Imperial City.
Yu Jing Group's office building.
As Rong Qian stepped out of the elevator, he saw several secretaries from the president's office, along with the financial director, standing outside an office at the end of the corridor, all looking as silent as cicadas in winter.
Before Rong Qian had a chance to ask what had happened, the office door opened.
"Make a mistake like this one more time, and you can start looking for another job!"
Lu Changchuan's chilly voice drifted out as the door opened and then closed.
The sales director emerged like a ghost floating out of hell, his face now nearly as white as the wall.
"Assistant... Assistant Rong..."
The financial director, seeking help with desperation in his eyes, said, "Is there a way for me to die quickly?"
"Not to that extent... not to that extent..."
Rong Qian whispered, "Isn't clinging to a wretched life better than a good death?"
Financial Director: "..."
"Wait for my good news!"
