These old men, either with crutches, with their hands pressed against the ground, or bent down to bow their backs.

Although he looked respectful and kowtowed, his eyes kept secretly looking above him, and his eyes kept shaking with the red flying snake in the sky. After a while, he was already sweating.

Zhang Jiufan looked at him from a high place, and his expression was solemn, but he was not at all respectful to him.

The scene in front of me couldn't help but think of the mobilization meeting in the factory. At that time, he was standing in the crowd like the old man now, staring at the vivid speech of the factory director in the center of the stage.

However, the unique red tablecloth is missing at this moment, and the sound is expanded and the standard rostrum is as if the atmosphere is withdrawn.

Although it was an old man, those eyes looked at him like a series of vicious fires, piercing him, feeling uncomfortable all over. At this moment, strange thoughts appeared in my heart:

It was not easy for a factory manager at that time!

You know, the one they didn't like the most before was their factory director. He thought that he would pay dozens of times more than his salary with just one mouth, and he was very dissatisfied, especially the inverted triangle face, which was quite inconsistent with normal aesthetics.

But he is the kind of person Zhang Jiufan wants to achieve the most.

Make money by mouth, have a small girl, frequent drinkers, and luxury cars. It is important to buy a big house of more than 200 square meters in the city...

Now that he changed his position all at once, he was stunned in an instant. He had such a large number of subordinates. He should have been domineering and majestic, but his mouth seemed to be stuck in glue and could not be opened.

So many people kneeled down together, and they couldn't even say anything to let them get up.

As soon as the words I wanted to say reached my throat, they were inexplicably eliminated by my false face.

What I was thinking about was to let these old guys be flat like an ancient emperor, and to let these people get up like a democratic faction, or to personally come forward to support them to reflect the monarchy.

But this was just a circle in my mind, but if I really wanted to take action, I couldn't make up my mind.

This continued for half a quarter of an hour, and the old man kneeling under the stage became impatient:

"Can you let it go..."

"Is this a warning to us..."

"It's too big. In the future, this Lion Camel Ridge will not be the ones we have in front of and behind..."

"More crazy than the monks in the Crazy Immortal Palace..."

"Isn't it just a great immortal, if it weren't for those two immortal envoys..."

He started to whisper, and seeing that Zhang Jiufan did not respond, the old men's voices became louder and louder, and several even shouted directly in the crowd.

"Oh! My old waist..."

"How do you live this life in the future..."

A few of them took the lead, and others also shouted. In a short while, the blazing red clouds that had been opened up were buzzing like a vegetable market.

The more noisy they were, the more guilty Zhang Jiufan was, the less dared to take any action.

Both eyes were stragging around in the cave, hoping someone would help, but in the huge cave, the sound of water was the discussion of Mao Shen, and the only thing left was Huo Wu and A Qing.

When Zhang Jiufan looked over for a moment, Huo Wu smiled playfully, and her two charming eyes looked at the top board.

Ah Qing stood quietly, very gentle, but she shook her head slightly.

It seems that it is not the time for them to take action, and these old men need to deal with it themselves.

"It's been half an hour!"

"Even if you establish your authority, it should be enough..."

"My old knee will be torture sooner or later..."

"That is the immortal envoy, and I won't persuade you. We have been around for hundreds of years. Is it easy to be a land..."

"The immortal court is going downhill again..."

"This kind of person can also be promoted to a god, haha..."

............

trouble.

The more I listen, the more I feel it is a big trouble.

He has been at the bottom and is very clear about the bottom.

If ordinary people hate the most, there is nothing more than such a large gathering. They would rather waste half an hour in class than stay in the venue for another minute.

The workers at the bottom are the most thoughtful, and what they love most is this kind of gossip, which can be said a lot.

Now I understand that it is not easy to do in any industry.

If you haven’t done it, you have no confidence. If you don’t have confidence, you will be restrained. If you don’t have confidence, you will be restrained. If you are restrained, you will be afraid of making mistakes.

This is an endless vicious cycle.

Seeing their factory manager shocking the scene by just a few simple words on weekdays, he was so difficult, and obviously not as easy as he imagined.

But things must be handled at the end. If he couldn't even get a word out today, he probably wouldn't want to get stuck here.

Although I still haven't figured out where I am now, who I am, and what the status of the Great Immortal is.

But he knew very well that if he wanted to gain a foothold in a place, he had to show some of his abilities.

Now I need to say a few words to keep these people steady.

He understands the truth, but it is really difficult to do.

More than 40 years of life experience echoed in my mind, and I found that the final solution was on the inverted triangle face - the factory director who made him a little annoyed.

I have been in the factory for so many years and have attended many conferences, but when I think about it carefully, I really remember it.

Every time I attend a meeting, I basically sleepwalking.

There are really few things that can be remembered, let alone details.

Now I can only cram for a moment, think about the factory manager bit by bit, look, and tone, outline the whole person from my mind, and then use the factory manager as the starting point to imagine a large square, stage, red cloth lecture table, microphone, teacup, and several leaders who accompanied me.

Fill it bit by bit according to your own ideas, add it casually if you don’t expect it, and a large-scale factory annual meeting was simulated in your mind.

Then, start to recall the process summarized by the factory manager's annual meeting little by little.

"cough....!"

Zhang Jiufan simply coughed dryly. He remembered that their factory director would come like this every time he gave a speech.

The sound is not loud, but it should be extra long.

Not to mention, this trick really worked. When he coughed, the noisy situation below was quiet in an instant, and he looked up together, as if waiting for something.

Zhang Jiufan was secretly happy. He coughed lightly and was no longer nervous. Now he understood why those leaders always spoke like this.

This sound is very oppressive.

"Well...that...!"

Wrong!

When Zhang Jiufan said this, he immediately felt wrong. It was obviously the village director shouting in the speaker, and their factory director would not hesitate at all.

After coughing, it’s almost a happy New Year, or lines like “Thank you all for your hard work”, and then get to the point.

These old men should be allowed to stand up now.

Sure enough, the Mao Gods who were still in awe started to mutter before they finished speaking.

"It's really good to pretend..."

"The gods and immortals are all like this..."

"I have been kneeling for so long, and I won't let it get up..."

"That's right, when will you kneel down..."

Ah Qing frowned slightly and glanced at him specifically, as if he felt that it was a bit too much to kneel for so long.

Zhang Jiufan felt a little nervous when he saw this. He had forgotten the words he had prepared. He felt that the quiet around him was so quiet that his eyes were as hot as a red knife, and he was about to burn him through.

Don't be in a hurry.

Their factory managers also say the wrong words.

How did the factory manager deal with it?

After thinking about it carefully, the factory manager seemed to have no remedy and naturally moved forward.

They smile at most, and there are really no ones who stand up and pick on them.

At most, the Mao Gods in front of them were just talking in a low voice, and they didn't see many people who refuted themselves explicitly.

At this moment, the scene of their factory director coming to the factory for the first time suddenly appeared in Zhang Jiufan's mind.

That day he happened to work day, and the entire factory was filled with oil and dust. In the summer, hot air and oil and gas were mixed together, which turned out to be a natural poison gas pool.

Leaders can rest, but they cannot. Even in the harshest environment, the factory's timed processing parts must be completed.

Just as they were working hard, the squad leader suddenly asked everyone to stop. When Zhang Jiufan came to his senses, he saw four management staff in white shirts, suits, trousers, black leather shoes standing on the open space in the middle of the factory.

That was the first time he met the factory director. The other party just said a few simple words and completely conquered Lao Zhang.

The few words the factory director said at that time are still fresh in memory.
To be continued...