(PS: The plea for tickets is pitiful, the saving is desperate, the author has already died in despair!)
"Mr. Zhang, won't this be letting him off too cheaply?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, just firing him seems too lenient, doesn't it?"
"Mr. Zhang, why don't we call the police? Let them handle him, with the crimes he has committed, he should be sentenced to at least a year in prison."
Upon hearing Zhang Xiaohao's words, Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen, leading a group of beauties from the public relations department, collectively expressed their stance.
Scuffle, scuffle, scuffle...
Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the entrance, and three policemen walked in, stopping at the reception desk.
"Hello, we are from the city bureau, here is my badge, we are here because a murder case involves your company, and we need your leadership to confirm something," said the middle-aged policeman in charge.
