Yan Zhengling walked up to Uncle An and asked with a sullen face: "Uncle An, tell me how much money they gave you? What made you decide to betray Media Asia?"

The old man looked a little embarrassed, "President, what nonsense are you talking about? No one told me to do this!"

A sneer appeared in Yan Zhengling's eyes, "Uncle An, any employee of Media Asia is qualified to accuse me. But you are not."

Uncle An was puzzled.

Yan Zhengling continued: "Uncle An, since you became seriously ill two years ago, you have no ability to work at all. Media Asia terminated your labor contract two years ago. Have you forgotten this?"

Uncle An shook his head, "You are lying. I have never signed any termination agreement."

Uncle An flipped through the termination agreement and looked at his signature in disbelief.

Yan Zhengling said: "You just need to sit in the company every day, even if you don't do anything, you will get the same salary as everyone else. Do you think these salaries are the income from your labor? You are wrong. Your monthly salary is

It was transferred to you from my personal account, Yan Zhengling."

"In other words, in the past two years, I just gave you a meal for the sake of the former CEO. But you don't know what is good and what is bad, you repay kindness with hatred, accept bribes, and add insult to injury to me."

Yan Zhengling glanced at Guan Xiao, who immediately turned around and went upstairs.

Not long after, Guan Xiao came down with Uncle An's termination agreement and handed it to Yan Zhengling respectfully.

Yan Zhengling threw it to Uncle An, "Take a closer look to see if this is the termination contract. Take a closer look to see if the signature on it is yours?"

Uncle An shouted anxiously: "You lied."

Yan Zhengling raised his hand. Uncle An's hand was trembling. Yan Zhengling said, "Let everyone see if I reward you with food."

His hands were shaking so badly that he looked like he was incapable of working.

Yan Zhengling's aura was impressive, "Uncle An, starting from tomorrow, you won't have to go to work."

The melon-eaters were originally very dissatisfied with Media Asia's bullying of the weak, and they all wanted to help the old man seek justice.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhengling's appearance and a few words would change Uncle An's image of a bullied weakling into an ungrateful little person. People who eat melons will have many criticisms of him.

Uncle An was so ashamed that he felt ashamed.

There was a glint of admiration in Zhan Hanjue's eyes. He had really underestimated Yan Zhengling. This girl was very cunning.

The employment and termination contract from two years ago was clearly a temporary one.

"Shameless."

"Rely on the old and sell the old."

The crowd burst out with contempt for Uncle An.

"Damn it, she is indeed the heir trained by the founder of Media Asia himself. She can defeat gangsters and trample on cockroaches and mice. She is such an awesome woman."

Zhan Hanjue looked sideways, and Zhan Hanxuan's eyes just turned to his face.

When their eyes met, Zhan Hanxuan was stunned.

However, it is true that Uncle An lost his labor force and Yan Zhengling was very charitable.

Yan Zhengling took advantage of the melon-eating crowd to express his kindness without seeking truth. This battle of mental tricks was a beautiful one.

At this time, Lord Zhan Han heard an arrogant voice coming from the side.

"Brother?"

Zhan Hanjue's eagle pupils shrank, "What did you call me?"


Chapter completed!