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Without waiting for her to respond, Lu Man put down his hands faintly: "However, for someone like you, I think I dirty my hands when hitting you."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the people around her, most of whom were women.

And just now, it was these women who talked about her most.

Lu Man pursed his lips, his voice low and cold: "I didn't expect that when a victim appeared and tried to aggravate her harm, it would be you who are also women."

"This kind of thing that I encountered may happen all the time in this world, and instead of blaming the aggressor, you point to a victim instead."

"It is because there are people like you, countless victims dare not speak up after being victimized, and bear everything silently, fearing that their lives will be ruined by rumors."

"And those disgusting men, because of your attitude, are even more rampant!"

Lu Man's voice was flat, but her emotions were far more excited than she showed.

Today this kind of thing must have been instigated by someone, but she did not expect that even in this age, there will be so many ignorant people.

"You think it's none of your own?"

"If one day bad luck comes to any of you, I hope you will not ask for mercy and feel wronged, because this is the retribution you deserve."

After Lu Man finished speaking, looking at the different faces in front of him, she paused. She was a little angry, not because of the so-called rumors, but because of the attitude of these people.

Perhaps this is human nature. When the tragedy did not happen to them, the first thing they thought of was not empathy, not sympathy, but accusing from the commanding heights.

Didn’t the people behind them just grasp this weakness to spread the news?

Unfortunately, she never feared rumors.

Looking at the people who were silent because of her words, Lu Man finally said coldly: "If funeral homes are people of your level of quality, then I think the staff in the hall need to be reorganized."

As soon as this sentence fell, people with different expressions suddenly felt the same panic.

Everyone knows that Lu Man has a relationship with the owner.

Is it because of such a thing, they will be fired?

Realizing this, everyone's faces suddenly turned pale.

Someone has already started to beg for mercy in a low voice: "Miss Lu, we didn't mean to, please don't tell us in front of the curator, let us go."

Lu Man's expression did not change at all, as if nothing had been heard, he said to the woman who had spoken at the beginning: "You come with me."

After speaking, he walked directly to his lounge.

Another voice rose in the canteen, but this time, it was not that they stood on the moral high ground and blamed others, but they were unable to protect themselves.

...

In the lounge, Lu Man sat at the computer desk, watching the woman walk in hesitantly.

Her face was no longer the arrogance she had before, and her gaze at Shang Lu Man was full of panic.

Standing by the table, she clasped her hands in front of her, and cautiously called: "Lu...Miss Lu."

Lu Man folded his hands, leaned directly on the back of the chair, raised his chin and said, "Let's go, who instigated you?"

"I haven't," the woman waved her hand quickly, her face pale: "I, I just listen to other people's nonsense, and I don't have any brains, so I just confronted you just now. No one really told me."

Lu Manfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at her sharply: "Do you think I can't find it out?"

The woman's face was panicked, her lips opened and she knelt down.

With a bitter face, she burst into tears and cried out for mercy: "Miss Lu, I'm sorry, Miss Lu, I'm just jealous that you are beautiful and still have a relationship with the owner."

"No one really instigated me. I blamed me for being too impulsive. You can spare me, you can spare me."

"Miss Lu, I kowtow to you."

After she finished speaking, she squatted three heads straight, with great force, raising her hand and her forehead was already green.

Lu Man frowned, her response was beyond her expectations.

So he whispered, "Are you threatened?"

The woman who was kneeling on the ground trembled with naked eyes, and then she shook her head again and again: "No, no, Miss Lu, it's really my fault, I beg you to forgive me this time."

The movement she made was not small, Lu Man could imagine how many people outside came to the door to eavesdrop.

But looking at this person's reaction, she felt a little bit in her heart.

With a light cough, Lu Man asked, "What is your name?"

"My name is Zhang Cui, emerald green."

After getting the answer, Lu Man lightly raised his hand: "You go out first."

Zhang Cui was taken aback, as if he didn't understand, he tentatively raised his eyes to see Lu Man's face.

Until she saw the affirmative expression, she was overjoyed and thanked her several times before bowing step by step and retreating to the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Lu Man's movements did not stop at all, and in the computer in front of him, he called up the employee file sheet.

Because of Qiao Zhinan's greatest trust in her, even this funeral home took over because of her career.

Because the news in the museum did not hide anything from her.

She didn't take it to heart, but she unexpectedly came in handy at this time.

Sorted by the initials of her name, she quickly found Zhang Cui's name and the photo was right.

Lu Man moved his mouse and clicked in.

The information is well recorded. Zhang Cui is a native of Liangcheng, but he lives in a remote place, so he has been living in the staff dormitory arranged by the funeral home.

Lu Man focused on the situation of her family members.

Married and widowed, her husband died in a car accident a year ago, leaving behind a five-year-old son.

Not only that, because of the death of her husband, the burden of raising two and four elderly people was all weighed on her.

Coupled with the cost of raising her son, life can crush her at any time just by relying on this funeral home job.

Lu Man recalled her thin and short figure, and her black and yellow rough face, his brows were frowned.

Such a family even only needs to give her a sum of money, and she can afford it.

No wonder just now, no matter how she asked, she insisted that she did it alone.

But Lu Man knew that if this matter spread so quickly, someone must push it secretly.

What's more, according to Zhang Cui's family background, she cherishes this job so much.

When encountering such a thing, she would never choose an early bird, just to refute her face to face as soon as possible.

She should protect herself and quietly reduce her presence.

This is obviously unreasonable.

Having figured everything out, Lu Man glanced at her salary card account number and took the phone to write it down.

She sent a text message: "Brother Nan, you can check this account for me."

As soon as he pressed send, Lu Man took a look at it, and the recipient turned out to be Bo Yehan.

Her usual first contact is Qiao Zhinan. Just now she sent a message to Bo Yehan on the road, but she didn't pay attention for a while. This time she chose the first contact and sent it over.

Annoyed Lu Man's face.

The SMS cannot be retrieved, it is too late.

Soon, she received a reply.

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