The fire broke out in the backyard, and Wu Daguang, who was far away in Kyoto, could not sit there. After the venue ended, he was busy buying the train ticket for the return trip. He left at 5 o'clock in the morning and arrived in Lubao City until the evening. Then he took the Chenguang delivery car and returned to the Chenguang Clothing Factory.

Wu Daguang, who returned to Chenguang Clothing Factory, could already feel the smoky atmosphere in the venue. Every employee was talking about Wang Kun’s character in private, and people were terrifying.

Wu Daguang went straight to the factory director's office. Although Wang Kun, the deputy factory director in the office, was still guarding his last shift, he did not dare to go out. When he went out, he was pointed at him behind his back. To put it bluntly, he was just holding on.

"What's the matter? I've just been out for such a big mess and transferred the labor contracts of those people to me." Wu Daguang put down his briefcase in a hurry and sat on the bench next to the stove to burn the fire: "I've almost frozen my ears."

Wang Kun didn't respond and went to the information room to find out the labor contracts of several people.

Wu Daguang spread out the information of several people and looked at it one by one, pressing Wang Kun’s own labor contract at the bottom of these information.

"What's the situation?" Wu Daguang asked with Wang Kun's labor contract.

Wang Kun took out the resignation letter he had written long ago in the drawer of the table and handed it to Wu Daguang.

Wu Daguang took the resignation letter, wrinkled, as if he had been soaked in water.

"You just fool me with such a piece of waste paper? You can write me a decent piece of paper." Wu Daguang disliked the waste of paper and opened the stove and filled it in.

"Brother Guang." Wang Kun had something to say, but he couldn't say it.

Wu Daguang looked up at the roof and looked for a while: "Wang Kun, as the deputy factory director, you can't even resolve internal conflicts in the field, and you lack ability..."

Wang Kun stood on Wu Daguang's side like a child who admitted his mistake: "Brother Guang, I know that I can't leave this matter out of my relationship. I am indeed not suitable to be the deputy factory director."

Wu Daguang nodded: "Well, it's really not suitable. I'll send it to the workshop as an ordinary job."

"Brother Guang, I want to..."

"Whatever you think, you can find me a piece of waste paper for resignation letter. This month's salary will be deducted to make up for the losses caused by Chen Guang because of you. From now on, you will be a worker in the workshop. If you have some prospects, do a better job for me." Wu Daguang handed Wang Kun's contract to Wang Kun.

Wang Kun held his contract and felt disappointed. After all, there was a certain sense of difference from being a deputy factory manager to an ordinary job.

"Do you feel that you are a little wronged when you are a deputy factory manager who goes to the workshop to make clothes? Have you found a next home?" Wu Daguang asked, his eyes unchanged from the labor contracts of the others in his hand.

"No, Brother Guang, I never thought of leaving Chenguang, it was just a rumor to me in the factory..." Wang Kun couldn't continue.

"The mouth grows on them, let them say go, when will these people go to work?" Wu Daguang asked.

“Tomorrow night.”

"Who picked the head?"

Wang Kun pointed to one of the photos on the contract. The photo was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a small square face, dark skin, Mediterranean, and slightly convex mouth. Wu Daguang had a little impression of this person. He liked to chat and spank with a group of women at the door of the venue. The shattered mouth was like an old woman, without any door. He was considered a fence-bearer in the workshop. Anyone with some power would hold him. It would be nice to fart him and often do thankless things.

"Who among these people is the least courageous? It's best if you have no opinion." Wu Daguang asked.

Wang Kun pointed at a thin young man. The young man was only eighteen or nineteen, with a thin body and a drooping corner of his eyes.

"You have to help me find this person in the office, and I'll talk to him." Wu Daguang ordered.

After saying that, Wu Daguang seemed to remember something, poked his head out of the office and shouted: "Li Tong, you guys are hungry and go to Wuji Catering first, and I will say I've arranged it."

"Okay, Brother Guang." Li Tong responded. After going to Kyoto and seeing the world, Li Tong no longer stayed in her small world and spoke much more readily.

Wang Kun reminded at this time: "Brother Guang, the county magistrate... the county magistrate said that you would come back and give him an explanation."

Wu Daguang took a deep breath and gave him an explanation. Isn’t it just to be scolded?

"knew."

"Brother Guang, will I go to the workshop tomorrow or wait a few days before going? Can I not go to the workshop?" Wang Kun asked cautiously. He would definitely be bullied when he went to the workshop.

Those employees were worried about the face of the deputy factory director and did not dare to take action. As a result, when Wu Daguang came back, he rubbed Wang Kun, just as they were concerned.

"I'll give you a word. Only by enduring hardships will you become the best." Wu Daguang gave a message. "Whenever you go, you will follow you or not."

Wang Kun stopped talking.

Wu Daguang took out his big brother. The big brother had no power and didn't touch his pocket. He came back in a hurry and threw the battery into the hotel in Kyoto.

Wu Daguang called his second home by phone from the factory director's office.

I answered the phone on the other end of the phone and said very rude: "I told you everything, it's useless to call me. I'll wait for your boss to explain it to me in person."

"Oh, uncle, it's me, Daguang." Wu Daguang answered carefully like Wang Kun just now.

"Wu Daguang, you still know that when you come back, the venue is still yours." The county magistrate's tone was not tight and did not slow down, but it also a little heavier.

"Uncle, we know we are wrong. I'll go to you to explain it clearly. Have you had dinner? If you haven't eaten, please invite uncle and aunt to the restaurant for some." Wu Daguang smiled apologized.

"Your aunt has already cooked, no need."

"Come on, I'll bring a bottle of good wine to apologize. This is the good wine I got back in Kyoto. I'm thinking about you always love drinking."

"Stop being sloppy. Now the king of heaven is here and I can't save you this alone." After the county magistrate said that, he hung up the phone.

Wang Kun asked carefully: "Brother Guang, what do the county magistrate say?"

"I don't know yet, I'll go to my second home." Wu Daguang said, picked up his briefcase and took out the three bottles of good wine hidden inside. He took them back at the wine table. Although he had opened the box, the bottle cap was not twisted and it was wasted.

Before leaving, he saw Wang Kun's pitiful look and threw it to Wang Kun a bottle: "I'll give it to you, save some drinks, this is all good wine."

Wu Daguang left, Wang Kun held a bottle of white wine in his arms, and his heart was mixed. He could not do anything like Wu Daguang's calmness, as if everything was not a big deal in his eyes.

After thinking about it, Wang Kun held the wine in his hand, unscrewed the bottle cap, and opened the sealed lid. A strong aroma of wine came to his face, making people want to taste it.

When Wang Kun's mouth approached the bottle, he suddenly remembered that he was no longer the deputy factory director and ordinary employees were not allowed to drink alcohol in the venue. Wang Kun covered the lid again.
Chapter completed!