"These conditions are outrageous; this is not about taking on employees—it's as if we're dealing with a bunch of big shots. Making such excessive demands without even starting work, what will they want next? To fly to the sky?" Ye Fan's expression became very ugly. Even if he had to give up the factory, he couldn't agree to such rude demands.
"Reject their unreasonable demands. These people are just too greedy. If we agree to theirs, I estimate we will go bankrupt. By the way, is their factory manager inside? I want to go and have a look." Ye Fan said with a cold face, his tone turning very chilly. He really wanted to see where these people got the audacity to make such rude demands.
Just then, the factory manager came out from inside. He was in his fifties, not very tall, with a mustache and a pair of shifty, bright little eyes that quickly scanned around before settling on Ye Fan. The manager had just been informed that this man had driven his car straight into the premises.
