Chapter 385: Me. Beelzebub is tyrant.
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On the other side in the Feng Internationals, the air was already cold and tense. People were on the edge, staking both their life and death.
"Did President Feng have to walk on the eggshells early in the morning? Why is his mood bent more on the Devil mode?"
"Do we stand with any right to complain? He is the mighty President of this organization. We could only take his given hard times and punishments".
The people were grumbling among themselves, complaining about the situation they were struck in but they also knew that they would not be saved until and unless they complete the task they have been asked to.
But right then a cold voice struck their bones, making their face go pale as paper. Their bodies trembled when they realized that they had been caught backbiting their Boss. Something that was truly sinful and highly punishable in Feng Internationals.
"What are you guys complaining about?" The plain question was asked but it sounded like the messenger of death was giving them the last chance to confess their sins. But even if they confess, they knew that they would not be able to escape the punishment.
"Secretary Gao, we were just … we were just talking among ourselves. There was nothing that …" the employee tried to dodge the bullet but a harsh glare from the man was enough to silence his lie.
Gao Fan's eyes scanned all the people at the front. "Who do you think is responsible for your condition? Dare to blame President Feng and I will make sure to make you blame your whole life for your few second's audacities." He warned and his glare was enough to let everyone know the challenge he was putting forward in front of them.
What else did they expect from him? He was not called the Unbreakable Sword of Feng International for nothing. His attitude and aura were all matched and perfect for that title.
"You were right. President Feng is good at giving hard times when he is in a bad mood and you can't have any stand to blame him. But that was not because he is a tyrant rather because you don't have the right".
As he said, his eyes went to look at the piles and piles of papers that were acc.u.mulated at each desk. "The misery has befallen on all of you, not because of some bossy tyranny rather for the days you have spent lazing around taking advantage of President Feng's easygoing nature. The piles on your desk are not a day's work rather the works you left to the heap for a month now. Seems this job itself has become a burden for you. That's good too, I will help you ask President Feng for a permanent leave".
The employees immediately stiffened. Their journey to reach the position they are in Feng Internationals were not simple. They could not bear to leave.
Instantly bowing their heads down, they said in the tone of apology, "We are sorry, Secretary Gao! It's our fault that we did not complete our jobs on time. Please let us off today and we would never repeat it again" They said, hoping that they might get some concessions. But being new to the organization they did not know that there were no concessions for the wrongs in Feng Internationals.
Gao Fan did not say anything. He just pulled his phone out from his pocket and made a call. His expression was all hard and stoic, enough to suit the authority he was showing at the scene. Once the call was connected, he said in a cold tone, "Mr Chen, on what standard is the HR team selecting the new recruits? You know your offence is decreasing the standards and efficiency of the Feng Internationals and that's something our President would not appreciate."
Everyone's expression turned pale at those words, while some of them even collapsed on their chairs. That was the end and in no way they would be able to make a comeback now.
"The group that was recruited has been dismissed. Settle their accounts and select a new batch of recruits to fill in their positions right away and make sure whoever comes next knows their work and rules of the organization well". Goa Fan concluded his words and then turning on his heels walked away but not before giving the last notice to the people behind.
"Make sure to complete the pending works or else working in another organization in future will only remain a future for you and would never become a reality!"
Upstairs, in the President's office
Feng Shufen was sitting on the chair behind his desk. His pen was continuously moving on the paper. Just a look and anyone could give the warning that the Devil was at the edge and any provocation to his nerve would not be taken in any easy way.
Although the air around seemed calmed that calmness was not of the prosperity rather was the warning threat before the storm.
Suddenly a knock at the door interrupted the silence but it did not bring any change to the man's poker expressions. "Come in!" The man agreed to the request as his eyes still remained at the files it was busy studying in.
Gao Fan strolled in politely, with a business tab in his hand. "President Feng!" He greeted but right when he could begin his words another set of speedy steps came inside with a rush. His last step gliding on the slippery floor flawlessly.
"Did the show already begin? Have I missed some special informational scenes from my friend's romantic story?" Qi Shuai said with some panic in his voice and Gao Fan could only shake his head internally. But he has already long lost his hopes of seeing this capable Director of Feng Internationals in a matured look at a time like this.
"Directed Qi!" He greeted and then added, "I was about to begin just before you arrive".
"Oh … oh then that's okay. Thanks for waiting for me and now for who else are you delaying the show. Just begin it" He said as he took his steps directly to take his seat in front of his friend.
But right when he was about to take the place, a dark glare froze him in a half-squatted form. Qi Shuai instantly gulped his fear down as he said with a chuckle of hesitation, "Hehe … Shufen! Your friend has come to greet you, aren't you happy to see me here?"
