Yang Fan didn't move, staring straight at Wu Guoxiong: "Why should I leave? I'm here to attend the shareholders' meeting."
Shareholders' meeting?
Wu Guoxiong almost laughed out loud; a security guard attending the shareholders' meeting—what kind of shareholders' meeting could that be?
"Yang Fan, stop messing around. If I really have to take action, it won't look good for anyone," Wu Guoxiong said very patiently.
Wu Guoxiong's patience was entirely to give face to Murong Yan, since even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and now was not the best choice to kick someone when they are down. If one day Murong Yan rose up again, it would be he, the employee, who would be out of luck. One must always leave themselves a way out.
Yan Dongqiang had completely run out of patience: "Manager Wu, what are you standing there for? Do I need to teach you how to do your job?"
