Only by rejecting the Goddess can God become stronger

midnight.

Hundreds of people gathered around a barbecue booth in an unusually quiet manner.

In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man bent over, and pointed his Mediterranean Sea steadily towards a young man.

They recognized the middle-aged man.

At the beginning of each month, when the general meeting is held in the factory, this middle-aged man with Mediterranean hair will stand in front of everyone and speak with a microphone.

In their factory, this middle-aged man is heaven.

But now, their sky is falling.

Their factory director, the one who always holds a vacuum flask and squints at people, is actually bowing so respectfully to a person younger than them.

And for this young man, he even slapped his own nephew.

Not to mention they didn't understand, even Xin Ziyao and Yu Fan's group couldn't understand either.

But the factory manager is obviously not interested in answering their doubts, let alone the strange eyes of others.

All he cares about now is whether Yu Fan will dismiss him.

Unfortunately, Yu Fan didn't seem to see him.

From his appearance until now, Yu Fan has never said a word to him.

Even though he had been bent over and maintained this posture for a long time, Yu Fan didn't express anything.

After a long time, the factory manager really felt that his old waist couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his head slightly and called softly, "Mr. Yu?"

Only then did Yu Fan glance at him, and said softly, "Get up."

"Wang Hu is your nephew, right?"

"Uh……"

The factory manager looked at Wang Hu, hesitantly said: "It should be... right..."

He really wanted to deny the relationship between the two, but it seemed impossible to argue with so many people in the factory who knew about it.

When Wang Hu and the others heard this, their eyes widened.

What should be?

Are you so frightened that you don't even dare to recognize your relatives?
More and more people began to feel cowardly, and those who stood on the outermost edge ran away in a short stature.

They figured it out, the young man surrounded by them was definitely not that easy to mess with.

If this stays any longer, I'm afraid they will be the ones who will be ugly.

Wang Hu also wanted to run now, but as the person in charge, he couldn't.

And Xin Chengwu, who was originally behind him, started to move towards behind Yu Fan in small steps.

"Factory manager, your good nephew not only smashed my car, but also called so many people to surround me in the middle of the night. How do you think this matter should be resolved?"

Yu Fan spoke softly, and the factory director was trembling with fear.

Things were exactly as he thought, his bold nephew actually dared to attack the company's new boss!

Is this because you feel that you are living too comfortably?

"Mr. Yu, this matter is my management's negligence. I can't absolve myself of the responsibility. I also ask Mr. Yu to punish me."

The factory manager first expressed his attitude.

This kind of thing doesn't seem to have much to do with him, but he is the director of the factory after all, and it's dereliction of duty to call so many people out of the factory in the middle of the night.

The most terrible thing is that Wang Hu is still his nephew.

With this relationship, he can't escape the relationship no matter what.

Instead of throwing the blame away, it is better to show an attitude and admit your mistake first, and then find a way to recover.

His idea is very good, but Wang Hu is full of blood, and he has never suffered under the influence of his elders. How can he see his own uncle so humble.

"Uncle, there's no need to apologize to him. At worst, I won't stay in this factory anymore."

Wang Hu stared at Yu Fan angrily.

He knew that it would be impossible for him to teach Yu Fan a lesson tonight.

But it's impossible to make him angry.

"grandson……"

Snapped!
Just as Wang Hu was about to speak harshly, the factory manager slapped him again.

This time, Wang Hu was completely dumbfounded.

He even said that he will not stay in the factory anymore, is it necessary to slap him in the face like this?
The factory manager stared at him viciously, and said word by word: "Do you have a share in speaking? Stand aside!"

He doesn't care whether this nephew can keep his job.

An ordinary line leader earns several thousand yuan a month, and if he loses his job, he loses it.

All he cares about is his position.

After so many years of struggle, he became the director of the factory, who is in charge of thousands of people. If this position disappears, he can slap this nephew to death.

"Mr. Yu, Wang Hu is young and ignorant, so don't be fussy like him."

After slapping Wang Hu, the factory director turned his head and apologized to Yu Fan with a smile.

"Tonight's matter, I will deal with it seriously after I go back. I will dismiss him, deduct his salary, and ask him to write a self-criticism. What do you think?"

The factory manager was cautious, afraid that Yu Fan would be unhappy alone, and even he would have to deal with it together.

"This person will never be hired by Puguang Electronics in the future. Apart from him, there are these three people who will be fired immediately."

Yu Fan named three people in a row, and they were the ones who scolded the worst.

The faces of the three people pointed out by Yu Fan turned livid, and they wanted to say something, but they looked at the factory manager and dared not speak.

"Yes, does Mr. Yu have any orders?"

The factory manager memorized each of the people Yu Fan had called in his mind, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

From the looks of it, Yu Fan didn't seem to intend to trouble him.