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On the other side in the Feng Internationals, the air was already cold and tense. People were on the edge, staking both their life and death.
"Did President Feng have to walk on the eggshells early in the morning? Why is his mood bent more on the Devil mode?"
"Do we stand with any right to complain? He is the mighty President of this organization. We could only take his given hard times and punishments".
The people were grumbling among themselves, complaining about the situation they were struck in but they also knew that they would not be saved until and unless they complete the task they have been asked to.
But right then a cold voice struck their bones, making their face go pale as paper. Their bodies trembled when they realized that they had been caught backbiting their Boss. Something that was truly sinful and highly punishable in Feng Internationals.
"What are you guys complaining about?" The plain question was asked but it sounded like the messenger of death was giving them the last chance to confess their sins. But even if they confess, they knew that they would not be able to escape the punishment.
"Secretary Gao, we were just … we were just talking among ourselves. There was nothing that …" the employee tried to dodge the bullet but a harsh glare from the man was enough to silence his lie.
Gao Fan's eyes scanned all the people at the front. "Who do you think is responsible for your condition? Dare to blame President Feng and I will make sure to make you blame your whole life for your few second's audacities." He warned and his glare was enough to let everyone know the challenge he was putting forward in front of them.
What else did they expect from him? He was not called the Unbreakable Sword of Feng International for nothing. His attitude and aura were all matched and perfect for that title.
"You were right. President Feng is good at giving hard times when he is in a bad mood and you can't have any stand to blame him. But that was not because he is a tyrant rather because you don't have the right".
As he said, his eyes went to look at the piles and piles of papers that were acc.u.mulated at each desk. "The misery has befallen on all of you, not because of some bossy tyranny rather for the days you have spent lazing around taking advantage of President Feng's easygoing nature. The piles on your desk are not a day's work rather the works you left to the heap for a month now. Seems this job itself has become a burden for you. That's good too, I will help you ask President Feng for a permanent leave".
The employees immediately stiffened. Their journey to reach the position they are in Feng Internationals were not simple. They could not bear to leave.
Instantly bowing their heads down, they said in the tone of apology, "We are sorry, Secretary Gao! It's our fault that we did not complete our jobs on time. Please let us off today and we would never repeat it again" They said, hoping that they might get some concessions. But being new to the organization they did not know that there were no concessions for the wrongs in Feng Internationals.
Gao Fan did not say anything. He just pulled his phone out from his pocket and made a call. His expression was all hard and stoic, enough to suit the authority he was showing at the scene. Once the call was connected, he said in a cold tone, "Mr Chen, on what standard is the HR team selecting the new recruits? You know your offence is decreasing the standards and efficiency of the Feng Internationals and that's something our President would not appreciate."
Everyone's expression turned pale at those words, while some of them even collapsed on their chairs. That was the end and in no way they would be able to make a comeback now.
"The group that was recruited has been dismissed. Settle their accounts and select a new batch of recruits to fill in their positions right away and make sure whoever comes next knows their work and rules of the organization well". Goa Fan concluded his words and then turning on his heels walked away but not before giving the last notice to the people behind.
"Make sure to complete the pending works or else working in another organization in future will only remain a future for you and would never become a reality!"
Upstairs, in the President's office
Feng Shufen was sitting on the chair behind his desk. His pen was continuously moving on the paper. Just a look and anyone could give the warning that the Devil was at the edge and any provocation to his nerve would not be taken in any easy way.
Although the air around seemed calmed that calmness was not of the prosperity rather was the warning threat before the storm.
Suddenly a knock at the door interrupted the silence but it did not bring any change to the man's poker expressions. "Come in!" The man agreed to the request as his eyes still remained at the files it was busy studying in.
Gao Fan strolled in politely, with a business tab in his hand. "President Feng!" He greeted but right when he could begin his words another set of speedy steps came inside with a rush. His last step gliding on the slippery floor flawlessly.
"Did the show already begin? Have I missed some special informational scenes from my friend's romantic story?" Qi Shuai said with some panic in his voice and Gao Fan could only shake his head internally. But he has already long lost his hopes of seeing this capable Director of Feng Internationals in a matured look at a time like this.
"Directed Qi!" He greeted and then added, "I was about to begin just before you arrive".
"Oh … oh then that's okay. Thanks for waiting for me and now for who else are you delaying the show. Just begin it" He said as he took his steps directly to take his seat in front of his friend.
But right when he was about to take the place, a dark glare froze him in a half-squatted form. Qi Shuai instantly gulped his fear down as he said with a chuckle of hesitation, "Hehe … Shufen! Your friend has come to greet you, aren't you happy to see me here?"
