Seeing the blood on Mu Wanqing's forehead, which was still pouring out, he quickly took out his handkerchief, pressed her wound firmly, and then yelled at Yang Mufan in a bad tone: "Yang Mufan, you don't know anything.
, why are you angry at Mu Wanqing?! Even if Mu Wanqing did something wrong, you should first investigate the reasons for everything and then decide whether to train others, right?!"
"Shut up!!" Yang Mufan glared at Tang Moyu fiercely, "I'm going to teach my employees a lesson, but you have no right to interrupt."
Compared to Yang Mufan who was full of anger, Tang Moyu was extremely angry and laughed. He sneered with disdain: "Yang Mufan, this is your management philosophy?! You don't care about employees, let alone be considerate.
The employees only have orders and contracts in their eyes, they are really overbearing and cruel."
"Ha~!" Yang Mufan smiled coldly, "One day, when you stand taller than me, you can say this again. You know, a loser is not qualified to judge me."
After finishing speaking, Yang Mufan glanced at Tang Moyu contemptuously, as if he didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all, and turned around and walked back to the company arrogantly.
A hint of gloom and chill flashed through Tang Moyu's eyes.
He clenched his fist, gouged Yang Mufan hatefully, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Yang Mufan, are you really not curious and don't want to know the specific reason why Mu Wanqing was late for work today?!"
The only thing that responded to him was his admiration for Fan who gradually faded away. His tall and strong back was extremely cold.
Tang Moyu was a little angry.
In all his life, he has never been ignored like this by anyone.
This cowardice is really frustrating.
At the same time, Tang Moyu sneered in his heart: His son was almost dead, but he didn't care. He only cared about his orders and contracts.
How ironic.
Tang Moyu gritted his teeth and said: "Mu Wanqing, resign. Resign and come to work at Tang's. As long as you are willing to work hard, I guarantee that the money you will get will not be a penny less than at MB."
"..." Mu Wanqing looked at the direction where Yang Mufan was leaving with tears in her eyes, without saying a word.
In fact, as long as Yang Mufan asks "why", maybe she will tell him that there is an existence of An An in this world, but... Now Yang Mufan seems to not care about anything about her.
What surprised Mu Wanqing was that Yang Mufan didn't fire her even though she made such a big mistake.
However, she was demoted.
From simultaneous translation, he was transferred to the logistics department. He sat alone in a small, dimly lit office filled with files. The job he did over and over again every day was to archive and classify the information sent by various departments, and prepare it when they needed it.
When looking for information, find it as quickly as possible and send it to them.
At first she didn't understand why Yang Mufan did this.
It wasn't until the third day of work that she realized: It turned out that this job was done by people who had been relegated to the cold palace and declared that they would never be able to make a comeback.
Unless you resign, you will only get a dead salary of RMB 1,800 per month, no commission, no bonus, no subsidy, nothing.
Of course, the premise is that her boss must also approve it.
Mu Wanqing's heart was filled with despair.
After get off work that day, when she went home and made fish soup for her son and sent it to the hospital, he was sitting obediently on the hospital bed playing with a yo-yo.
Secondly, every time she saw her son alone with only a yo-yo to accompany him, she felt heartbroken.
Is this all her son can do for the rest of his life?!
Could it be that, like Yang Mu Sheng, he couldn't accept everyone's flattery in a glorious and upright manner?!
