"Xu Tingting, Fang Dacheng, Li Xiang...Shen Fang..." Song Zhichao stood in front of everyone with the roster, calmly lit the employee's name.

Uncle Kun helped Diao Jiahua, who was lying on the ground and humming.

Every employee was so arrogant that he didn't dare to breathe. Looking at Song Zhichao, he didn't understand how this handsome young man could take action so ruthlessly.

Because I don’t understand, I feel mysterious, and because I feel even more scared, everyone is honest, and the answer is louder than before.

Diao Jiahua was helped up and muttered ill-cleanly, asking Uncle Kun to help him see a doctor and go to the test for the injury. He also said he wanted to report to Miss Fu and avenge himself.

Before he could turn around, Song Zhichao suddenly closed the roster and said to him: "Have you left?"

"What? Why can't I leave?" Diao Jiahua looked harsh and was really scared by Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao walked two steps towards him.

Diao Jiahua took two steps back and looked panicked, "What do you want to do?"

Song Zhichao hooked his finger at him.

Diao Jiahua gritted her teeth and stared at Song Zhichao with her eyes, looking dissatisfied.

Song Zhichao picked up the roster and threw it on Diao Jiahua's head, "I haven't finished speaking, what are you leaving?"

Diao Jiahua gritted her teeth, and her eyes were blasting fire, and I endured it.

"What? If you don't agree? If you don't agree, you can fight back! If you don't fight back, why are you a big shot? Could it be that you Aberdeen Hong Kong is as useless as you?" Another snap.

Diao Jiahua was angry and protected her head with one hand, pointing at Song Zhichao, "I warn you, don't hit me in the head again!"

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I will satisfy you-" With a snap, this time, it was a slap again.

The splint on the list was very sharp, Diao Jiahua was directly bleeding from his nose, looking miserable.

When Song Zhichao raised the list again, Diao Jiahua was completely afraid and protected her head with her hands and didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that he admitted defeat, Song Zhichao contemptuously used his little finger to clean his ears, blew his fingertips, and then slowly said to Diao Jiahua: "Tell you that you have been fired!"

...

"The others are disbanded. All management teams come to my office!" After establishing their authority, Song Zhichao issued the first order.

The team dispersed, and other employees began to return to their posts to prepare for work. As the head of the finance department of the dance hall and the foreman of the front hall, they followed Song Zhichao's butt and went to the office.

The manager's office is actually next to the wine and water storage room. Unlike the simple layout outside, the manager's room in front of him is very beautiful. The 21-inch "Sony" brand color TV is equipped with a luxurious "Hita" brand air conditioner, and a "Shadeli" brand water dispenser and a "Rongsheng" brand refrigerator. A huge plaque is engraved with "Great Expectation of the Great Plan", a leather sofa, and a high-end office desk. The whole atmosphere is very grand.

It turned out that this manager's office was originally used by Brother Mark himself, so it was a little more luxurious in terms of decoration. Later, he hired a professional manager and gave the room out. On the one hand, it was to win people's hearts, and on the other hand, he did not often go out for social activities in the dance hall. It was a waste to be idle in such a good place.

When he walked into the office, Song Zhichao took off his suit jacket and threw it on the forked hanger leaning against the wall. Then he pulled the tie with his hands to make himself more casual. Then he walked behind the desk, sat down, raised his legs, leaned against the boss's chair, with a serious expression.

The treasurer and four dance hall leaders followed him into the room. Because of Song Zhichao's previous tricks, they scared all these people. Think about it, even people like Diao Jiahua were beaten by Song Zhichao. Who would dare to move these small characters?

So the five people stood in a row obediently, put their hands on their stomachs, and looked respectfully waiting for the newly appointed general manager to give a speech.

Song Zhichao didn't say anything. He touched the cigarette box with his hand, smoked one out and held it in his mouth. Before he could take out the match to light the fire, the financial supervisor with a little bald head had already stepped forward quickly, took out the lighter he carried with him, and helped Song Zhichao light the cigarette.

Song Zhichao lit a cigarette and gently patted the back of the other person's hand with his fingers to express his gratitude.

The treasurer's bones were a little crispy. He used his hands to wipe his loose hair that was about to be bald, and said to Song Zhichao with a smile: "Manager Song, I am Wang Defa, the treasurer here. Just call me Afa."

Song Zhichao narrowed his eyes and spit out a sip of smoke, "Super Wang, there are some things you want to do."

"If you have anything, just tell me, I will do it." Manager Wang is a personal genius, nodding and bowing, his expression full of sincerity.

Song Zhichao nodded, "Take all the financial statements for the past six months, I want to take a look."

"What are all?"" Manager Wang was stunned.

