"Mr. Wen, the former employees of Tyson Decoration Materials are making trouble at the construction site, do we need to ask the relevant departments to mediate?" the secretary asked.
"Tyson Decorative Materials?" Wen Jingrong said without looking up, "The factory you just acquired last month? Didn't you already pay those employees a lot of severance pay?"
"Most of the employees of Tyson Decorative Materials are old employees of more than seven or eight years. If they lose this job, they are afraid... "
"Wen Shang Group is not an asylum, and has no obligation to help them arrange their way back." Wen Jingrong interrupted indifferently, "All the old factories will be reintegrated and become intelligent step by step. It is an inevitable trend to cut redundant labor. Fang Bureau makes a call and asks him to help deal with it."
Wen Jingrong has always made drastic reforms for backward technical projects. As long as the decision is made, there will be no forward thinking.
"Okay, this subordinate will make arrangements." The secretary exited the office.
Shang Ke turned into a phantom, detached from the pen, and floated out with the secretary.
He had seen Tyson's rectification plan before. Wen Jingrong purchased Tyson decorative materials and directly laid off more than 200 employees. Although they paid a year's salary, those employees did not have any skills and were older. In this era, it is very difficult for manual workers to find jobs.
You can still want to get to the bottom of it in order to formulate a solution. Although he still doesn't know how to die heroically for other people's employment problems, at least he will finish the mission first.
Tyson's factory is about ten kilometers away from the city. In order to check the situation, Shang Ke quietly brought his "body" with him. If the pen is in the hands of the contractor, he can only move within a range of three thousand meters. Leaving the contractor, there is no restriction. But he can only absorb the evil spirits when he is around the contractor. The evil spirits of others are all shielded from the contract boundaries and cannot be touched at all.
When Shang Ke came to Tyson's factory, he saw hundreds of people blocking the door, preventing Wen Shang's technicians from entering. The two sides were noisy and the scene was chaotic. Not long after, a car stopped at the door, and then a middle-aged man with a pot belly walked out, and he swaggered into the crowd with several uniformed men.
Shang Ke can guess that this person should be the Fang Ju mentioned by Wen Jingrong. It's good that he didn't come, and the moment he came, it made the originally angry employees even more infuriated, but in a moment, it turned directly from a fight to a fight.
Shang Ke swears that their fight is definitely not because of the appearance of his evil pen, at least he thinks so. Shang Ke stood in the corner, quietly emitting the suffocating aura from his body...
"Mr. Wen, something happened to Tyson." The secretary hurried into the office and reported, "I just received news that Fang Ju was injured."
Wen Jingrong frowned and instructed with a gloomy expression, "Turn on the monitoring, I need to know the specific situation."
The secretary hurriedly called up the video image of the factory.
Wen Jingrong watched it expressionlessly. When the video was halfway through, he suddenly pressed the pause button and locked his eyes tightly on the figure in the corner.
Immediately, he stood up abruptly: "Go, go to the scene to see."
There was a hint of surprise in the secretary's eyes, but he still responded quickly to inform the driver and bodyguard.
Wen Jingrong was sitting in the car, staring intently at the video screen, to be precise, at the young man who was watching on the screen.
Since meeting him near the entertainment club that day, Wen Jingrong has sent a large number of people to investigate his identity. However, several days passed, and there was still no result. The other party seemed to disappear out of thin air, and there was no trace at all.
Just when he was about to lose his patience, he saw him in this surveillance. What does he have to do with Tyson? Is it the original employee or the employee's family
Wen Jingrong called up all Tyson's layoffs list, and did not find his information in it. So it seems that he may be a family member of an employee
"Who is in charge of Tyson's side now?" Wen Jingrong asked suddenly.
The secretary replied, "It's Manager Gao Honggao."
"Call him and let him secretly send someone to look after this young man and protect his safety." Wen Jingrong was referring to Shang Ke.
"Okay." The secretary looked at Shang Ke curiously, and then called Manager Gao as instructed.
Shang Ke didn't know that he had been discovered by someone and was still watching the situation on the spot.
At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the melee crowd, and then they gradually stopped fighting, and their eyes all converged in a certain direction.
Shang Ke felt a familiar aura approaching him, turned his head to look, and saw Wen Jingrong walking straight towards him with an imposing manner.
Huh? Why is he here
Wen Jingrong ignored everyone's awe and astonished eyes, walked to a place that was only an arm's length away from Shang Ke and stopped, then raised his head and said to everyone, "I am Wen Jingrong, the president of Wenshang Group, and I have already dealt with your situation. Understood. It is imperative for factories to become intelligent, and layoffs will follow the trend. As for you, I have other arrangements. Everyone please stay calm, go back and wait for the news. The injured people will report to the senior manager later. We are solely responsible for medical expenses."
When everyone heard the words, surprises flashed on their faces, and they immediately asked Wen Jingrong how he planned to arrange it.
"The specific arrangement, we will inform you after we discuss it." Wen Jingrong's eyes were sharp and his tone was unquestionable.
Under his gaze, everyone subconsciously recognized it too far, and dared not continue to entangle. After all, with Wen Jingrong's identity there, he would never go back on his word in front of so many people.
Shang Ke can't believe it, he has almost solved 200 jobs before he even started to take action? Although the real person who did it was Wen Jingrong.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Wen Jingrong took Shang Ke's hand and said "follow me", and he could not refuse to pull him into his car. As for the secretary, he was sent to the bodyguard's car.
