Our Rise Era

Chapter 20: Suppressed Together

Zhang Yang's powerful medicine...

It's so cruel.

Until the early morning, Zheng Guodong's office was still brightly lit.

[Zheng's Food Co., Ltd.] Almost all the management staff were shouting in the office that if Zhang Yang was not dealt with, the company would be irreconcilable.

Zheng Guodong persuaded everyone in a gentle manner until these people calmed down a little, and then he sent these old men away.

But around two o'clock in the morning, Zhou Bingkun arrived.

He didn't come alone, but came with several workshop directors.

When Zhou Bingkun walked in, he sat down on the sofa.

Although those workshop directors did not have Zhou Bingkun's aura, they all stood behind him silently.

"What are you doing?"

Zheng Guodong felt a subtle feeling in the air, but he still smiled gently and asked Secretary Li to make a cup of tea for everyone.

Zhou Bingkun took a sip of tea and then raised his head slightly: "Boss Zheng, I talked to you about Zhang Yang this afternoon. I thought he would be more restrained, but I didn't expect that not only did he not restrain himself, but he took away all the young people in the business department. After taking them away, he didn't even tell me whether I was from the business department or not? Are they really going to transfer me to a front-line position to make instant noodles?"

"What is he going to do!?"

"It's the other way around!"

"With just one sentence, you've negated the market that we old people have worked so hard to build?"

"Also, he tore up all the old rules and regulations and replaced them with new ones. He also required all of us to disinfect and wear masks and hats after entering the workshop. If we were found not wearing them completely or taking them off, we would be severely punished!"

"What is this going to do?"

"Is he building an atomic bomb or something? Does he really think a pack of instant noodles is some kind of precision component?"

"We have been doing this for the past five, ten, and twenty years. You said food safety? We have always taken it very seriously. Mr. Zheng, let me ask you, has anything gone wrong?"

"It's all just a fucking formality!"

"Wearing a hat, gloves, and a mask is so inconvenient! The employees are very dissatisfied now and are about to go on strike!"

"Mr. Zheng!"

"I know this is for the benefit of others, we understand, and we are willing to cooperate, but what does a fine mean? Are you really targeting your own people?"

"You really don't want us to work anymore, right? Mr. Zheng, if you really don't want us to work, just tell us straight away. We won't stay in the factory shamelessly!"

"In this era, no one would hang themselves on a tree if they didn't have feelings!"

"..."

Every word Zhou Bingkun said burst out of his mouth like a bullet.

Zheng Guodong had a smile on his face at first, but gradually, the smile disappeared.

He silently looked at the dark sky in the distance. After a long while, he looked at everyone gently with a sincere look in his eyes: "You go back first. I will understand the situation. I will definitely not let you suffer any injustice..."

"Boss Zheng, please stop playing Tai Chi. This is the second time today. We are not fools. You suddenly invited such a young man. Don't we know what you are going to do? You just think that our group of old people are useless and hope to bring some fresh blood to the stage!"

"Mr. Zheng, if that's the case, I hope you can tell me directly. If not, I hope you can give us an answer, an accurate answer! We don't want to work with misunderstandings, what do you think?"

"..."

Zhou Bingkun's voice was powerful and the echo lingered.

When Zheng Guodong looked at each workshop director, the workshop directors lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

Zheng Guodong was silent, and the gentle expression on his face gradually stiffened, but he still suppressed his emotions, forced a smile, stood up, and patted Zhou Bingkun on the shoulder: "Mr. Zhou, it's too late today, so let's talk tomorrow. Everyone has worked hard all day, don't stay up late, I will definitely give you a perfect answer, believe me, don't be in a hurry... You are all old employees who have followed me a long time ago, in the future, I will not treat you unfairly..."

After his voice finished speaking.

Zhou Bingkun did not choose to remain silent. Instead, he stared at Zheng Guodong closely: "Boss Zheng, I believe you, but I don't believe that Zhang Yang. Now! Right now! I want an answer. Tomorrow, we don't want to see Zhang Yang come to the company! If there is no accurate answer, then we will not start work tomorrow!"

"..."

Zheng Guodong's forced smile gradually disappeared.

He sat back in his chair silently, took out a cigarette and smoked it slowly.

Just at this time……

There was a knock at the door.

Then, Zheng Guodong watched Zhang Yang walk in from outside with a cold face.

At this moment, everyone was staring at the figure that walked in.

The originally quiet office suddenly became tense.

"Okay, you still dare to come in, okay, very good, Zhang Yang! Today, I will let you know...what reform is. Fuck reform, I'll fuck you!"

Zhou Bingkun stood up from the sofa in an instant, rushed towards Zhang Yang, grabbed Zhang Yang's collar fiercely, and raised his fist to hit him.

"The American Anima suit is limited to 1,000 models worldwide, which is equivalent to RMB 53,000. Think about it carefully, half a year's salary, is it enough for you to pay? Also, did you see it? The gentleman who is recording the video with his mobile phone is my lawyer. If you punch me, I will be lying on the ground immediately. The clothes cost 53,000, and the loss of work time plus 25,000 for nutrition expenses, a total of 78,000. Think about it, do you want to fight this punch!" Zhang Yang squinted his eyes and looked directly into Zhou Bingkun's eyes. There was no panic in his eyes, but instead an unquestionable calmness.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air in the entire office was filled with this solemn confrontation.

Zhang Yang's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an imperceptible sneer.

"Are you kidding me? Your rags are worth 53,000? I think they are cheap goods. You, why did you bring a lawyer here in the middle of the night? We haven't broken any laws... What exactly do you want to do?"

