"Mr. Ding, please, don't do this. I have elderly parents and young children to care for. I won't dare do it again," Manager Liu pleaded as he knelt on the ground with a thud after hearing he had been fired, begging for mercy repeatedly.
In the Ding Group, although he was just a manager, he took home nearly a six-figure salary each month. Coupled with some under-the-table income, he made at least several hundred thousand a month, and his network was not something ordinary people could compare with.
Once he had amassed enough connections and funds, he could easily start his own company, but now Ding Pulan's decision to fire him was tantamount to social death. No company would hire someone who had been dismissed by the Ding Group.
This was essentially ruining his life in Zhongzhou.
Furthermore, there were car loans and mortgages to deal with; how he would get by in the future was a problem.
