Had this happened before, upon hearing such words, Cao Chuandong would certainly have stormed over and launched into a tirade. After finishing his harangue, he'd directly follow up with, "Do you still want to work or not? If not, get lost!"
Just that one sentence would scare the employees silly.
But now, if he acted and spoke that way, he'd be signing his own death warrant.
Yet, if he didn't speak up, he felt he couldn't maintain his dignity.
Just as he was caught in this dilemma, his assistant ran over.
"Manager Cao, what happened to you?"
The assistant saw that half of Cao Chuandong's face was swollen, with a trace of blood still not wiped clean from the corner of his mouth.
His clothes were wrinkled and dusty, as if someone had pinned him down and rubbed him fiercely against the ground.
"It's nothing, never mind me. Tell me, how do we resolve the current issue?" Cao Chuandong brushed the dust off his clothes.
The assistant's face was grave.
