Chapter 56 Dismissal

"......"

The marketing manager standing in front of him bowed to one of his students.

Li Han felt uncomfortable, as she had never received such treatment before.

Moreover, this is Zhou's subordinate.

Judging from his appearance and demeanor, he is not an ordinary employee.

That's too grand, this setup is too much.

Li Han tried to get up to speak, but her wrist was still held in the hand of the man beside her.

He could only look up and smile at Cheng Jia: "Just order me a bowl of wonton noodles, I'm not very hungry, thank you Manager Cheng."

"Okay, I'll take care of it." Cheng Jia turned to Zhou Minghe and asked, "Does the boss want to eat?"

Zhou Minghe waved his hand: "I won't eat."

Cheng Jia then looked at the man sitting on the sofa: "Mr. Shi, would you like some?"

Should we order two identical bowls of wonton noodles for couples?

It better highlights the couple's status.

"Order a large portion, Li Han and I will eat together." Shi Qingci met Cheng Jia's gaze, raised her hand and pulled her boyfriend next to her over, letting Li Han lean on his shoulder, their posture intimate and affectionate.

Li Han turned to look at the man who was embracing her.

I was so surprised that I was stunned.

He always hugs him.

"......"

Cheng Jia's eyes froze for a moment.

At least to my recollection, this was the first time I had seen Shi Qingci with someone else in her arms.

This scene had a great impact on him.

It was no less painful than the day I received a terminal diagnosis in the hospital.

Zhou Minghe picked up the wine: "Cheng Jia, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and make some wonton noodles."

oh.

A large portion of wonton noodles.

Cheng Jia didn't say anything and just turned and left.

He walked out with his back stiff and upright.

Boss Zhou joked with Li Han, "Little Han, aren't you going to request a song? How about singing a couple of love songs to show your appreciation? I'll take you to the first floor later and we'll open a few bottles of champagne."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou," Li Han turned to her side and asked, "Brother Shi, what kind of songs do you like to listen to? I'm not a good singer, but I can give it a try."

Shi Qingci's gaze remained fixed on the departing figure.

As soon as Cheng Jia left the private room, he immediately pulled his arm away from Li Han's.

He raised his hand and pushed Li Han to sit a little further away.

Shi Qingci said calmly, "Sing whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

"Oh, okay." Li Han didn't mind the sudden coldness from her sugar daddy.

Because he was used to it, his sugar daddy spoke very little.

There must be a reason for the unusual enthusiasm tonight.

But he was just someone who got paid to play with people, so of course he wouldn't ask any questions about the situation.

He does whatever his sugar daddy tells him to do.

Li Han went to request a song.

Zhou Minghe glanced at the door of the private room, then at Li Han.

Then he observed Shi Qingci's expression.

He leaned closer to President Shi: "Hey, can you tell me what Cheng Jia did to offend you this time? I'll deal with him, even if it means deducting his bonus."

It's not that they actually deducted money.

They mainly wanted to find out what had happened.

"It's a small matter," Shi Qingci said, too lazy to explain the details to Zhou Minghe, but mentioning the deduction was a reminder. "Cheng Jia is not capable. I suggest you reconsider his position. You can fire him. He is not suitable to work here."

"!?"

They've fallen out.

Zhou Minghe's heart skipped a beat: "You mean you want me to fire him?"

Cheng Jia did not make a mistake, and Cheng Jia really needs this job.

Zhou Minghe is not a cold-blooded person.

I had always discussed my career plans with Cheng Jia, and I even said I would promote him to vice president after the New Year.

But now...

Tsk, it's hard to open your mouth.

"What, you can't bear to part with him? If you're short of drinks, I'll buy your entire year's stock of drinks," Shi Qingci said resolutely, determined to crush Cheng Jia into the mud. "I don't want to see Cheng Jia here."

They're going to get rid of Cheng Jia's job.

This left Cheng Jia with no other choice but to go to him for help.

Zhou Minghe hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, I'll talk to him in a bit. It's not a big deal, just firing someone. If he makes you unhappy, then he's just blind! Come on, let's drink."

There's nothing we can do; Cheng Jia was just unlucky.

Zhou Minghe cannot be soft-hearted, otherwise his father's project with Shengjing will fall through.

However, he was willing to personally pay Cheng Jia a sum of money.

Fifty thousand yuan, that's fair enough for Cheng Jia.

Zhou Minghe was making plans in his mind.

What a pity for this subordinate.

They're quite good.

"......"

So, after delivering a large bowl of wonton noodles, Cheng Jia was about to go out to greet other customers.

