Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1298 - 635: Reorganizing the Dried Meat Factory_2

When the young man heard this, he suddenly exploded, "I quit, it’s just a crappy job, right? What’s so great about it? If you don’t appreciate me, I’ll just..."

"Smack!" Yan Fei slapped him across the face and then kicked the man, sending him flying. "Who are you calling ’daddy,’ who do you think you are? What’s his name?"

He naturally asked Pang Fa, who at least managed the factory and could recognize people. Pang Fa answered, "Guo Baofu."

Yan Fei slightly recalled the list Old Xing had given him and blurted out the young man’s background, "Guo Baofu, your dad was executed years ago for hooliganism. Your mom raised you alone, and because she’s been sick for years, you were fast-tracked into the Meat Processing Factory, weren’t you? The reason you came to work here was that Old Xing said your family was in particularly difficult circumstances, and you were also quite filial."

"Don’t look at me with that gaze; you can’t afford to offend me. Since you’re still one of my factory’s people, I’ll forgive you this time. If you weren’t one of mine, do you think you’d even make it through this year? I’ll give you one more chance. Apologize to me now, or get lost."

Over there, Old Xing was already running towards this side, and two more experienced workers were also taking the opportunity to help up the young man, and were quietly persuading this Guo Baofu.

There’s an old saying in China, "Filial piety is the most important of virtues." If it weren’t for Guo Baofu’s filial piety, given his attitude just now and the things he had said, it’s hard to say what would have become of him.

Although Guo Baofu was somewhat unappreciative, when he thought of his sick mother at home and was lectured by Old Xing who had hurried over, seeing Old Xing continuously apologizing to Yan Fei, and then looking at the few big guys who had rushed in behind Yan Fei and were clearly not ones to be trifled with, he didn’t dare to continue butting heads with Yan Fei. He stood up, looking very wronged, and said, "Boss, I’m sorry!"

Those few words were spoken with such difficulty, it truly made one feel sorry for him.

Yan Fei didn’t hold it against him anymore and gave him a look, "Remember, just this once."

After saying that, he turned back to Old Gao and the others who had just run in, "Take them to feed the tigers. This brash one here, let him go feed them and see how big his guts really are."

Old Gao cracked a smile, "Boss, you’ve really mellowed out!"

Yan Fei ignored him and continued walking towards the workshop. Behind him, Heizi opened his mouth but said nothing, gave a knowing look to Pang Fa, and mouthed, "All thanks to Sister Fei’s good education."

Unexpectedly, Yan Fei paused in his step, and Heizi, distracted for a moment, almost bumped into Yan Fei, which startled him.

This guy was quick to react, following Yan Fei’s gaze, he saw two cigarette butts in a corner, both only recently lit. From their fresh appearance, he knew they were lit when Yan Fei walked in but had to be extinguished hastily.

Heizi was feeling guilty, and after realizing what was going on, he instantly jumped up and bellowed, "Who’s been smoking? Don’t you know this is a production workshop, and you’re smoking in here? Stand up and admit it yourselves now."

Considering Yan Fei’s swift disciplinary measures just now, Heizi’s act to cover up his own guilt did have an effect. Right then, a middle-aged man stood up, "Boss, I was wrong. I promise I won’t do it again. I accept the punishment..."

This time, Heizi didn’t dare to decide on the punishment himself and stepped back, standing behind Yan Fei, waiting to hear how Yan Fei would deal with it.

Yan Fei’s method was an old one, "Violation of production regulations, fined ten dimes. This is your first offense; it’s ten dimes for everyone. The next time will be twenty, the time after that forty, and it’ll double like that hereafter."

Pang Fa had already pulled out his notebook, listening to Yan Fei’s words and began to record.

After Yan Fei finished speaking, he then surveyed the room, "Two cigarette butts, where’s the other person? Come clean and it’s ten dimes, but if I have to find out who it is, it’ll cost at least double."

Everyone around, upon catching his gaze, started working harder, desperately not wanting to be the one the boss would ask to point out who was smoking earlier.

Little did they know, Yan Fei didn’t need to resort to those tactics. He just looked around briefly, then walked up to a worker with an unnatural expression and said, "Hand over your hand, take off the glove."

The worker, bracing himself, extended his hands and removed the gloves. Yan Fei’s nose twitched, "You owe twenty dimes, no objections, right?"

The worker, with a mournful expression, admitted his fault, "No objections! Boss, I was wrong. I won’t dare again."

Just for two puffs of a cigarette, and he’d been working for a while with gloves on. He never imagined it could be sniffed out; he wouldn’t dare object to anything!

Yan Fei didn’t bother to look any further and simply walked outside—if he had kept looking, he would have certainly found more problems, but having already identified three issues, he figured any more would make Pang Fa lose face.

Even so, when coming out, Pang Fa looked extremely ashamed.

Seeing the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Heizi tried to lighten the mood, "Brother Fei, Old Gao’s right, you’ve really become much more patient!"

Yan Fei looked at Old Gao coming over from a distance and retorted unsatisfied, "What’s that supposed to mean? Was my temper really that bad before? Have I ever made it hard for you and Old Gao?"

Just as Old Gao arrived, he overheard this and immediately gave Heizi a dark look. "What the hell have you said now? It’s bad enough inviting trouble upon yourself, but did you have to drag me into it too?"

Heizi was also startled, "No, no, Brother Fei, that’s my bad for not being clear. I just thought you were going to fire a few people to make an example!"

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