Just when the atmosphere in the office was getting weirder, a middle-aged man with slightly bald hair and a big belly walked into the library with a frown.
Pan Jingyuan has been quite depressed recently.
He was originally the deputy tower director of the catering tower, and he was the most promising candidate to take over the position of tower director in the future.
But just when his career was going smoothly, a catering association came into being in the city.
If this were the case, that would be fine. After all, taking control of the Catering Association would also make Pan Jingyuan's power even greater.
But the president of the Catering Association was a guy that Pan Jingyuan couldn't do anything about.
Several battles with him resulted in Pan Jingyuan suffering heavy injuries.
Not long ago, he was inexplicably punished by his superiors and lost his position as deputy tower director, becoming an ordinary manager of the catering tower.
After decades of hard work, I returned to before liberation overnight.
The huge blow made Pan Jingyuan depressed.
And Su Zhusheng, who had always said that he would accompany Pan Jingyuan in advance and retreat, stopped answering Pan Jingyuan's calls after Pan Jingyuan was demoted.
This made Pan Jingyuan feel angry and had nowhere to release it.
And whenever he thinks that all these are caused by worshiping the president of the catering association, he will become angry and itchy.
"Damn Ye Hong!"
Pan Jingyuan muttered and cursed a few more times, and suddenly remembered the reason for coming to the library today.
The director of the library said that someone was making things difficult for him and asked Pan Jingyuan to come and calm things down.
Pan Jingyuan was already familiar with this and rushed over without hesitation.
Of course, he knew that as long as he helped the curator settle things, benefits would accrue to him.
Thinking of the scene that happened in the curator's office a few years ago, Pan Jingyuan's heart couldn't help but feel hot.
Hehehe laughed twice and rushed to the curator's office impatiently.
As soon as he arrived at the door of the office, he noticed a large group of people surrounding him.
Pan Jingyuan was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips.
"Very good. The more people there are, the more my majesty will be reflected."
Pan Jingyuan walked into the office with a proud look on his face and said as he walked: "Old Lin, what happened here?"
He looked arrogant and didn't even bother to look at his surroundings.
Seeing Pan Jingyuan's majestic appearance, many people present took the initiative to make way for him.
"Captain Pan, you are finally here!"
When the curator saw Pan Jingyuan's arrival, he couldn't help but be happy.
The curator's wife suddenly became energetic and cried to Pan Jingyuan: "Mr. Pan, you have to make the decision for my husband!"
Hearing the words "Ta Chang" on the left and "Ta Chang" on the other, the corner of Pan Jingyuan's mouth twitched slightly, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.
Pan Jingyuan did not leak the news of his demotion because he knew that this would make many people no longer "filial" to him.
When the people around him heard the word tower chief, they were immediately shocked, and their eyes looked at Pan Jingyuan with awe.
"Ahem."
Pan Jingyuan coughed twice, and his face returned to pride: "Tell me, who bullied you two?"
The curator and his wife both pointed at Ye Hong and said in unison: "It's him!"
Pan Jingyuan, however, didn't even bother to look there. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said indifferently: "Why don't you come over here and apologize to Lao Lin?"
He knew that after his title of tower leader was revealed, the other party would be frightened and immediately come over to admit his mistake.
But this time, it was Pan Jingyuan who miscalculated.
"Pan Jingyuan, who are you planning to ask to apologize?!"
The voice was cold, but Pan Jingyuan felt familiar.
He frowned slightly and finally opened his eyes to look at the source of the sound.
When he saw those cold, frosty eyes, he couldn't help but tremble.
(End of chapter)