“Rong Fan, are you trying to force us old guys to death?” The last youngest sensible gaze fell on Rong Fan’s face, “We have dedicated our lives to Rong, you think you brought it in. A few hairy boys can easily replace us? You have to die and we will just wait and see.”
“The fish is dead and the net is broken?” Rong Fan’s voice is still clear and smooth, but their eyes are as mocking as watching a jumping clown. “I have taken over the company for almost ten years. How did I get squeezed by you to the world today? You know better than anyone else. In the past, there were a dozen people sitting in this place, but now there are only four of you. This is why you are like a mirror. Ten years ago, you couldn’t beat me. Ten years later, you are still dreaming today. I die with me. People do like dreaming when they are old. Unrealistic dreams should be done less, or they will be beaten to pieces by reality.” As he said, Rong Fan slowly stood up, “I hope this is the last time, you want to rely on. Rong’s life is glamorous, thinking that you have put a lot of hard work for Rong’s. I give you this face. If you are shameless, don’t blame me for turning your face and ruthlessly.”
After speaking, Rong Fan left the meeting room, but the moment he went out, he stopped again: “I forgot to tell you, I hate someone questioning my abilities and decisions.”
After dropping this sentence, Rong Fan disappeared in front of everyone.
Rong Fan returned to his office, threw his jacket on the leather swivel chair, and stood in front of the single-vision bulletproof glass floor-to-ceiling window. He picked up the phone and made a call. Rong Fan asked after the phone was connected.
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