After saying his piece, Fang Chenyi didn’t spare the two buffoons another glance. He turned, pulled out his phone to make a call, and walked toward the door.
The call was, of course, to the Chairman of Big Stick Animation Entertainnt Company. He made two things clear. First, fire the current CEO and the person who ca to Tokyo with him.
As for the second thing: prepare for the rger between Big Stick Animation Entertainnt Company and Huaxia Xuanji Animation Technology Developnt Co., Ltd.
Right now, aside from the nine percent of shares the previous owner had transferred to his daughter, Fang Chenyi owned the remaining ninety-one percent of Big Stick Animation Entertainnt Company.
In other words, Fang Chenyi had absolute controlling interest in Stick Comics. Whether he wanted to dissolve it or rge it with another company, the decision was his and his alone.
After Fang Chenyi left the cafe, the two n behind him wore disdainful expressions and continued their mockery. The other patrons listened with great interest as the two traded taunts.
After two minutes of this, they grew bored and started talking about their next plan: a tour of the famous Shinjuku Street. It was, after all, a well-known pleasure district with over two hundred bars of all sizes. They were sure to have a blast there.
As they spoke of this, they exchanged a look, seeing the eagerness in each other’s eyes. With a knowing glance, they both stood up, ready to leave.
But just as they stood up, the Stick Comics CEO’s phone rang. He pulled it out, saw the caller, and imdiately stood respectfully still before carefully answering:
"Hello, Boss. I’ve arrived in Tokyo. I just got off the plane and grabbed a bite to eat. What are your instructions?"
The man was speaking the Stick Country’s language, which almost no one around could understand. However, the waiter who had just co over to clear the table happened to understand it perfectly.
Seeing the man’s deferential posture, the waiter realized it was his boss on the phone.
But the man had only said one sentence before his jaw went slack. After listening for a mont, his phone clattered to the floor.
He then turned woodenly to look at his subordinate, who was watching him with a fawning, sycophantic smile. An icy chill shot through him.
’It was this bastard who started trouble with that guy in the first place!’ The thought sent a blaze of fury through him. He lifted his leg and aid a vicious kick at his companion.
Unfortunately, he was more than a head shorter than his companion and a good deal smaller. Even though his companion didn’t react at all, he simply bounced off the man’s body and fell to the ground.
The subordinate looked, dumbfounded, at the dusty footprint on his clothes. He then looked down at his boss, who was lying on the floor staring blankly at the ceiling. He had no idea what was going on.
’Could it be? Did he find out about what happened last week? When he got drunk, I took him ho and... helped take care of his wife?’
’But that can’t be it. Wasn’t that the Chairman on the phone just now? The Chairman doesn’t know about and his wife... right?’
While his mind was racing with these wild thoughts, his own phone rang. He pulled it out and saw it was a call from HR. After he answered, the person on the other end said simply, "Effective imdiately, you are terminated. Your salary will be paid out for the hours worked as of this morning. You are responsible for your own flight ticket ho."
Before he could even reply, the other party had already hung up.
The call ended. He looked at the phone in his hand, then back at his boss, still lying on the floor. He was starting to understand sothing, but at the sa ti, he was still utterly confused.
He took a step forward, squatted in front of his boss, and asked cautiously, his voice trembling:
"Boss, HR just called and said I was fired. What’s going on? I’ve been with you since I joined the company! I’m your guy! You have to help !"
SLAP!
With a crisp smack, the man on the ground suddenly shot his hand out and slapped him.
He then scrambled to his feet and began pumling and kicking the subordinate squatting before him, cursing nonstop:
"You bastard! It’s all your fault! Why the hell did you have to provoke that young Huaxia man?! Well, great! He bought the entire Big Stick Animation Entertainnt Company, and just like that, I’m fired from the CEO position I worked so damn hard for! Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy now?!"
Hearing his boss’s words, the man crouching on the ground and covering his head froze. He quickly blocked an incoming kick and shouted back, his face a mask of shock:
"What? You’re saying that poor bastard from Huaxia just bought our company?!"
Hearing this question only made the forr CEO more furious. He lifted his leg and kicked the man on the ground again, shouting:
"Fuck, if that wasn’t the case, would I have lost my job?! This is all your fault! It’s all your fucking fault!"
The man on the ground seed to finally understand. He shot to his feet, shoved the smaller, middle-aged man, sending him staggering, and cursed back:
"So you’re fucking fired too? Then who the hell are you trying to act tough with? Pu Lou! I’ve put up with your shit for a long ti, you dumb fuck! If it wasn’t to kiss your ass, you think I would’ve mocked that Huaxia guy?"
Realizing his forr superior had also been fired, the tall, middle-aged man flew into a rage. He lunged at his forr boss and started beating him up, muttering, "Still trying to act all high and mighty with , huh? This is for hitting earlier..."
Seeing a fight break out, the other patrons scattered to a safe distance to watch the spectacle. But since they didn’t understand the Stick Country’s language, they had no idea why the two had suddenly co to blows.
Just then, the cafe’s owner rushed over. Seeing the situation, he imdiately called over the only waiter who understood the Stick Country’s language and asked what was going on.
The waiter’s command of the Stick Country’s language was indeed excellent, but more importantly, his storytelling skills were truly amazing. He quickly recounted the entire cause and effect of the fight.
Not only that, he recounted everything from the beginning: how Fang Chenyi had co in to eat and taken the disposable plastic utensils with him when he left; how these two n had mocked and ridiculed him for it; how Fang Chenyi had simply smiled, shaken his head, said a few words, and left. He explained how, shortly after, the young Huaxia man had acquired their company, and he even repeated the entire recent conversation between the two n, word for word.
Hearing this, everyone in the crowd was aghast.
’I thought that Huaxia man was poor, too,’ they all thought. ’I never expected him to be so powerful. The reason he took the disposable cup must be a reflection of the traditional Huaxia virtue of frugality.’
[To be continued...]
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