After she finished speaking, the workers looked at each other, wondering what Ye Yun wanted to say. They just thought that they had come to collect their money and leave quickly.

Chen Zhenxing knew.

The garment factory is currently in dire need of workers, and these people in front of us have all worked in the factory before, making them the most suitable candidates.

However, since they have left before, we need to carefully screen them before rehiring them.

See, this is the power of money.

Not long ago, they were overwhelmed by a shortage of manpower, and he himself was so exhausted that he ended up in the hospital. Now that they have funds, they can choose from the hundred or so people in front of them.

Ye Yun gave Chen Zhenxing a wink.

Let's begin.

Chen Zhenxing understood, cleared his throat, and raised his voice: "Everyone! As you can see, today is the day the factory settles your wages. But here's the problem: it's been so long since you left the factory that I can't even remember how many days you worked or how many days' wages haven't been paid to you."

"What's the meaning?"

Before Chen Zhenxing could finish speaking, some people started making a fuss upon hearing this.

"How can you do this? This won't do! Does it mean you'll just give us whatever amount you say? What if you embezzle our money? We'll lose so much!"

"Exactly, what if you rip us off?"

"Don't even think about stealing our hard-earned money! You may not remember, but I remember it all! I've kept track of how many days I worked and how much you owe me in this little notebook!"

"I remember that too!"

The crowd started shouting again.

When one person voices an objection, a group of people blindly follow suit, especially when it comes to matters that infringe upon personal interests.

Yes, that's the effect I wanted. A hint of satisfaction flashed in Chen Zhenxing's eyes.

He glanced at Ye Yun, who stood beside him with a nonchalant expression, as if seeking praise. Ye Yun was idly tapping the cap of her pen and gave him an approving look.

The results were excellent, and the plan was executed as originally intended.

What she wanted was to first stir up these people's emotions, so that they would unknowingly fall into her trap, and then she could lead them by the nose.

After gaining Ye Yun's approval, Chen Zhenxing looked at the crowd that had started making a fuss, raised his hand and made a downward gesture, coaxing them with a helpless yet patient expression: "Everyone, don't be anxious. I'm not saying these things to swindle money from you. If I wanted to swindle money from you, I wouldn't be saying these things to you, right?"

"So what do you mean?"

Someone in the crowd immediately shouted.

Others followed suit, expressing their dissatisfaction, and soon the workshop entrance was filled with complaints.

Snap!

The hand holding the pen slammed heavily on the long wooden table, making a deafening noise that abruptly silenced the clamor.

Everyone fell silent and looked over.

The woman sitting behind the long table looked displeased and stared at them with icy eyes.

Ye Yun calmly picked up the pen and played with it. Her voice was not loud, but it carried an imposing and unyielding authority: "Gentlemen, I am a quiet person and cannot stand any noise. If you want your wages, you'd better obey the arrangements and stop whining here. Otherwise, you can go out and line up at the end. Wait until everyone else has received their wages before you come back."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Nobody wants to be last in line to receive their salary; everyone wants to be first!