When Zhou Bingkun, who was in a fierce mood, saw Zhang Yang's calm eyes, he subconsciously retracted his hand.

Zhang Yang calmly straightened his wrinkled clothes, brushed past Zhou Bingkun, and silently brought the lawyer to Zheng Guodong: "Mr. Zheng, this is Shen Lang, Lawyer Shen..."

"Hello, Lawyer Shen..." "Lawyer Shen is very good at management system documents and legal systems, so we specially invited Lawyer Shen to help us improve the [system]... From now on, our company is no longer a family workshop, but a real enterprise!"

"Oh, oh, thank you, Lawyer Shen, thank you..."

Zhang Yang turned around again, looked at all the workshop directors, and finally looked at Zhou Bingkun who was in doubt, narrowing his eyes: "Boss Zhou, I want to ask you, what is your position in the company?"

"What do you mean!" Zhou Bingkun's heart trembled when he met Zhang Yang's calm yet sharp eyes, but he forced himself to suppress his uneasiness and said in a loud voice: "Tell me, what do you mean by that sentence just now?"

"Are you the vice president of the company, or the person in charge of the company's management system? Or the author of the system?" Zhang Yang pressed Zhou Bingkun, who looked aggressive but was actually weak, step by step: "Or, are you the marketing manager? What position do you hold in the company? Answer me!"

"You! What are you doing!" After Zhou Bingkun looked at Zhang Yang's sharper eyes, he felt an unusual sense of oppression, as if the other person's gaze could penetrate his body and reach deep into his soul.

A feeling of uneasiness surged through his body, causing him to involuntarily take a step back.

"I came to [Zheng's Food Co., Ltd.] in 81 and handled 30 business items worth million yuan. I received kickbacks of more than yuan from dealers, but the amount of business I actually expanded was limited. There were only a few orders in the next town and one order in Yanjing City. I leaked company secrets thirteen times..." Zhang Yang stared at Zhou Bingkun expressionlessly. His voice was calm, but it carried a chilling chill.

Zhou Bingkun's face was a little ugly: "What are you doing, investigating me? What are you doing, what on earth do you want to do!"

"He is suspected of forging false data 52 times and defrauding countless subsidies from the Finance Department in the name of market research..." Zhang Yang did not respond, but continued to speak calmly as he looked at Zhou Bingkun who was retreating.

"I didn't do it, it's nonsense! I didn't do it! Mr. Zheng, this guy is talking nonsense! He has no evidence!" Zhou Bingkun's face gradually turned pale and his eyes looked at Zheng Guodong.

At this moment, Zheng Guodong was also looking at Zhang Yang in surprise and doubt.

Zhang Yang silently lowered his head, took out one document after another from his arms, and slowly placed them on the desk.

"Boss Zheng, look at these things!"

Zhou Bingkun's mind went blank after he looked at the documents, but he finally jumped up and said, "You are talking nonsense. I have never done these things. I didn't...slander me. Fine, slander me..."

He wanted to rush over and grab the documents.

But was stopped.

Zhang Yang remained calm. He glanced at Zhou Bingkun, then at the workshop directors not far away, and finally returned his gaze to the panicked Zhou Bingkun. He pushed his glasses and said, "Now, Mr. Zhou, tell me, what position do you hold in the company? Does your position in the company give you the authority to decide whether the entire company should start or stop work?"

"..." At this moment, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were only fixed on the document.

Eyes bloodshot.

He saw the lawyer pick up the document, look at it, and look at him strangely.

He also saw Zheng Guodong picked up the document, and his expression seemed very interesting.

Countless feelings of uneasiness surged into my heart.

wrong!

wrong!
It's absolutely slander, slander!

After a long time, he saw Zheng Guodong sighed: "Mr. Zhou, you go back first, you go back first too, I will discuss the specific matters with Lawyer Shen..."

"Boss Zheng, I didn't, I didn't. I did take kickbacks, but not as much as 300,000. Boss Zheng, and I really didn't leak any secrets. I did contact them and told them about the general situation of the company, but these are all open secrets, not secrets. I, I... You can always find excuses to accuse someone of something! I know he wants to harm me and frame me. This is not right, this is not right..."

"Let's go back……"

Zheng Guodong's expression suddenly turned cold.

"I, you believe me, President Zheng..."

"go back!"

After Zheng Guodong's voice fell, Zhou Bingkun met Zheng Guodong's eyes. He finally lowered his head and left the office in a daze.

When he was about to leave the office, he was so nervous that he couldn't speak: "No, President Zheng, no, I didn't do anything bad, I didn't, I absolutely didn't, you have to believe me..."

Zhang Yang closed the door expressionlessly.

In the office, the workshop directors looked at each other.

"Boss Zheng, this has nothing to do with us..."

"Boss Zheng, we were just instigated by him..."

"Yes, Mr. Zheng, we are obedient and we will do whatever you say... We have absolutely not done anything illegal..."

"..."

Zheng Guodong put out his cigarette, sighed deeply, and waved his hand: "Let's start work as usual tomorrow. Today, I will pretend that nothing happened!"

When the workshop directors heard this, they all nodded rapidly and immediately turned around and left the office.

After everyone leaves...

The office suddenly became quiet again.

Zheng Guodong looked at the so-called "evidence".

Where is the evidence?

They are all documents such as "Management System Documents" and "Personnel Files"...

He looked at Zhang Yang, staring at his suit with an even weirder expression: "Is your suit really worth 53,000?"

"Second-hand street stall goods, one hundred and seventy yuan..."

"If you want, how many boxes should I buy for you?"

"No, thank you. I'm afraid one hundred and seventy dollars is not even the reserve price..."

"..."

(End of this chapter)