"What, three thousand yuan?"
What do you mean by this!?
Factory Director Song, who had originally intended to openly and aggressively drive away Lin Sen and Zhu Yong, frowned upon hearing Lin Sen's words and looked at Lin Sen with increasing suspicion.
"Director Song, look what this is."
Under the suspicious gaze of Factory Director Song, Lin Sen smiled knowingly and took out the bet he had signed with Song Qiang at the nightclub the day before.
"bet?"
"Three thousand yuan? Ten thousand yuan?"
"hehe!"
"You're really funny!"
After glancing at the bets Lin Sen had pulled out, Factory Director Song immediately crossed his arms and sneered disdainfully, "Kid, what can I say to you?"
"You want me to beat my son in public based on such a ridiculous bet?"
"You're dreaming!"
"hehe!"
Factory Director Song shook his head dismissively: "Kid, you can go to People's Square and play this recording, whatever."
"Do whatever you want."
"You want me to beat my son in public."
"I'll give you two words!"
Factory Director Song gave a cold laugh, looking at Lin Sen with utter disdain: "Dream on!"
"Director Song, don't be so quick to refuse. Let me explain first."
Looking at the aggressive Factory Director Song, Lin Sen smiled again without any tension: "Even if I finish speaking, you still want me to go to People's Square to play this recording."
"Then I'll definitely head to People's Square immediately and won't linger in front of your textile factory for even a minute longer!"
"Oh!"
After hearing Lin Sen's words, Director Song crossed his arms and looked at Lin Sen with disdain: "Fine, I'm listening, go on!"
"It's actually very simple."
Under Factory Director Song's disdainful and mocking gaze, Lin Sen smiled knowingly and lowered his voice: "Factory Director Song, may I ask how much your son, Song Qiang, earns each month?"
"More than fifty yuan."
Factory Director Song replied with a cold snort.
"Then how much pocket money does your family give him each month?" Lin Sen asked again.
"A hundred or two."
Why are you asking these questions?
Factory Director Song frowned, looking at Lin Sen with great suspicion: "What does this have to do with you!?"
"Director Song, don't worry, listen to me."
Lin Sen smiled knowingly: "It's all written clearly on the bet slip. Song Qiang took out three thousand yuan in cash to make this bet with me."
"And with his salary, he also has pocket money."
"Director Song, do you think he can pull out three thousand yuan in cash from his own wallet?"
"Tsk tsk."
Lin Sen sneered and sighed, "Director Song, you're overestimating him, aren't you!"
"hiss."
"You, you."
"What do you mean!?"
After hearing Lin Sen's words, Director Song, who had been all bark and no bite and hadn't taken Lin Sen seriously at all, suddenly froze, looking quite dumbfounded.
Lin Sen's words contained quite a few hidden secrets.
"Director Song, before signing this bet, your son Song Qiang had no money."
"Then, he called over a henchman and went out for half an hour."
"He then got three thousand yuan and made this bet with me."
Lin Sen looked at Factory Director Song with a playful smile: "At the time, I vaguely heard Song Qiang and his henchman talking about the finance office and passwords or something."
"Tsk tsk."
"But what exactly is the situation?"
Lin Sen looked at Factory Director Song with an increasingly amused expression: "I don't know either, haha!"
"You, you!"
Instantly, Director Song's face froze, and he was completely stunned.
Because the meaning behind Lin Sen's words was far too profound.
Most people probably wouldn't be able to tell.
However, as the director of the textile factory, Director Song, who frequently dealt with a group of officials in his career, could hardly not understand Lin Sen's meaning.
"Come here."
So, with a cold face, Factory Director Song immediately waved to his female assistant.
"Director Song."
This female assistant was a close confidante of Director Song, and they had many in-depth exchanges. Their relationship was one of mutual benefit and shared loss.
Therefore, having earned the deep trust of Director Song, she immediately stepped to his side when he called out to her.
"Go to the finance office right now."
"Find an excuse to kick everyone in the finance office out."
"Then……"
With an extremely serious expression, Factory Director Song lowered his voice and whispered something to his female assistant.
"hiss."
"Gulp."
Upon hearing Director Song's words, the female assistant swallowed hard in astonishment.
"Director Song, this, this..."
"Song Qiang, he shouldn't be stupid enough to do something like this, right?" The female assistant looked at Factory Manager Song in a panic: "This is a crime!"
"I don't know the specifics."
"Go and take a look first!"
With a gloomy expression, Factory Director Song whispered harshly, "I'm waiting for your news. Go now!"
"Yes, yes."
Amidst Director Song's stern reprimand, the female assistant, wearing high heels, immediately swayed her plump, round buttocks and rushed into the textile factory.
"Director Song."
Looking at his female assistant's shapely peach-shaped buttocks from behind, Lin Sen smiled knowingly: "You're so lucky to have such a beautiful and well-built female assistant by your side, haha!"
"No wonder Song Qiang likes to go to nightclubs."
"This truly shows that when the superiors have certain preferences, those below will follow suit even more fervently."
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