"Uncle, this kind of trash that spews filth from his mouth and shows no respect for leadership needs to be fired, right?"
At this point, Jiang Qingxue stepped forward and stood beside Qin Guang.
"Mr. Jiang, please don't fire me. I'm over forty years old, I've been with the group for over a decade, and it's been tough to finally become a team leader."
"I still have a mortgage to pay, and if I'm fired, my entire family will be left out in the cold."
"Mr. Jiang, I cursed the president to stand up for you."
Liang Song crawled and knelt at Jiang Gaofeng's feet, clutching Jiang Gaofeng's legs and begging desperately.
His face was bloodied from Qin Guang's slaps, and the blood from the corner of his mouth even dripped onto Jiang Gaofeng's pants.
He looked extremely pitiful.
But Qin Guang had no sympathy for him at all.
When you have different positions and belong to different factions, you can cause trouble and even deliberately sabotage my plans.