He was stopped by Zhou Minghe, who followed him out of the private room.

Zhou Minghe led Cheng Jia to the end of the corridor, to an office.

Cheng Jia's walkie-talkie kept flashing, and Boss Zhou told him to turn it off.

The room was quiet, with the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.

They sat side by side on a black leather sofa.

Cheng Jia was already in a bad mood, and now he had no interest in listening to his boss's rambling. He thought Zhou Minghe was just telling him to respect President Shi again, which was all nonsense.

He had shown the utmost respect.

What else do you want?

but--

"Cheng Jia, have a smoke. There's something I need to tell you," Zhou Minghe handed Cheng Jia a cigarette, watched Cheng Jia light it, and then cruelly began, "...Why don't you try developing your career somewhere else?"

Let's move to a different place to develop our business.

What's the meaning.

These words were like a bolt from the blue!

The smoke from Cheng Jia's lips dissipated helplessly into the air.

He stared blankly at his boss: "...You're going to fire me."

“Hey! I wouldn’t call it firing you. I mean, you’re so capable and responsible. You can make money no matter which venue you go to. But here…” Zhou Minghe was also in a dilemma, turning his head to avoid Cheng Jia’s gaze. “Don’t you know who you’ve messed with? I can’t protect you.”

Even if Zhou Minghe tries his best to protect Cheng Jia right now.

If his father finds out, he will personally drive away the person whom the God of Wealth dislikes.

In short, Cheng Jia's dismissal was inevitable.

"......"

Cheng Jia's fingers trembled as she held the cigarette, her heart feeling as if a piece had been ripped out.

I never imagined that person would actually do something like that.

He stared blankly at Zhou Minghe, his voice trembling: "I have debts, you know that. I worked so hard to build up my clientele here, and now it's all gone if I leave."

How will they repay their debts?

If I find another job, how many years would it take to pay off the debt?

Will his body be able to hold out until then?

"...By the way, when you leave, hand over the clients to Lao Zhao. It's the rule in our industry. You can't take any clients with you," Zhou Minghe said helplessly. "They are Jin He's clients, not yours. You understand?"

If it weren't for Jin He's establishment, Cheng Jia wouldn't have known so many business owners.

Therefore, Cheng Jia is leaving the company.

He would have to hand over all his clients.

You cannot take customers to other bars.

This is considered illegal poaching.

In other words, Cheng Jia went to the next venue penniless.

Everything has to start from scratch.

Zhou Minghe comforted Cheng Jia: "It's not as serious as you think. You'll meet a new boss at a different venue and start maintaining good relationships with him again."

“It’s easy to say. I’ve been drinking for nothing these past two years,” Cheng Jia said, his face pale with despair, gasping for breath. “I don’t have time to get to know any new bosses.”

He had no idea when he would fall ill.

Besides, he's not young anymore and doesn't have the capacity for heavy drinking.

For example, the incident that made him famous—the shocking act of drinking four catties of foreign liquor on an empty stomach—Cheng Jia could never do that again; he would die.

He has neither the time nor the energy to rebuild his client base.

The efforts of the past two years have taken a heavy toll on my health.

After leaving the company, you will most likely have to change careers...

I can't quit my job.

Cheng Jia pleaded in a low voice, "Could you let me talk to President Shi again? I want to stay; I don't want to leave here."

He always showed leniency when he went to ask for help.

Is that okay?

“That’s pointless,” Zhou Minghe sighed. “Don’t get entangled. How could he change his mind just because you begged him? Don’t waste your time.”

But Cheng Jia has no other choice now!

Cheng Jia insisted, "Let me try. If it really doesn't work, then I'll leave."

This is his only chance.

Go and ask for help.

"......"

"Alright, go ahead then," Zhou Minghe still couldn't bear it and gave Cheng Jia a chance. "He's in the three nines. I won't go in for now. You try your best. If you can really make him change his mind, I'll consider you capable. You can stay and continue working."

He'll go in later, without openly helping Cheng Jia.

This way, the God of Wealth won't take his anger out on Zhou.

Zhou Minghe did his best.

There's no way around it; there are class differences.

Cheng Jia overdraws upon the customer resources, industry reputation, and survival capital accumulated through his health efforts, all of which can be wiped out in an instant by a single sentence from someone else.

That person could put Cheng Jia in a desperate situation with just one sentence.

Cheng Jia had no choice but to accept it.

His life was no more valuable than an ant's.

It is easy to be overwhelmed by power.

well.

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