On the other side in the Feng Internationals, the air was already cold and tense. People were on the edge, staking both their life and death. "Did President Feng have to walk on the eggshells early in the morning? Why is his mood bent more on the Devil mode?" "Do we stand with any right to complain? He is the mighty President of this organization. We could only take his given hard times and punishments". The people were grumbling among themselves, complaining about the situation they were struck in but they also knew that they would not be saved until and unless they complete the task they have been asked to. But right then a cold voice struck their bones, making their face go pale as paper. Their bodies trembled when they realized that they had been caught backbiting their Boss.Something that was truly sinful and highly punishable in Feng Internationals. "What are you guys complaining about?" The plain question was asked but it sounded like the messenger of death was giving them the last chance to confess their sins. But even if they confess, they knew that they would not be able to escape the punishment. "Secretary Gao, we were just we were just talking among ourselves. There was nothing that " the employee tried to dodge the bullet but a harsh glare from the man was enough to silence his lie. Gao Fan's eyes scanned all the people at the front. "Who do you think is responsible for your condition? Dare to blame President Feng and I will make sure to make you blame your whole life for your few second's audacities." He warned and his glare was enough to let everyone know the challenge he was putting forward in front of them. What else did they expect from him? He was not called the Unbreakable Sword of Feng International for nothing. His attitude and aura were all matched and perfect for that title. "You were right. President Feng is good at giving hard times when he is in a bad mood and you can't have any stand to blame him. But that was not because he is a tyrant rather because you don't have the right". As he said, his eyes went to look at the piles and piles of papers that were acc.u.mulated at each desk. "The misery has befallen on all of you, not because of some bossy tyranny rather for the days you have spent lazing around taking advantage of President Feng's easygoing nature. The piles on your desk are not a day's work rather the works you left to the heap for a month now. Seems this job itself has become a burden for you. That's good too, I will help you ask President Feng for a permanent leave". The employees immediately stiffened. Their journey to reach the position they are in Feng Internationals were not simple. They could not bear to leave. Instantly bowing their heads down, they said in the tone of apology, "We are sorry, Secretary Gao! It's our fault that we did not complete our jobs on time. Please let us off today and we would never repeat it again" They said, hoping that they might get some concessions. But being new to the organization they did not know that there were no concessions for the wrongs in Feng Internationals. Gao Fan did not say anything. He just pulled his phone out from his pocket and made a call. His expression was all hard and stoic, enough to suit the authority he was showing at the scene. Once the call was connected, he said in a cold tone, "Mr Chen, on what standard is the HR team selecting the new recruits? You know your offence is decreasing the standards and efficiency of the Feng Internationals and that's something our President would not appreciate." Everyone's expression turned pale at those words, while some of them even collapsed on their chairs. That was the end and in no way they would be able to make a comeback now. "The group that was recruited has been dismissed. Settle their accounts and select a new batch of recruits to fill in their positions right away and make sure whoever comes next knows their work and rules of the organization well". Goa Fan concluded his words and then turning on his heels walked away but not before giving the last notice to the people behind. "Make sure to complete the pending works or else working in another organization in future will only remain a future for you and would never become a reality!" Upstairs, in the President's office Feng Shufen was sitting on the chair behind his desk. His pen was continuously moving on the paper. Just a look and anyone could give the warning that the Devil was at the edge and any provocation to his nerve would not be taken in any easy way. Although the air around seemed calmed that calmness was not of the prosperity rather was the warning threat before the storm. Suddenly a knock at the door interrupted the silence but it did not bring any change to the man's poker expressions. "Come in!" The man agreed to the request as his eyes still remained at the files it was busy studying in. Gao Fan strolled in politely, with a business tab in his hand. "President Feng!" He greeted but right when he could begin his words another set of speedy steps came inside with a rush. His last step gliding on the slippery floor flawlessly. "Did the show already begin? Have I missed some special informational scenes from my friend's romantic story?" Qi Shuai said with some panic in his voice and Gao Fan could only shake his head internally. But he has already long lost his hopes of seeing this capable Director of Feng Internationals in a matured look at a time like this. "Directed Qi!" He greeted and then added, "I was about to begin just before you arrive". "Oh oh then that's okay. Thanks for waiting for me and now for who else are you delaying the show. Just begin it" He said as he took his steps directly to take his seat in front of his friend. But right when he was about to take the place, a dark glare froze him in a half-squatted form. Qi Shuai instantly gulped his fear down as he said with a chuckle of hesitation, "Hehe Shufen! Your friend has come to greet you, aren't you happy to see me here?"
