"Ms. Miller, the people here are all veterans of our pharmaceutical factory, many of whom have worked here for over a decade. Even though the owner has changed, everyone's affection for the factory hasn't, and nobody wants to leave,"
Eithan Fuentes's smile contained an obvious ill intent, "If anyone wants to leave, they can go on their own, but for those who don't want to leave, please Ms. Miller, don't force us. We were born and raised on this land. If feelings get hurt, I'm afraid the factory won't be able to continue. Or, perhaps Ms. Miller would consider relocating the factory?"
Eithan Fuentes's words were filled with an unmistakable threat: either you spend a hefty sum to relocate the factory, leave here and be free from our control, or you don't think about firing a single one of us, otherwise, you won't be able to keep the factory running here!
Many people joined in the uproar, making the scene extremely noisy for a while.
