"Feng Zheng!"
Factory Director Yang's furious temper resurfaced in Itinerant World; he stormed to Feng Zheng's desk and slapped the table, "What's the matter with you? Your work is too sloppy!"
Feng Zheng was organizing the next set of data when suddenly, he heard a loud voice, and it startled him.
He controlled his pounding heart and abruptly lifted his head, just in time to see his own factory's angry face.
Feng Zheng was puzzled and felt a bit wronged, "Director, you're here!"
"Of course, I am! If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known how unserious you all are about your work?"
Factory Director Yang did not go off and scold He Tiantian. Whatever his temper, he still possessed basic logic—
He Tiantian wasn't even an employee of the factory. As the director, he truly had no right to scold her.
Feng Zheng was different; he was their own engineer, and errors meant reprimands.
Factory Director Yang felt no psychological burden at all.