After instructing the driver to drive, Wen Jingrong tried his best to restrain his excitement and asked, "Your name."
Although they had done it many times in the dream, he had never been able to ask his name.
"Shang Ke." Shang Ke frowned slightly, wondering if the distance was too close, the blessing on Wen Jingrong's body made him feel very uncomfortable. His condensed body was shrouded in Wen Jingrong's breath, as if it was pierced by a needle.
Strangely, when it was usually hung on Wen Jingrong's body in the form of cufflinks, it never produced such a sharp tingling sensation.
Shang Ke subconsciously opened the distance between the two, and after avoiding physical contact, the pain really eased a lot.
Wen Jingrong's eyes darkened, and he was very unhappy with his alienation. They used to be so close in the dream, he even remembered every part of his body, but in reality, he didn't know himself at all, and even had some resistance.
Wen Jingrong pursed his lips and asked again, "Among those workers just now, are there any relatives of you?"
"No, it's just a few familiar elders." Shang Ke is currently a black household, so naturally he can't say anything.
"I will arrange jobs for those people, as long as you come with me." Wen Jingrong could see that Shang Ke was very concerned about those people, so he directly threw out this condition.
Shang Ke glanced at him and put him on the first official meeting? Someone is really getting more and more efficient at doing things.
"Go with you? Where are you going?" Shang Ke asked calmly.
"Live with me." Wen Jingrong answered simply and clearly.
"... We don't seem to know each other before?" Shang Ke really didn't expect him to be so direct. Is it really okay to casually invite a "stranger" to live together
"I know now." Wen Jingrong made no secret of the intention in his eyes, his burning gaze swept across his eyebrows and fell on his plump and moist red lips, remembering how he had tasted it deeply, how to make It became even more gorgeous... A flame quickly sprang up in the body, and the blood in the whole body boiled.
The person in his dream that he had been looking for for a long time, now really appeared in front of him, and he couldn't control the desire to possess him at all.
Under the increasingly blatant gaze of the man, Shang Ke could only feel an electric current swept through his body, Su made his whole body soft, and finally resisted the attack. He solemnly showed his determination to be strong and unyielding, and not to be tempted. I'm sorry, I'm afraid..."
Before the refusal was finished, Wen Jingrong interrupted: "Let me tell you, I fell in love with you at first sight, and I hope to develop further with you. Living together is the first step in cultivating a relationship, whether you like it or not, I will pull you into my life."
This is definitely the worst confession that Shang Ke has ever heard... If he didn't know his obsession with himself, the above sentence alone would be enough for him to put him in the cold palace.
Not to mention that he is now an invisible pen demon, even if he is really human, it is impossible to agree to such a request when he has only known each other for less than five minutes. Has this guy's EQ been eaten by a dog? Dare to take a subtle and graceful route
"Mr. Wen, your pace is a little faster, and I can't keep up." Shang Ke was not in a hurry, anyway, as long as he was biu, he would turn into a low-key and elegant pen.
"It's okay, I'll take you with me." Wen Jingrong put one arm across his lower back, as if he had practiced many times, and took him into his arms naturally.
Just as the arm touched Shang Ke's body, the needle-like tingling sensation appeared again. Shang Ke was agitated, suddenly stepped back, and broke free from his embrace.
Wen Jingrong's eyes darkened, seeing him resisting him so much, an uncontrollable anger hit his heart. He can ignore anyone's rejection, but the person in front of him can't!
His breath, his touch, and his taste have been integrated into his soul, becoming a drug addiction that he can't get rid of.
Wen Jingrong pressed him against the car door, leaned over and kissed him, almost biting his lips greedily.
Shang Ke was squeezed into a narrow space, and his bent legs were forcibly opened by a fiery body.
Wen Jingrong stared straight into his eyes like a beast, and his lower body was close to him, and he could clearly feel the shape of desire, the fiery temperature, through the cloth, burning Shang Ke's inner skin.
At this time, Shang Ke was not interested in dry wood and fire, and the blessing on Wen Jingrong's body was like a sharp blade, cutting his body with a knife.
A look of pain appeared on Shang Ke's face, his arms crossed to block the man on him, and at the same time he raised his legs and kicked towards his belly.
Wen Jingrong grabbed his ankle and pulled it back. Shang Ke's body slid down sharply, lying on the seat with his legs straddled by Wen Jingrong's waist.
When Wen Jingrong saw the messy appearance of the young man under him, the picture of them having sex in the car appeared in his mind. The scene in the dream coincides with everything in front of him. The difference is that in the dream he is extremely entwined with him, while the real him is so resistant to his closeness. The terrified expression on the young man's face made him feel his heart throbbing, as if the baby he cared for was regarded as an enemy.
Wen Jingrong tried his best to suppress the arrogance that was constantly emerging in his heart. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes returned to their former depths.
He picked up Shang Ke, stretched out his hand to help him straighten his messy clothes, and said in a low voice, "Go home with me."
Although the tone is gentle, it has a strong force that cannot be rejected.
Shang Ke looked at the man in front of him, and vaguely understood that the difficulty of this world was not in the task, but in Wen Jingrong. In the past, he could use his tolerance, love and hot body to soothe his hidden tyranny, but now he can only keep him out.
Wen Jingrong's blessings will not only cause him pain, but also burn his life. The closer Wen Jingrong got, the faster his vitality was consumed.
He can die in any occasion, in any form, in any accident, but he can't die at the hands of this man, and let him bear the guilt of killing him.