"What's the matter if I can't read?"
The security guard raised his head proudly.
Dirk Carter pointed to a signboard next to the guard booth and said, "I see your hiring notice for security guards requires at least a middle school diploma. How did you get in if you can't read?"
"How the hell does it concern you how I got in? The factory manager is my uncle, okay?"
The security guard said arrogantly.
Dirk Carter nodded and said, "Of course, so why don't you get your uncle out here?"
The security guard burst out laughing.
"I just said, who do you think you are? You think just because you ask, the factory manager will co out?"
The scene mirrored what had happened earlier.
Jocelyn Tate, watching from the car, was getting anxious.
She was ready to get out and help argue.
Just then, Dirk Carter asked again, "Won't call, huh?"
"Won't call!"
The security guard repeated firmly.
Dirk Carter smiled slightly and glanced at Aziel Grant.
Aziel Grant understood, nodded, walked up to the security guard, and suddenly swung his arm, slapping across the face.
The security guard was stunned.
Jocelyn Tate in the car was also shocked.
They hesitated for about three seconds.
The security guard flew into a rage.
Just as he was about to retaliate, he realized there were three of them and only one of him.
Pointing at Dirk Carter, he said, "Fine, you want to hit soone, alright, then I'll let you taste the consequences..."
He probably ant to say "consequences" fully, but didn't get the chance.
Aziel Grant slapped him again.
The security guard went mad.
He ran back into the guardroom.
Grabbed the phone and started dialing.
Jocelyn Tate hurriedly got out of the car, saying, "How could you hit soone? Now it's a ss. You should leave; I'll handle the rest myself."
Dirk Carter said, "Miss Tate, it's alright, we can handle this."
"But still, you shouldn't hit soone. We originally had the moral high ground, but now that you've hit soone, we don't anymore."
"Miss Tate, have you ever heard of an old saying?"
"What old saying?"
"It takes a bad person to deal with a bad person. Don't you know why you can't get through the factory gate today?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Jocelyn Tate nodded and said, "I know. My aunt and uncle just don't want to inherit the family fortune."
Dirk Carter smiled slightly and said, "Since you know that, you should also know that Valerie Fisher and her husband Dwight Young, who have been running Gable Group for many years, have everyone on their side. Even if you do get into the factory today, do you think it will go smoothly for you? Won't the people inside make it difficult for you?"
These words seed to give Jocelyn Tate so insight.
She asked, "But even so, making things difficult for a security guard won't solve the problem, will it?"
Dirk Carter said, "When facts work in our favor, we emphasize facts. When rules work in our favor, we emphasize rules. But right now, neither is in our favor, so what we need to do is flip the table and muddy the waters."
"What do you an?"
"Valerie Fisher and Dwight Young have a simple idea. The Keystone Machinery Plant is your quagmire. Whether you get in or not, you're stuck here. Whether you get in or not, you're dead. So why don't we take down their foundation here and put our people in power? Then the dead end becos an opportunity."
After Dirk Carter finished speaking.
Jocelyn Tate thought for a long ti.
She said, "But that's not what I learned in managent classes."
Dirk Carter laughed.
He said, "Managent classes don't apply in so situations, like right now. Did they teach you in managent how to get through the door?"
"No."
Jocelyn Tate shook her head.
As soon as she finished speaking.
There was a commotion inside the factory.
About seven or eight security guards ran out from all directions.
Then.
Under the command of the initial security guard, they assembled at the gate.
They had strength in numbers.
Their side had the advantage.
That security guard naturally felt confident.
Jocelyn Tate had never seen such a display before, and a look of panic appeared on her face.
Dirk Carter said, "Miss Tate, it's alright, just sit back and watch."
"It's them, causing trouble at the factory gate and gave two slaps. Brothers, let's teach them a good lesson today."
At the order.
The eight security guards moved.
Rushing towards Dirk Carter and his group.
Dirk Carter calmly patted Arlo Yarbrough on the shoulder and said, "It's your turn."
Arlo Yarbrough smiled slightly and said, "One hundred each, not a penny less."
"Alright, go ahead."
This guy was indeed a money-grubber.
Even in this situation, he didn't forget to blackmail Dirk Carter.
With the motivation of money.
Arlo Yarbrough led the charge alone, heading towards the group of eight.
Jocelyn Tate saw that only one person from their side went up, and she closed her eyes in fright.
All she heard was a series of distress cries, and within a minute, the fighting sounds stopped. When she opened her eyes, she saw all eight security guards lying on the ground. So were holding their heads, so their stomachs, and the wailing sounds were continuous.
Dirk Carter walked up to the initial security guard.
Placed a foot on his hand, asking, "Buddy, can you help call the factory manager out now?"
The guard still had so fight left, glaring viciously at Dirk Carter, cursing loudly.
Dirk Carter wasn't angered either.
He pressed his foot down with more force.
The guard cried out in pain, pleading, "Spare , spare , it's not my fault. It's Director Bates... She said that as long as Fisher Family's eldest daughter cos, the door can't be opened, and they... they won't show up. No matter what, they won't let the eldest daughter in today."
Finally, the truth was out.
Jocelyn Tate asked nervously, "What should we do? Director Bates isn't planning to show up, and it won't do any good even if we get in."
Dirk Carter smiled slightly.
He said, "It's alright, that was just an appetizer to test the waters. The real show is about to begin. Don't worry, Freya Bates will show up."
Directly facing the main gate of Keystone Machinery Plant.
Was the administration building.
Six stories tall in total.
At the top floor.
Directly facing the main gate was Director Bates' office.
At this mont, he stood by the window, watching the eight security guards being brought down.
Yet there was no expression on his face.
"Director Bates, don't you plan to step in?"
Next to Freya Bates stood a tall young woman with heavy makeup and a very short skirt, almost up to the thighs.
Hearing this question.
Freya Bates smiled and said, "Secretary Mina, you're joking. No matter what, Jocelyn Tate is still the Fisher Family's eldest daughter. If I step in and don't give her face, that would an not giving the chairman face either, and I can't bear that responsibility."
This Secretary Mina was Mina Quincy, the secretary of Dwight Young, the Fisher Family's second son-in-law.
She was specially sent by Dwight Young to supervise Freya Bates, to put it bluntly.
"And if Jocelyn Tate and her group gets in?"
Mina Quincy asked.
Freya Bates returned to the sofa and sat down.
His eyes slyly skimd over Mina Quincy's body, and he said, "Then there's nothing I can do. As bold as I might be, I wouldn't dare to offend the chairman's granddaughter. Please, forgive , Secretary Mina."
Mina Quincy noticed the balding Freya Bates.
Of course, she also noticed his lecherous gaze.
Instantly, she understood.
She swayed her hips and sat down in front of Freya Bates.
It was uncertain whether it was intentional or not.
After sitting down, her legs weren't together.
With the skirt riding up, a glimpse of her thighs was visible, making Freya Bates' eyes go straight.
"I understand what Director Bates ans. You just want so benefits, right?"
Mina Quincy asked.
Freya Bates' gaze traveled through her thighs greedily.
He licked his lips.
And said, "We're all small players here; family feuds have nothing to do with . I can't possibly go all out for Mr. Young, right? After all, the chairman is the biggest boss."
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