"What? Performance? Performance my ass! Sorry, I can't do it. Director Liu, please find someone else!"

Ma Hua said angrily, "Damn it, that factory director Yang who can't distinguish right from wrong is coming too. Come my ass! He doesn't deserve to eat the food I make."

"Master Ma, what's wrong with you?" Factory Director Liu was also dumbfounded. He had given Ma Hua a chance to show himself. Why was he making that expression?

"Director Liu, didn't you even bother to find out how I was sent here?" Ma Hua spat out disdainfully.

"I only came here because I offended Director Yang. You expect me to cook for him? No way!"

"Go find whoever you want, I'm not going to cater to you," Ma Hua said, not bothering to keep Factory Director Liu in suspense any longer.

"Comrade Ma Hua, this is a task assigned to you by our machine repair shop," Director Liu was also angry. He's just a cook! Why is he so arrogant?

Factory Director Liu was so angry that he even changed how he addressed people.

"I'm sorry, I'm from the steel rolling mill, sent here to provide guidance. What Director Liu is talking about is outside my scope of responsibility," Ma Hua sneered twice.

"Alright, then I'll have Director Yang give you the order," Director Liu said with a grim face.

"Okay, give me the factory documents, I'll get to work right away. Hope this helps, Factory Director Liu Feng."

Let us, the working class, see how the leaders' orders change from morning till night, how they reverse the progress of society, exploit us, and suck our blood.

When Ma Hua said this, Liu Feng was dumbfounded. Ma Hua was much more difficult to deal with than Nan Yi. He decided to go find Nan Yi instead, as he couldn't afford to offend Ma Hua.

Putting everything else aside, just the fact that he told MCA to save pork tenderloin for him is enough to get back at him if word gets out. Not to mention any special treatment.