<h4>Chapter 223: Chapter 222: I want to fire all of you again!</h4>


    "Yes, yes, yes, young master, I’ve already settled the workers’ issue. In fact, I’ve even processed their rehiring in advance, so you can rest assured, haha!"


    On the big bed of the bathhouse, Zhao Zhenhaiughed heartily into the phone.


    "Zhao Zhenhai, how did you manage that?" On the other end of the line, White Impermanence frowned slightly. The workers from the mour Factory were all fired by Ye Huan from Tianyun International. How did Zhao Zhenhai manage to get them back?


    "Young master, I really put my heart and soul into making this happen. I almost got fired by Ye Huan in the process."


    "I deliberately provoked Ye Huan, got him to make a gambling agreement with me, and if I won, I could call all the workers back to Tianyun International! In the end, Ye Huan lost, and he had nothing to say, haha!"


    Zhao Zhenhaiughed heartily, feeling triumphant.


    On the other end of the line, White Impermanence’s brow rxed.


    With the workers back at Tianyun International, it would be much easier to increase the cost of mour, and control would be back in their hands.


    Once Hundred Transformations gets rid of Ye Huan, the n can proceed smoothly.


    After all, only the No. 2 warehouse is damaged. Later, they will increase efforts to buy back mour from various channels, continuing to fill the warehouse.


    Taking over Tianyun International is just a matter of spending some more money!


    "Hmm, you did a good job on this matter."


    "Once the n seeds, you’ll be the second inmand, and benefits will surelye to you."


    With that, White Impermanence hung up the phone.


    The slightly approving tone of White Impermanence’s words made Zhao Zhenhai overjoyed.


    "Ye Huan, oh Ye Huan, you’re truly my ’benefactor’! If it weren’t for you exaggerating and taking on the gamble, I wouldn’t have known how to get the workers rehired, haha!"


    Zhao Zhenhai’s face was beaming with satisfaction, and he felt "grateful" toward Ye Huan as endlessly as the flowing river.


    Rehiring all the workers in advance was indeed a significant achievement, and he couldn’t help but "share the good news" prematurely, even though it wasn’t yet the agreed date of the gamble!


    But he didn’t care.


    Conjuring half a month’s mour output out of thin air?


    Isn’t that a joke, justughable!


    Did he pull it out like a magic trick? Ridiculous, truly a clown!


    Ye Huan, tomorrow I’ll make you lose facepletely!


    ...


    The next day, at Tianyun International.


    Early in the morning, Zhao Zhenhai gathered all the HR department employees and all the rehired workers in thepany lobby, waiting for Ye Huan’s arrival.


    By gathering so many people, he naturally wanted more to witness Ye Huan’s humiliation when he couldn’t produce the mour.


    "Waiting for you?" In the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Liu Tianyun slightly frowned.


    The car had just passed by thepany, and both of them saw the scene in the lobby.


    Led by Zhao Zhenhai, supported by others, there were at least two hundred people.


    Stopping the car, Ye Huan shrugged helplessly, "Someone is eager to publicly acknowledge me as an elder, I can’t do anything about it—"


    Liu Tianyun didn’t speak. She decided to help Ye Huan drive everyone awayter so that when he couldn’t produce the mour, it wouldn’t be too embarrassing for him.


    In this way, it might be considered a small favor, swapping the "divorce" demand for a "meet the parents" request wouldn’t be too unreasonable.


    Divorce? Impossible!


    "Big Brother" might be Ye Huan’s blood brother, and there was just news about it, how could they divorce? If they were to divorce, it would have to be after finding "Big Brother"!


    If Huan knew her thoughts, he would cough up five liters of blood!


    Just as they stepped onto the stairs, Zhao Zhenhai couldn’t wait toe over.


    "President Liu." Zhao Zhenhai first bowed slightly to greet her.


    Liu Tianyun didn’t even nce his way, her cold eyes sweeping over the crowd, "Why are you all gathered here? It’s almost work time, are you nning to bete? Dopany rules mean nothing to you!"


