Upon hearing his colleague’s words, Zhang Dong stood on tiptoe and noticed that Lin Yi was heading his way.
"This guy is really something, trying to complain about me with the identity of a courier. What could he possibly be thinking?"
"Who knows, anyway I feel like his brain doesn’t work too well," Zhang Dong’s colleague said:
"Your brother is the team leader, and he has such a good relationship with President Liu. Who’s going to pay attention to his complaints here?"
"Exactly." Zhang Dong said:
"And I heard that most of the key department heads in this whole district are under President Liu’s thumb now, with Boss Zhou already sidelined. In this situation, he still wants to complain about me? Let him have a taste of what the harsh reality of society means, haha..."
"Haha... right."
The two laughed as they watched Lin Yi walk over.
"Yo, is the complaint over?" Zhang Dong said, gloating.
Lin Yi felt a bit helpless, sensing an awkward encounter.
"Yes, it’s over."
"Oh dear, I’m so scared."
Zhang Dong laughed heartily: "You came all this way with such fanfare, but who knows when the district will deal with me? If I’m fired, I won’t be able to support my family, nor pay the mortgage. What will I do? Haha..."
"That’s your own problem; it has nothing to do with anyone else," Lin Yi said calmly.
"Oh crap, haha..."
Zhang Dong laughed uncontrollably, with tears almost coming out.
"Look at this guy, I was just speaking casually, and he believed it. Definitely has a problem with his brain, haha..."
"This person is really amusing."
Zhang Dong’s colleague laughed so much he almost got a stitch.
"With his intelligence, he’s not even fit to deliver packages; he can only move bricks at a construction site."
Zhang Dong laughed for a while and patted Lin Yi’s shoulder.
"Young man, take my advice: with your intelligence, you might not be able to deliver packages correctly. Find a construction site and move some bricks."
"The same advice goes for you."
Not wanting to waste words with Zhang Dong, Lin Yi prepared to find his car.
Just then, voices came from not far away.
"Zhang Dong, you came just in time. I have something to tell you."
It was a woman speaking, about 40 years old, dressed plainly, typically middle-aged.
"Sister Zhang, what’s the matter?"
Seeing it was someone from HR, Zhang Dong walked over with a smile.
"There’s been a personnel change. You’ve been fired by the company. Go handle the car return procedures and settle your wages."
"Hmm?"
Zhang Dong was stunned, unable to react for quite a while.
"What did you say? I’m fired?"
"Yes, it was signed off by Boss Zhou’s side. Quickly pack up."
After confirming he hadn’t misheard, Zhang Dong panicked.
"Why am I being fired out of the blue?"
"I don’t know, but the work order has already come down, and there’s likely no room for negotiation. It’s best to quickly pack up."
Seeing no leeway given to him, Zhang Dong sensed trouble.
"Wait a moment, I’ll ask my brother what’s going on."
"Don’t bother calling him, he’s been fired too and is currently handling the handover procedures."
The whole family was getting neatly dismissed.
"My brother was fired too?!"
"That’s right, so don’t insist anymore."
"Wait, let me have my brother ask President Liu."
"Hey, Old Zhang..."
Zhang Dong’s colleague called after him, "Look at the entrance."
Zhang Dong turned to see Liu Wenlin carrying a box, walking out dejectedly.
"I’m not responsible for President Liu’s case, but I can tell you for sure that President Liu was also fired. Don’t hold onto any fantasies."
Zhang Dong’s expression fell; both his brother and President Liu were fired, leaving him with no backing.
Even if he wanted to ask for help, he wouldn’t know who to turn to.