeans that fit the body, all of which reminded the post-80s workers present of the majestic Chen Haonan.

Zhu Jianming also knows that things are rotten, the general trend has gone, and it is now this time. Liu Zhiqiang has not yet appeared. Vice President: The company's loss of materials is a matter for your top management, and it can be solved slowly in the future. What do you say about the security guards beating people at the moment? The employees work hard for Wanyuan, eat worse than pigs, work worse than cattle, not to mention that the salary is not high, and they will be beaten in the end. Where is such a vicious company? You are more domineering than jumping off a building."

Zhu Jianming's original intention is to arouse the resentment of employees against the company for a long time.

What's more, the situation in front of me is obviously wrong, there are already seven or eight people lying on the ground, and I don't know how to solve it. Everyone is flesh and blood raised by my parents.

Besides, who is standing on the pile of fabrics, it is not a bystander, it is a hot spring town gangster who has continuously beaten customers, managers, and grandsons of the chairman. I heard that the background is extremely complicated. Almost all employees with children at home know it. Not long ago, Zhang Kuan arranged for someone to beat elementary school students at the school gate for a few little dolls.

This kind of fierce man, and he is a fierce man with no moral bottom line, how can ordinary workers dare to provoke it.

Therefore, when he heard Zhu Jianming's greeting, not only did no one respond to him, but they all took a step back in unison to show that they had drawn a line with Zhu Jianming.

Seeing this, Zhang Kuan grinned, and said that he really had no place to break through the iron core.

Thinking about it, Zhang Kuan got off the pile of fabrics, walked up to Zhu Jianming in a few steps, stood still, looked at him condescendingly, and asked loudly. The security guards beat the employees, the security guards are so good, why do they beat the employees, these employees are not good to stay at their posts, they all come out to watch the excitement, what do you do as the director of the production plant, do you still have some basic responsibilities of the factory director?"

Zhu Jianming was scolded by Zhang Kuan, bluffed, and was about to open his mouth to refute, when he saw the kumquat pot hammer in Zhang Kuan's hand suddenly raised, and a sweep, Zhu Jianming, who weighed one hundred and sixty-seven, was swept away, fell out seven or eight meters away, and lay directly on the ground and did not move.

"Paralyzed, you old thief tricked employees into making trouble, causing injuries, Lao Tzu didn't ask you, you are still reasonable."

Zhang Kuan said, carrying a kumquat pot hammer and looking at the workers. Don't even look at the excitement, what to do, continue to produce, and go back to their respective workshops."

After the turtle finished speaking, he twisted his neck proudly, and if there was a mane around his neck, it would be no different from a male lion on the grassland.

Unexpectedly, although his personal force value is high, but his appeal is not enough, and the employees are still standing still, looking curiously, watching and watching, to see what things will change.

At this time, Master Li came out of the office building weakly and weakly, standing in front of everyone with the support of Sister Feng.

Coupled with her long messy hair, tooth marks on her neck, ill-fitting clothes, and Zhang Kuan's current look, all signs indicate and convey a message: there has been a relationship between the chairman and the vice president that goes beyond the friendship between men and women.

In other words, from this moment on, the vice president of the turtle who hangs the child Langdang will officially settle in Wanyuan and become the veritable male host of Wanyuan.

For a while, the crowd was in an uproar, and all kinds of remarks came out one after another, and the scene was like a rushing river.

When the chairman saw this, he just smiled miserably, and then a voice came like a heavenly sound." Everyone's gone. Let the Minister of Logistics and Culture handle these things, and everyone can do whatever they have to do, and the factory still has to turn around normally."

In the end, it is the chairman of the board, even if the management ability is not good, that is also deeply popular, Li Shishi's fluttering words, the employees began to disperse, back to their respective workshops.

It's just that on the way back, they are discussing in a low voice. This kind of thing has happened, and there must be an endless battle between the general manager and the vice president. There are also people who oppose it. The general manager must have been married for many years, and the vice president is young and promising, and there is no possibility of fighting.

These words drifted into the ears of Master Li and Zhang Kuan, and they felt different.

Master Li struggled to tighten Sister Feng's coat on her shoulders, feeling physically and mentally cold, and her own clothes were torn apart by the turtle just now.

And the turtle smiled smugly when he heard this, no ridicule, no contempt, pure pride, just like the victorious lion on the grassland.

This is the man. Master Li's eyes swept over the smug face, hugged his shoulder, and went back upstairs.

At this point, the matter has subsided, but the finishing work behind is very complicated. Seven or eight workers and security guards lying on the ground need to go to the hospital.

At this time, Wenmingyuan showed his strong management talent, quickly mobilized vehicles, contacted hospitals, arranged bed companions, went to the finance to withdraw medical expenses, etc., and did it in an orderly manner.

As soon as the injured person left, Liu Zhiqiang's S650 arrived with the police comrades from the police station, and he saw a pile of cloth on the ground.

"Mr. Zhang, let's talk upstairs."

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