Wu Changfeng looked at Huo Jiaqi, seeking confirmation.
Huo Jiaqi nodded: "That's exactly what they said, it's infuriating. We should suggest seeing a neurologist and getting some medication."
Wu Changfeng touched his nose: "It's a waste of money for this kind of person to take medicine!"
"His intentions were so obvious, how could you, Zhong Yutong, not see them?"
Zhong and Tong looked blankly at each other. What did I see?
He asked, "Brother, what do you mean?"
Wu Changfeng said in a low voice, "This Factory Director Shen... he probably has a good relationship with Boss Chen, right?"
Zhong Yutong's mind went blank!
If that's the case, then this is deliberately preventing the submersible motor factory from surviving!
Zhong Yutong stood up abruptly, "Damn it! It's been years since I've been a vagrant, does Director Shen think I can't even lift a knife anymore?"
"I'll kill him right now!"
Wu Changfeng pulled him down, saying, "That's all you're good for."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Zhong Yutong shouted. "If this guy doesn't let the factory generate any revenue, the city's asset management office will definitely take action! Then the factory will be sold off!"
"Who knows what kind of shady deal Factory Manager Shen and Boss Chen have?"
"More than 300 brothers and sisters! The sinking switch factory went bankrupt not long ago! It's still fresh in my mind!"
Wu Changfeng leaned back, raising his face: "What did I come here for?"
Zhong Yutong was overjoyed: "Brother, bring out all your dirty tricks!"
Wu Changfeng nearly vomited blood: "I'm a civilized person! I don't use dirty tricks! I only play fair!"
"Whatever," Zhong Yutong said. "As long as the factory survives, you're like my parents."
“I don’t have a son like you.” Wu Changfeng continued, “What’s your position at the factory now?”
"Deputy factory director," Zhong Yutong said with considerable pride.
"His official rank is quite high." This was unexpected for Wu Changfeng.
Zhong Yutong scratched his head: "Our factory has 18 deputy factory directors, nominally, nominally."
"Grass!"
Wu Changfeng cursed, "Fine, you'd better get ready to be the factory manager."
Zhong Yutong was dumbfounded.
Wu Changfeng, are you seriously ill?
Am I really qualified to be a factory manager?
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