Cui Hao advised, "Vice President Xue, you're not really going to call Shen Zhou, are you? He doesn't deserve your call. If he doesn't come, let it be. We'll punish him properly tomorrow, start by docking his bonus for three months!"
"If he doesn't behave, remove him from his position as the insurance regulatory director and let him know that your authority is not to be challenged. You can lift him to the skies, but you can also throw him into hell!"
"Just give the word, and I'll go tell him tomorrow."
The more he spoke, the more animated he became, fantasizing about tomorrow, bearing Vice President Xue's decree, and loudly scolding Shen Zhou until he was utterly humiliated.
As a deputy manager, the thought of reprimanding a director so harshly was thrilling.
But Xue Chang just gave him a cold look, then dialed the number.
People around were still advising against making the call, to avoid that kid getting more arrogant and insufferable.
"Shut your mouth."
