"The surname He, what the hell do you mean!"

As the phone was about to get off work, He Wentao's desk rang, and he roared angrily.

"Bang."

He Wentao hung up the phone casually.

He heard it was Ma Desheng's voice.

He speculated that Ma Desheng was approached by the police.

He Wentao is not in a hurry.

He said to the deputy factory director Lu Chendong, who was sitting opposite him: "It's about to get off work, you go back first, by the way, let Director Feng come."

Looking at Lu Chendong's departure back, He Wentao felt thoughtful.

This person seems to be versatile, but he is cautious and even lowers his head slightly when he talks to him.

As soon as Feng Yikai came in, the phone rang again.

The number just now is still on the caller ID.

He Wentao did not go to pick him up and signaled Feng Yikai to sit down.

"Old Feng, what do you think of Director Lu?"

"I……"

Feng Yikai was a little hesitant.

He Wentao waved his hand and said, "Don't take it seriously, let's talk casually, and say whatever you have."

Feng Yikai didn't understand He Wentao's intentions, so he thought for a while and said, "Director Lu is an old man in the factory. He has been doing administrative work in the factory just now, and he has also climbed up step by step."

He Wentao nodded slightly, without interrupting the other party.

Feng Yikai glanced at the phone that was still ringing and continued: "A few years ago, he and Ma Desheng were both deputy directors, and he had never competed for Ma Desheng. Ma Desheng was strong, so he became..."

"What did it become?"

Seeing the other party hesitant, He Wentao asked.

Feng Yikai smiled bitterly and said, "He is in the factory, everyone calls him a good man, and in private, everyone calls him a turtle."

"turtle?"

"Yes, when you encounter something, you usually stay outside, but when you encounter something, you will shrink back. Ma Desheng is in trouble, and everyone wants him to be fair. As soon as the wind is heard, he..."

"Just what?"

“Appointed a week of sick leave.”

Speaking of this, He Wentao heard obvious resentment from Feng Yikai's tone.

He Wentao nodded and said, "I plan to let him be the factory manager."

"ah?"

Feng Yikai was stunned.

He had just said a lot of bad things about Lu Chendong!

"The factory manager...this...this..."

He Wentao waved his hand and said gently: "Don't be nervous, what you say to me will not be spread."

Feng Yikai relaxed a little.

At this time, the phone on the desk finally stopped ringing.

He Wentao looked at Feng Yikai and said casually: "I have a lot of things. In addition to the clothing factory, I have another company to manage. I plan to let Lu Chendong be the factory manager. However, I am not familiar with everyone else except you. Sometimes I am afraid that I can't receive feedback in time..."

He Wentao's words are already very obvious.

Feng Yikai was excited and stood up, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, whenever there is any disturbance in the factory, I will report to you immediately!"

"Not that serious. Sit down."

He Wentao signaled Feng Yikai to sit down and said, "Your side, I will remove the word "stop" for you first. Although the factory belongs to me, it will be difficult to get you promoted again for a while, otherwise you will not be able to convince the public and you will be mentally prepared."

Is this mentally prepared?

Feng Yikai obviously heard of He Wentao’s hint that when he performs well, he will be promoted!

What is the office director going up?

Deputy Director?

Feng Yikai's face turned red with excitement.

"Don't worry, factory manager, I will help you look forward to the factory and not let people mess around!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the desk rang again.

"Okay, okay, have you found the invoices you mentioned?"

"I found it all, I locked it in the drawer."

He Wentao nodded, reached out to get the phone and answered it.

"My surname is He, what do you want!"

"Bang."

The phone was hung up by He Wentao again.

But it just hung up and started ringing again.

Ma Desheng seems to be really anxious.

But He Wentao is not in a hurry.

He took out a cigarette and threw it to Feng Yikai. Feng Yikai quickly took out a lighter, stretched out his body over the desk, and lit it for him.

He Wentao took a sip of cigarettes and spitted a cigarette ring before answering the phone.

This time, Ma Desheng's tone improved a lot.

"He Wentao, don't rush to hang up the phone, I'm Ma De..."

"Bang!"

He Wentao hung up the phone again.

The phone on the table rang tenaciously, and He Wentao was not in a hurry to answer.

It was not until a cigarette was finished that He Wentao picked it up.

"Hey, who?"

"Director He, I am Ma Desheng, I..."

"Oh, it turns out it's Director Ma. You said it was already. I thought it was a harassing call! Look at this incident."

Feng Yikai held it in a while and almost laughed out loud.

On the other side of the phone, Ma Desheng almost vomited blood.

"Director Ma, are you planning to guide our clothing factory? But now you're getting off work, how many days will it take?"

"No, no, Director He, I have something else. Are there any misunderstandings between us...?"

"Misunderstanding? Where do you start?"

"Director He, the car in your factory was not stolen, I borrowed it. Why did you call the police and say..."

"Ah? Director Ma, you said the stolen car in our factory is where you?"

"It's not stealing, it's borrowing! Director He, I really borrowed it!"

Ma Desheng was angry again.

He really didn't expect that He Wentao would dare to act seriously. He was also the former factory director at least.

Unexpectedly, He Wentao was even more angry than him.

"You borrowed it? Who did you borrow it? I want to see which dog is willing to lend out hundreds of thousands of cars in the factory! This is my factory, I bought it with money! Any little bastard dares to touch my things?"

On the other end of the phone, a heavy breath came.

It can be imagined that Ma Desheng is about to be in a state of breath.

"Director Ma? Are you still here? If you are not here, I will..."

You're no longer here!

Ma Desheng cursed in his heart and hurriedly said, "Director He, I lent that car to..."

"You lent out? Director Ma, I don't understand what he said."

"It's true, I signed the note, it's me..."

"Oh...I understand."
To be continued...