"Old Feng, you're really cunning."
"well."
After leaving the finance office, Director Song sighed bitterly and shook his head helplessly.
Although he saved three thousand yuan because of Director Feng's actions.
But he felt no joy at all.
After all, this meant that Director Feng had something on him.
He absolutely had to promote Director Feng to deputy director after Deputy Director Li stepped down. Otherwise, he would be in for a terrible disaster!
Therefore, there's no way he could be happy.
"But this matter is now resolved."
"There won't be any major issues for now."
After a bitter sigh, Director Song, with a solemn expression, strode into his office.
"father."
Inside the office, Song Qiang immediately greeted Factory Director Song respectfully and poured him a glass of water.
Then he looked at Director Song very cautiously.
Because he didn't want to be taken to jail by the joint defense team on charges of 'theft'.
"The matter has been resolved."
After casually tossing the cloth bag into his office drawer, Factory Director Song glanced at Song Qiang with a serious expression: "Do you know you were wrong?"
"father."
"I know I was wrong."
Under the extremely serious gaze of Factory Director Song, Song Qiang, looking embarrassed, lowered his head miserably: "I shouldn't have acted impulsively and stolen the factory's money."
"Good to know."
Factory Director Song glanced coldly at Song Qiang: "Let me tell you, it's fortunate that the other party just wanted to save face by beating you up, rather than having any deep-seated hatred towards us."
“Otherwise, just for this incident alone, you’ll be in jail for three to five years, and I’ll lose my position at the factory.”
"Bang!"
With a cold expression, Factory Director Song slammed his hand heavily on the table: "Do you think the textile factory is our family's property? You can take money from the textile factory anytime, anywhere?"
"Remember, the textile factory belongs to the state!"
"If the government wants to replace me as factory director, it can do so at any time!"
"I wonder how many people are eyeing my position."
Factory Director Song glared coldly at Song Qiang: "It's true that I know some leaders in the city."
"But don't those people eyeing my position know any of the city's leaders?"
"If I don't make any mistakes and run the textile factory better and better, the city leaders will protect me and won't touch me." Factory Director Song sneered, "But if I make a mistake and give someone a fatal handle, do you think the city leaders will still protect me!"
"Bang!"
At this point, Factory Director Song slammed his hand on the table again, glaring fiercely at Song Qiang with his beard bristling and eyes wide: "If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"
"Father, I was wrong."
Under Director Song's stern reprimand, Song Qiang lowered his head with a miserable expression: "Dad, don't worry, I'll never dare to do it again."
"I will definitely work honestly and diligently from now on."
"I'll never mess around like this again."
Song Qiang lowered his head and muttered, "Dad, I really realize my mistake. Don't worry, I will definitely change my ways."
"I'll be at the textile factory on time tomorrow and won't be going out to play around anymore."
"You can send someone to keep an eye on me. If I go out and mess around again, you can break my legs."
"father."
Song Qiang clenched his fist and looked at Factory Director Song with great conviction: "I promise, I really know I was wrong."
"You don't need to go back to work at the factory."
After a moment's thought, Factory Director Song glanced at Song Qiang and asked, "What can you do? Can you dye cloth? Can you move things?"
"You were sent to the finance office to steal money?"
"Or should we go and make purchases to take kickbacks?"
"Or perhaps you could find him a leadership position? Someone to sit in an office all day reading newspapers and drinking tea?"
"hehe."
Factory Director Song looked at Song Qiang with a cold smile, knowing that Song Qiang was incompetent at his job.
Song Qiang couldn't go down to the workshop and couldn't do any dirty or hard work.
"Father, I, I..."
Song Qiang lowered his head awkwardly, unsure how to answer Director Song.
Because if he were to work in the workshop...
He really can't do it anymore.
He really didn't want to work in the factory.
"Oh."
Seeing Song Qiang back down on the spot, Factory Director Song snorted coldly, utterly speechless.
But there was nothing he could do.
After all, Song Qiangcheng is the way he is today because he spoiled him.
It's all because he let Song Qiang's mother dote on him since he was a child, treating Song Qiang like a precious gem and spoiling him rotten.
So now, Song Qiang has developed such a spoiled and incompetent personality.
They can't endure any hardship.
"I'm asking you, do you want to live like this, in a daze, for the rest of your life?"
"Still want to achieve something?"
But Song Qiang was, after all, his own son, so Factory Director Song finally took a deep breath and looked at Song Qiang with a very serious expression: "Think it through."
Give me a definite answer!
"hiss."
"Father, you, you, this..."
Upon hearing Director Song's words, Song Qiang gasped in shock, looking at Director Song with a bewildered and complicated expression, wondering what Director Song was up to and what he was planning to do.
"father."
Unable to understand what Factory Director Song meant, Song Qiang could only cautiously and reluctantly look at Factory Director Song and say, "Um, Dad, could you give me a heads-up?"
"waste!"
Factory Director Song was speechless. He glared coldly at Song Qiang and said, "If you want to be a good-for-nothing for the rest of your life, I can ask someone to find you a leisurely job in a government unit in the district, such as the library, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, or the archives."
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