"Yes, all." Song Zhichao's tone was unquestionable, "I have to read all the wine purchase statements, sales statements, and employee salary statements."

"this……"

"What, I'm a little embarrassed?" Song Zhichao squinted at him.

Manager Wang felt a little nervous, "Don't make things difficult, don't make things difficult! I'll do it now! Go and do it now!"

Manager Wang almost ran out of the door, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and went to get the report.

After Director Wang left, Song Zhichao turned the boss's chair casually, his eyes were bright, and he pointed at the four foremen with a cigarette in his hand, "I came a little when I called him just now. If I remember well, your name is Pan Wenbin, your name is Jiang Chao, and your name is Wang Xiaofeng, and your name is Zeng Xiaohong."

Song Zhichao said all the names of the four people in one breath. This surprised the four foremen. He didn't expect that Song Zhichao's memory would be so good. You should know that there are about 60 employees in the dance hall, and Song Zhichao has just been at work for the first time and has contacted them for the first time.

If they knew that Song Zhichao had controlled the huge real estate kingdom and financial empire in his previous life, his management alone had reached three or four hundred people, and he could memorize each person's name, he would not have been so surprised.

"Do you know what I mean by calling you here?" Song Zhichao looked at the four of them with a smile.

The four of them looked at me, I looked at you, and then shook their heads.

Song Zhichao blew up the ash, "It's very simple. No matter what you have done before, stand by the side of the team, I hope you can support me in the future."

Among the four, Wang Xiaofeng and Zeng Xiaohong immediately expressed their opinions after hearing this, "Don't worry, Mr. Song, we will definitely support your work with all our strength."

The other two, Pan Wenbin and Jiang Chao, did not say anything.

Song Zhichao didn't care, so he took a sip of the cigarette, looked at Pan Wenbin, and then asked casually: "Foreman Pan, is that bottle of Chivas delicious last night?"

Pan Wenbin was shocked and couldn't help but say, "How do you know?" After that, he knew that he had missed his mouth. It turned out that there was a drunk customer who had only half a bottle of Chivas for twelve years. Pan Wenbin became greedy and gave the bottle of wine. After get off work, he took his horse and a group of little brothers to open foreign food in a nearby small restaurant.

In fact, he did this kind of thing for a long time, especially when he was standing in line with Diao Jiahua. With Diao Jiahua protecting him, he became even more unscrupulous and didn't know how much alcohol he had in the dance hall. It was precisely because of this that Song Zhichao asked him to express his opinion just now that he didn't say anything.

"If you don't know, don't do it unless you do it yourself." Song Zhichao leisurely vomited a smoke ring.

The cold sweat on Pan Wenbin's forehead was gone.

Song Zhichao seemed to have not seen it, and vomited a cigarette ring at Jiang Chao: "Supervisor Jiang, I heard that you are responsible for selling abandoned wine bottles?"

Jiang Chao's heart trembled suddenly.

“Yes, I’m responsible.”

"I heard that uncle who collects waste is your relative?"

The cold sweat on Jiang Chao's forehead also emerged.

He was speechless, "Yes, so what?"

"Not really." Song Zhichao was still not salty or light, and his tone was calm. He stood up, gently crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the desk, and then walked towards Pan Jiang and the others.

The two of them suddenly felt that Alexander was not alone, but a beast that could devour people.

They were sweating coldly and their eyes were frightened.

Walking to Pan Wenbin, Song Zhichao put his hand on his shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, and said calmly: "Do you know it is illegal to privately hide the drinks of guests?"

Then he looked at Jiang Chao again: "Do you know embezzling public funds is illegal?"

"We don't!" Pan Wenbin and Jiang Chao almost spoke in unison.

Song Zhichao smiled, as if he was watching the biggest joke, with his eyes contemptuous: "You guys say, do I believe it?"

The two of them didn't say anything anymore.

Wang Xiaofeng and Zeng Xiaohong also looked at them with contempt. Everyone knew that none of the people who followed Diao Jiahua were good.

"You, what do you want?" Pan Wenbin and Jiang Chao were both a little soft. Song Zhichao was like a ghost and god, and he had an insight into everything about them.

Song Zhichao's lips curled up, "Since you are used to being dogs, then do me a favor-"

Pan Jiang and the other two looked at each other, not angry because Song Zhichao compared them to dogs.

"What do you want to do?" they asked in unison.

Song Zhichao slapped Pan Wenbin's shoulder vigorously and smiled, as if driving the running hound, "Of course, I'll bit Diao Jiahua to death!"

He doesn't like the spring breeze and the spring breeze is blowing, nor does he like others thinking about him behind his back.
Chapter completed!