Standing? Standing is already cheap for them. At least that's what Yan Murong thinks.

Not letting them squat and step, lowering their buttocks and putting an incense burner on them is the greatest mercy to them.

But obviously, these experts didn't think so, they felt that this was Yan Murong's insult to them.

Why? Why do we have to stand when everyone sits in a meeting, isn't it a few minutes late?

In addition, they were all curious about Yan Murong's identity, and their eyes drifted to Dai Lide, hoping to get an answer from Dai Lide. But what made them wonder was that Dai Lide pretended not to see it and turned his head to the side.

"Liu Yu, everything that should come is here, right?" Yan Murong looked at the secretary sitting next to him with a notebook in his hand and asked.

"It's all here." Liu Yu whispered.

"It's good that they're all here." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Provincial, re-introduced."

As he spoke, Yan Murong looked at the few experts who were standing there and didn't know where to go, and said. "I am the new director of this hospital, my name is Yan Murong."

"You're the dean?" A middle-aged man with a short head but a horizontal figure stood up, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Yes."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Yan Murong continued. "If there is any problem you can keep, now I have a meeting."

After speaking, regardless of the man whose face was choked and red for a while, Yan Murong said. "If I'm not mistaken, there are thirty-two people sitting here - but why are there only four who come to work on time?"

As soon as Yan Murong's words came out, there was chaos again.

So I called them in such a hurry just to talk about it? Didn't he know that this was the rule of the industry?

"If you discuss the results, give me an answer." Yan Murong said with a smile.

This group of experts, you look at me, I look at you, and finally, it was the short man who stood before who stood up and said. "Yan-Dean, just because of such a trivial matter, you tossed us early in the morning, this is too much, right?"

"What's your name?" Yan Murong asked.

"I'm the head of the transplantation department, Zhao Zhiguo." The man said.

"Zhao Zhiguo, Director Zhao." Yan Murong stood up, propped up the table with both hands, stared at Zhao Zhiguo tightly, and showed a smile on his face. "Since you've come forward to speak, tell me why you're late? I think I asked my secretary to tell you to come before ten o'clock, right? ”

"Yes, I received a call from Secretary Liu." Zhao Zhiguo didn't care about looking at Yan Murong. "But who can be fine, I live far away, and it takes nearly twenty minutes to drive when there is no traffic jam, and there are many red lights on this road, so it's not too late."

"Oh, it's a lot of red lights." Yan Murong nodded with a suddenly realized expression, looked at the other six people who were late, and asked. "You're also late for a red light?"

"Yes, yes, that's it." Several people nodded their heads one after another.

"It seems that you are all good citizens who obey the traffic law." Yan Murong said with a sneer. "But I've never heard of anyone being an hour late."

"We were only three minutes late." Zhao Zhiguo said defensively.

"Three minutes? How do I remember that the hospital was at nine o'clock? ”

As he spoke, Yan Murong pointed at Zhao Zhiguo. "I don't know about them, but you, you said there are many red lights, so you're late?"

"Yes." Zhao Zhiguo said in a deep voice, and his face was not very good-looking.

How to say that he is also in his fifties, because he is late, there is no seat for the meeting, and because he is late, he has to let this hairy boy point at him and question. It made his cheeks hot.

"You're lying." Yan Murong said loudly.

"Why do you say I'm lying?" Zhao Zhiguo asked rhetorically.

"His face was pale, his steps were vain, and his eyes were slightly sunken." Yan Murong looked at Zhao Zhiguo and said. "You're a sign of kidney deficiency -- a lot of red lights? I think you've been lying on top of a woman for a long time. ”

"You-" Zhao Zhiguo's whole body trembled, and he pointed at Yan Murong and asked loudly. "Why do you say that, why do you say that? Beware of me suing you for slander. ”

"Sue me for defamation?" Yan Murong smiled. "The ancestors have said it. If you don't want people to know, you can't do it - you can play with your little lover, why do you have to play so intensely? ――It's not impossible to be intense, but when you go out in the morning, remember to wear a turtlenecked shirt. You see, you still have a woman's tooth mark on your neck. ”

Zhao Zhiguo was shocked, and hurriedly reached out to touch his neck, and he was helpless at this touch.

Indeed, he does still have the bite marks on his neck from last night when he played the unclothed version of the female vampire and male hunter game with his little lover.

"Do you want to say anything?" Yan Murong looked at Zhao Zhiguo with a smile on his face.

Zhao Zhiguo's face was ugly, Yan Murong's words and smile were like a sharp blade, slashing at his face, and in the blink of an eye, his face was completely shaved.

"I'm quitting." Annoyed and angry, Zhao Zhiguo slapped the table and screamed hysterically.

"Don't do it? Okay. Yan Murong laughed and said to Liu Yu behind him. Find out the contract signed by Director Zhao Zhiguo, hand it over to our lawyer, and let him calculate how much liquidated damages Director Zhao should compensate us. ”

"Okay." Liu Yu nodded, and found out the contract signed by Zhao Zhiguo with the hospital from a pile of documents on his lap, and handed it over to the lawyer brought by Duan Zixuan.

In less than five minutes, the lawyer raised his head, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Mr. Yan, the contract states that during Mr. Zhao Zhiguo's tenure at Renhe Hospital, the annual salary is 800,000 Hong Kong dollars, and if there is a bonus for participating in the operation, the contract period is five years, and the terms of the contract clearly stipulate that if either party breaches the contract, it must pay the other party three times the total salary during the contract period liquidated damages before the contract can be terminated."

"Really?" Yan Murong smiled even brighter, looking at Zhao Zhiguo, whose face was already red, and he was holding on to the table and panting. "You don't have to do it—come, give me 12 million liquidated damages and you're good to go."

"This contract is not reasonable at all, I will sue you, I will go to the court to sue you." Zhao Zhiguo shouted hysterically.

"Unreasonable?" Yan Murong sneered. "It's legally enforceable, and it has your signature on it."

"I—"

"Don't you, you, me, mine." Yan Murong interrupted Zhao Zhiguo's words and said. "If you don't want to do it, I have a solution, and that is for me to fire you. However, I won't pay you liquidated damages, what do you think? ”

Zhao Zhiguo was silent.

Non-payment of liquidated damages? In this way, not only will he lose a job with a decent salary, but he will also have a bad reputation of being fired, which seems to be very uncost-effective-but, just now Yan Murong told his secret in public, which made him shameless even if he stayed in the hospital, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the entire hospital staff will know about his madness with his lover.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Zhiguo gritted his teeth and said. "Okay, I'm not going to do it, and I won't ask you to compensate me for liquidated damages."

"That's going to be easy." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Here, here you go, this is a new termination contract for you, and you will be free if you sign it."