Fired?
The factory director looked at Ye Fan with a stunned expression. All the conditions Ye Fan just mentioned were proposed by him; he thought his people could enjoy them too. But unexpectedly, Ye Fan announced their dismissal in public—complete dismissal of everyone.
He had just confidently bragged to his subordinates that keeping their jobs would be no problem at all, and they had all started celebrating, cheering and jumping for joy.
But now, Ye Fan had directly sentenced them to death. The factory director felt as if his old face had been harshly slapped, burning with pain.
"President Ye, what do you mean by this?" After his shock, the factory director's face darkened as he stared intently at Ye Fan, seeking an explanation. The employees standing behind him looked like they had swallowed dead flies, their expressions varied as they glanced at the factory director and then at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan said indifferently, "I said you're fired. Don't you understand?"
