"You still dare to argue?" Factory Director Fula clutched his chest, stood up with his protruding belly, and flung the documents he was holding from the office desk at Manager Niu, his voice rising several pitches in anger, "Niu Dazhuang, everyone says they want to look for me, yet you insisted—indicating if they don't order in large quantities, they won't seek us out."
"What's that supposed to mean? Is this factory yours or mine? Are you the director or am I?"
"You didn't even consult me, just turned them down, Niu Dazhuang, you're really something!"
Director Fula's eyes looked like they wanted to gouge flesh from his body. Over the years, this elder brother-in-law had been taking money from the factory without doing anything of significance. Fula had turned a blind eye but such incidents were not just once or twice.
But what happened today was different from before!
