As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, a girl with a ponytail rushed in.
She looked to be in her twenties, with light makeup on her face and a ponytail swinging around. She looked like a female student in college who rushes to the cafeteria with the bell ringing.
"Xiao Fang?"
Chen Yang was surprised, put down the phone call he was about to make, and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Xiao Fang is Tang Wan's chief assistant. With his hot-tempered style and immature college girl dress, he doesn't seem very qualified, but Tang Wan likes him very much.
The tone in which Chen Yang spoke to her was completely different from when he spoke to Zhang Jie.
"Chen~Mr. Chen."
Xiao Fang paused, as if he didn't know what to call it, so he hesitated and chose the most common one.
But she immediately stopped worrying about the title and said anxiously: "Something happened, something happened..."
Chen Yang smiled slightly and said nonchalantly: "If anything happens, please speak slowly and don't be in a hurry."
Xiaofang was so anxious that he stamped his feet, somewhat complaining in his heart, and thought to himself: "Sister Wan is such a smart and capable person, why did she find such a door-to-door son-in-law who only knows how to do bad things?
It’s only been a while since this happened, but the conflicts have intensified, and now there’s no way to end it.”
Xiaofang took a deep breath to calm down and said quickly: "Many old masters from the factory and some salesmen in the store came, saying they wanted to ask for wages and for an explanation."
...it turns out to be this.
Chen Yang shook his head and laughed, leaning back on the chair without caring.
His action caught Xiao Fang's eyes, but it made her even more disdainful. She thought to herself: Was he scared out of his wits?
Xiao Fang was worried about Logan and almost cried.
"It's okay," Chen Yang motioned for Xiao Fang to sit down and said lightly, "Let them come."
Xiao Fang cried angrily - for Tang Wan's sake, she couldn't say anything, but she stubbornly refused to sit down, silently expressing her dissatisfaction.
Chen Yang didn't care at all about the little girl's thoughts. He walked over in person, opened the office door, walked back calmly, and sat down.
After he finished this action, there were first faint whispers outside the door, then rapid and dense footsteps, and finally all kinds of sounds merged together to form an uproar, and poured in like a heat wave.
As if he was blind and deaf, and completely unaware of the situation, Chen Yang asked gently: "Xiao Fang, how much Maotai stock do we still have on hand?
I’m referring to the Feitian that I gained from participating in the Moutai market this time.”
"...When did this happen? Why do you ask?"
Xiaofang's face was so anxious that he was sweating and his makeup was stained. He stamped his feet, turned his head, and ignored him.
Chen Yang didn't take it seriously, and his tone remained gentle: "Don't be so angry, just talk about it."
Although the tone was gentle, Xiaofang's heart skipped a beat, and she felt an invisible pressure falling on her, making her shoulders feel sore.
She walked over silently, stood next to Chen Yang, operated the computer, and quickly retrieved the data.
As soon as Chen Yang's eyes fell on the data, dozens of people swarmed in, filling Tang Wan's general manager's office.
"Your surname is Chen, right? Pay back the wages owed to us quickly, otherwise you won't be able to walk out of this door today."
"That's it, is there no one left in the Tang family? First it was Tang Wan, that little girl, and now even the son-in-law has come to show up."
"Brothers, the company may be going bankrupt. Why should we worry about friendship? If we don't make up for our wages today, we won't be done."
"..."
Men’s questioning and yelling;
Women’s cries and splashing;
Some people were so angry that they wiped tears from their eyes;
Some people are instigating, shouting and enjoying themselves secretly...
Chen Yang watched this scene indifferently, looking through the crowd, he saw Zhang Jie in the back, eating melon seeds and gloating about his misfortune.
Their eyes met, and the meanings in their eyes were exactly the same three words: