He's going to change his tactics—a strategic retreat.
"Alright, let's call it a day. Let's go back and think about it some more. Ah-Can, bye."
He called out, stood up with a dejected look, and walked out.
As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Sigh, life isn't worth it. I wasted so much breath and effort, and only got a 500 yuan discount..."
As he stepped out of the office, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the sounds coming from inside.
But I didn't hear anything.
Well, that's it; the strategy of retreating to advance has failed.
Is his power really that small?
That shouldn't be happening!
Feng Ye frowned, but didn't stop walking.
"Brother Ye, are we really leaving like this?"
Ah-Can followed behind Feng Ye and asked with a puzzled look.
Feng Ye said irritably, "Then what's your good idea? It's over two thousand yuan, isn't that money?"
Ah-Can spread his hands and said helplessly, "Factory Director Li has already said so much, I really have no other choice."
“Go back first, and come back tomorrow to try and talk to him again. If that still doesn’t work, then come and bother him every day as long as he’s not at sea.”
Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Even an iron pestle can be ground into a needle, I refuse to believe that I can't grind this down?"
After hearing this, Ah-Can's lips twitched slightly, but he then nodded in agreement.
With a mix of resentment and helplessness, the two walked toward the Rising Sun ship docked at the pier.
However, things always take unexpected turns.
Just as they boarded the ship and were about to start the engine, even shoving the crank handle into the diesel engine, a series of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the dock.
Feng Ye and A-Can turned around at the same time and saw Director Li running towards them, panting, with a document tightly in his hand.
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