It was around ten in the afternoon when Fan Jian, with a gloomy expression, arrived at the HR department. Holding the records of Lin Zifeng that had just been filed in the past few days, he sneered, "You like to show off, don't you? This time I'll let you show off to your heart's content."
He then cozied up to the HR director, saying that today was the day Lin Zifeng had to be kicked out.
"Mr. Fan, why do you need to personally handle the firing of a mere security guard? For such a small matter, couldn't you just have told me?"
The HR director was a shrewd and capable middle-aged man. He had heard some of the rumors circulating in the company that day but was merely curious as to why the prominent Advertising Planning Department Director would hassle a lowly security guard? This piqued the curiosity of the very curious HR director.
"Hmph, don't even bring it up; just mentioning it makes me furious."
Fan Jian rolled his eyes and gave him a flirtatious look.
