"Darn it, a bunch of bastards!"
Zhang Fei now felt an urge to kill someone, "Zhang Luo, even if you are my own brother, I'm going to destroy you! Stop the production immediately!
What the hell are you still doing? These are all genuine products, what's there to produce!"
He erupted in anger, unable to contain his fury.
"Freaking insane!"
The technical expert cursed inwardly. Does the boss have a brain issue? If we don't produce genuine products, are we supposed to produce counterfeits?
Zhang Fei and the others, cursing and swearing, went to the office to find Zhang Luo.
The workshop director waved his hand: "Everyone stop, you won't get paid if you keep this up!"
"We can't stop!"
The technical expert shouted, "What he says doesn't count. We're about to receive our bonuses after all these days. If we stop now, the tenfold salary bonus will be wasted.
Besides, we've been doing this for so many days and haven't missed a single penny of our wages."
