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"Stop slandering me here!" Director Zhu's face turned red, and he could only utter these words in the end.

But he couldn't hide the guilty look on his face.

This caused many people present to laugh out loud.

"Okay, have you finished pretending? If you have, then go away and don't block the way here." Wei Wuyan raised his eyelids and snorted impatiently, "I don't have time to watch you perform here."

The highlight of today is to deal with Wei Chunming, and he has no intention of getting involved in the internal disputes of the garment factory.

Moreover, Director Zhu has a greasy face and powdered hair, and his eyes are covered with white sclera. You can tell at a glance that he is not a decent person.

Director Zhu was struck by Wei Wuyan's disdainful tone, but he didn't dare to pretend anymore, fearing that Wei Wuyan would say something to embarrass him. In the end, he could only say "I won't bother with you!" and ran away in shame.

"Tsk, coward!" Wei Wuyan spat with disdain.

With leaders like Wei Chunming and this crappy director, it's no wonder the garment factory is becoming more and more chaotic.

When my brother was still alive, the Shanghai Garment Factory was a well-known and excellent unit, and department stores all over the country were proud to sell clothes from the Shanghai Garment Factory.

Now, however, the business scope of clothing factories is almost limited to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, and the turnover has shrunk by at least 50%.

A hint of coldness flashed across Wei Wuyan's eyes. The foundation laid by his brother was ruined by these parasites.

Well, the garment factory is no longer owned by Wei, so its life or death has nothing to do with him in the future.

Without Director Zhu as a hindrance, no one would be so ignorant as to stop Wei Wuyan from approaching Wei Chunming.

They finally understood that Wei Wuyan was determined to get an explanation today. If they rashly went up to stop him, they would only end up like Director Zhu.

As long as Wei Wuyan doesn't attack Wei Chunming, they can just stand by and watch. There's really no need to meddle in other people's business.

Wei Chunming had recovered by now. He supported himself on the arm of the person next to him and sat up with great effort. His eyes were staring at Wei Wuyan lifelessly. It seemed as if he was looking at his enemy instead of his own son.

On the other side, Wei Wuyan's expression was no less serious. He walked around Wei Chunming, making a clicking sound continuously, as if he was lamenting that Wei Chunming was lucky and didn't die even after being pinched like that just now.

After a long while, Wei Wuyan finally seemed to have had enough of the view and stopped casually.

He suddenly bent down and got close to Wei Chunming's face, carefully looking at his expression for a long time. When he met his hateful gaze, Wei Wuyan nodded with satisfaction, even with a happy smile on his face, and asked in a light and cheerful tone: "Wei Chunming, can you still hide your true face? Do you still want to play the father-son love drama with me?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Wei Chunming's breathing suddenly became heavy and rapid, like an old bellows, trying its best, "huff huff" but unable to get much oxygen.

Finally, under Wei Wuyan's amused expression, he could only gasp and utter a few words with great difficulty: "You...you rebellious son!"

"Hahahaha, you rebellious son."

Wei Wuyan burst into laughter, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He wiped away the tears without a care, pointed at himself and shouted crazily: "You're right! I am indeed a rebellious son!"