After scanning through all the leave slips, Wen Ran couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
She knew that even though she had resolved the funding issues, Zhou Mingfu would still think of other ways to make things difficult for her. This move of his was truly ruthless.
Pressing her lips together, she took out her phone and dialed a number. At that moment, the office door was pushed open, and Zhou Mingfu entered from outside.
"Ranran, I heard that so many people took leave today…"
Just a second ago, Wen Ran had been calm. Now, her brows furrowed sharply as she sprang up from her high-end swivel chair, her cold eyes fixed on Zhou Mingfu as she retorted in a chilly tone, "Uncle Zhou, don't you even know basic courtesy? Can't you knock before coming in?"
Since he was ready to tear his mask off, she felt no need to continue pretending.
Zhou Mingfu's face suddenly changed color. He had intended to lash out, but thinking better of it, his expression shifted between green and pale as he forced himself to control his anger and, gritting his teeth, muttered, "Fine, I'll knock."
He then left the office, closing the door behind him. After a few rings, the phone Wen Ran had dialed was finally answered. A man's deep, magnetic voice came through the line, "Hello?"
At the same time, there was the sound of knocking outside. Wen Ran signaled to Li Jie, who understood and turned out to intercept Zhou Mingfu outside.
"I'd like to borrow a few people for a few days," Wen Ran stated bluntly, laying out her needs right away. The person on the other end seemed preoccupied with something important—she could hear a woman's voice. Mo Xiuchen only issued a curt instruction: "For these matters, speak with Assistant Qin; he'll arrange everything for you."
"Alright, then I'll call Assistant Qin now."
The other party said nothing further and simply disconnected the call.
"Wen Ran, are you playing games with me? You make me knock, and after I knock, you won't let me in?" Zhou Mingfu burst in again, having pushed past Secretary Li, and with obvious anger, he confronted Wen Ran, who was seated behind her desk. All pretense and politeness were thrown aside as he demanded in a forceful tone, "Two supervisors and three team leaders from the production workshop all took leave, and the employees are now in an unstable state… Are you going to handle it, or should we call in Assistant Qin again?"
That last part dripped with heavy sarcasm.
Wen Ran looked coldly at the overbearing Zhou Mingfu. Finally, he had shown his true colors, no longer hiding behind his facade.
Good—he thought Wen Ran was an easy, pliable pushover, or that she was just too young and naive to handle such matters.
She stood up and stepped out from behind her desk. In her professional suit, her hair simply tied up, the diamond necklace around her neck refracted brilliant light in the bright room, illuminating her cool face. In that moment, she had transformed from a simple little girl into a capable, mature businesswoman.
Gone was the youthful inexperience. At that moment, she exuded an aura of cold, commanding elegance that even left Zhou Mingfu visibly intimidated.
A cold laugh echoed in her mind as she maintained a composed expression. "I was just about to ask, Uncle Zhou, why did so many people take leave all of a sudden? As the factory director, don't you understand the proper leave procedures and rules, or is it that you actually desire a complete chaos throughout the factory?"
All those leave slips even bear your signature!
Zhou Mingfu's heart skipped a beat—he hadn't expected Wen Ran not only to remain calm but to be so composed.
Giving him no opportunity to retort, she continued, "Uncle Zhou, if you feel you can't calm the workers' nerves and keep the production line running normally, then just tell me straight up. MS Group also has a pharmaceutical division—I've already made a call, and we can arrange for someone to come over at any time!"