Chen Fan interrupted.
"I don't want your explanation. It doesn't make any sense to me."
"I just want to tell you that someone heard what you said last night and gossiped about our relationship."
"I heard the story, so I'm going to put the blame on you."
"Now do you still think there's anything wrong with me firing you?"
"Do you still feel wronged?"
Nan Qiao stood there blankly, his eyes full of shock and panic, which finally turned into deep grievance.
After a while, she raised her head, wiped her tears, and bowed towards Chen Fan.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen."
After saying that, she took out the Supreme Card from her bag, walked over and put it on Chen Fan's desk.
Chen Fan took a glance.
"Since I've given you the card, you don't have to return it."
늅 Nan Qiao did not respond, nor did he turn around, but left the office alone in loneliness.
Chen Fan glanced at the Supreme Card on the table, shook his head and said nothing.
At this time, the landline on the table rang.
"Mr. Chen, Manager Han is here."
"Let him in!"
Chen Fan took a deep breath and walked back to sit across from the desk.
Nan Qiao came out of the office in a daze, and walked through the corridor with lifeless eyes and unsteady steps. He felt dizzy.
I was actually fired.
She hasn't fully accepted this reality yet.
He even waited in the corridor for a while, expecting Chen Fan to come and call him.
This person is so cruel!
늅Nan Qiao was desperate.
Take a deep breath and take a step to leave.
When she was going downstairs, she happened to run into Han Zijun coming out of the elevator. Nan Qiao quickly wiped away her tears and turned her head away.
"Secretary? What's going on?"
Han Zijun was a little surprised: "Who bullied you?"
늅 Nan Qiao quickly shook his head.
"No, nothing."
Han Zijun smiled and said, "Who in our group dares to make a beautiful woman cry? Do you want me to help you file a complaint with Mr. Chen?"
늀놆He fired me!
Nan Qiao felt aggrieved.
I didn't want to talk to him, so I just bowed and nodded slightly, then quickly got into the elevator and left.
"This girl, what's wrong with you?"
Han Zijun smiled bitterly, shook his head, and walked to Chen Fan's office.
Knock on the door.
"Enter."
Han Zijun pushed open the door and entered the room.
"Mr. Chen."
"Come on. Sit down."
Chen Fan stood up and invited Han Zijun to sit on the sofa next to him.
"Thank you for your hard work on the journey."
Han Zijun smiled and said, "It's not hard. It's very convenient to take a plane."
"By the way, Mr. Chen, here is the financial report of Star Games for the fourth quarter that you requested."
Chen Fan took the document and put it aside, then picked up the teapot and started making tea.
He asked with a casual smile as he fiddled with the teapot.
"Old Han, how long have we known each other?"
"Well, that's a long time."
Han Zijun smiled and said, "I remember the first time I met Mr. Chen was in 2000."
"At that time, Mr. Chen had just started college and started a business during his free time. One time, Lao Zhou brought you here to meet us..."
Han Zijun laughed awkwardly when he said this.
"At that time, I had just graduated from university and was conceited and arrogant. I didn't recognize the great talent and missed the opportunity to cooperate with Mr. Chen."
Chen Fan poured two cups of tea and handed one to Han Zijun.
"Ah, it's been eight years in the blink of an eye."
"Even Old Zhou has disappeared."
Han Zijun was stunned, and smiled awkwardly: "Old Zhou is...too greedy. He made one wrong step after another, and eventually he fell into the abyss."
Chen Fan looked up and saw Han Zijun with a smile on his face.
"To be honest, I am both grateful and regretful."
"Oh?" Chen Fan smiled: "What do you mean?"
“I am thankful and grateful to Mr. Chen for giving me another chance after my business failed.”
"I regret not agreeing to cooperate with Mr. Chen earlier."
"Look at Lao Liang. He originally started a business with me, but he had a better vision and switched jobs to work with Mr. Chen."
"As a result, he has become a senior executive of the group now. I am far inferior to him."
"This is called making a wrong choice and falling behind at every step."
Chen Fan raised his head and looked at Han Zijun seriously.
"You mean... you are not satisfied with your current treatment?"
Han Zijun was startled and quickly shook his head.
"No, of course not."
"Mr. Chen, you misunderstood. What I meant was that I made a mistake and then I knew all this..."
Chen Fan suddenly grinned.
He reached into his pocket for a cigarette and handed it to me.
Han Zijun hurriedly took it with both hands, then took out a lighter and took the initiative to help Chen Fan light it.
Chen Fan tilted his head to light a cigarette, then gently patted the man opposite him on the back.
"Okay. Let's talk about something."
Chen Fan took a puff of his cigarette, stared at Han Zijun and asked.
"Old Han, do you know why I called you over this time?"
Han Zijun was stunned: "Didn't they say that the group will conduct a financial summary for the fourth quarter? Come to the meeting."
Chen Fan nodded and shook his head.
"That's only one side, of course, not the point."
"Let me ask you, how have I treated you over the past few years?"
Han Zijun was stunned, the expression on his face disappeared, and for the first time, nervousness appeared in his eyes.
"Mr. Chen is really nice to me."
Chen Fan stood up, walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a file bag.
He walked back and put it on the coffee table.
"Since I'm nice to you, why don't you explain to me what's going on?"
Han Zijun was stunned, and his expression changed instantly.
The cigarette in his hand trembled slightly. He looked up at Chen Fan, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
Finally, I mustered up the courage and tremblingly took out the document from the file bag.
After reading just the beginning, Han Zijun's expression turned pale.
The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground with a plop.
He stood up from the sofa with some excitement.
"Mr. Chen, I..."
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed it down.
"Don't explain yet. Tell me first. Is what's said above true?"
Han Zijun was silent, not knowing how to start.
Chen Fan sighed, expressionless.
"Still saying that. How have I treated you over the years?"
"When you failed in your business and couldn't find a job, Lao Liang came to me for help. I gave him face and took the initiative to invite you to join the group."
"In the past few years, Star Games has grown from a small studio to an independent company operation."
"Your status has jumped at least three levels."
"But why are you still not satisfied?"
"As the general manager of the company, he promoted factional culture within the company, promoted his fawning confidants, suppressed his subordinates, and had the final say."
Chen Fan took a deep breath.
"If I can still give you a chance to explain this, then openly selling out the company's interests, secretly selling in-game coins with your confidants, cooperating with the plug-in studio, and transferring the company's profits to your own coffers..."
"It says here that in just half a year, you embezzled at least 10 million yuan."
"To be honest, when I first saw it, I couldn't believe it."
"It's hard for me to believe that such an idealistic and ambitious programmer would end up in such a path."
Han Zijun's face was pale and his lips were trembling slightly.
"Mr. Chen, I...I can explain..."
"Please give me another chance."
Chen Fan shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.
"I'm sorry. I'm not going to give anyone a chance this time."
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