This was because he didn't know Li Yang. When the time came, Dan Biao wouldn't just be criticized—he'd be viciously chewed out.
All Yang Wei could do now was wait until he officially took over. 'Once I'm the team manager, they'll have to listen to me, right? If they still don't, I'll have to deal with them one by one.'
Far away in Sanyang, Zhao Rui was on the verge of a breakdown. He was barred from entering the Xinyue Square offices, and security was demanding he hand over his work ID, warning that failure to do so would affect his severance package. But he didn't want severance; he wanted his job. In a prefecture-level city like Sanyang, the position of Leasing Manager at Xinyue Square was an exceptionally good one. If not for his aunt, who knew how many years it would have taken him to climb to this position.