    With those words, the hundred or so HR department employees under Zhao Zhenhai’smand broke into a cold sweat and quickly left.


    "Who would have thought?" Zhao Zhenhai gnashed his teeth, feeling that with fewer people, Ye Huan would lose much less face, and it was frustrating.


    At this moment...


    "Hey, hey, hey, hold on!"


    "Everyonee back,e back!"


    Ye Huan blocked the front of the crowd, gesturing for the hundred or so HR department employees who were about to leave to e back."


    Zhao Zhenhai was overjoyed, almostughing out loud. Ye Huan was obviously not satisfied with the amount of face he was losing, haha!


    Liu Tianyun’s face darkened, her intention to help Ye Huan was clear, yet he actually called the people back? Did he find it necessary to have arger audience when he failed to produce the mour?


    "You all are from the HR department, right."


    "This matter is a bit awkward to bring up, but... since your director doesn’t mind, I don’t care either."


    With a serious face, Ye Huan raised his eyebrows at the crowd, "Truth be told, your Director Zhao is about to acknowledge me as his grandpa. Although I’m quite embarrassed to have such a junior, there’s nothing I can do, things have be a foregone conclusion."


    "..."


    The whole ce went silent.


    The HR department employees exchanged puzzled looks,pletely confused about the situation.


    "Shut the hell up!"


    Zhao Zhenhai erupted in rage, cursing out loudly, "Ye Huan, you really think you can conjure up mour? You believe your own exaggerations, don’t you?!"


    After cursing, he looked at the crowd.


    Many people in the crowd weren’t present yesterday and were unaware of the situation.


    With dramatic ir, Zhao Zhenhai repeated what had transpired the previous day.


    This immediately sparked a wave of chatter.


    "What, he... he actually said he can conjure up that much mour, is that a joke?"


    "How much is half a month’s output of mour?"


    Asked an employee.


    Among the workers, someone chuckled, exining with augh, "Half a month’s output of mour requires the entire factory to work around the clock for fifteen to seventeen days, totaling about seven million cans!"


    Fifteen to seventeen days of production, seven million cans!?


    This figure left the bewildered employees in shock.


    "Damn, conjure up seven million cans of mour out of thin air? That’s the biggest, most ridiculous boast I’ve ever heard!"


    "Do you guys know about delusional disorder? Recently, there have been a lot of news reports about patients with this condition. The symptom is believing in their own brags!"


    "Damn, now that you mention it, it does ring a bell. I think his symptoms are very simr to those of delusional patients. Should we contact the mental hospital?"


    "Who cares, what’s it got to do with us!"


    The employees whispered among themselves, their gazes at Ye Huan wary, treating him as a "delusional patient."


    Seven million cans of mour is no small feat!


    In the current market, even one can of mour is hard toe by!


    This security chief, how can he brag so shamelessly?


    Listening to the employees’ descriptions of Ye Huan, Zhao Zhenhai couldn’t hide his satisfaction.


    Satisfying, it’s just so satisfying!


    But what’s even more satisfying is utterly humiliating him in front of everyone!


    Zhao Zhenhai stretched out his hand, his face full of mockery, "Ye Huan, where’s your half month’s worth of mour output, bring it on!"


    As soon as those words fell, the workers snickered cooperatively.


    "Director Zhao, bring it out? You’re giving him too much credit!"


    "Yeah, he’s just a delusional patient who doesn’t blink when bragging!"


    "It’s hrious, iming he could bring out the goods, adopt Director Zhao as his junior, and fire him? Even more, fire us again? Haha, almost diedughing..."


    The workers stopped abruptly...


    Ye Huan held up his phone, the screen passed in front of everyone...


    Their eyes widened in astonishment as they clearly saw...


    mour!


    A mountain of mour piled up in the mour Factory warehouse!


    Ye Huan, with a calm expression, said:


    "Sorry, Zhao Zhenhai acknowledging me as his grandpa is set in stone!"


    "And not only that, I’m also going to fire him!"


    "Furthermore, not only will I fire him..."


    Ye Huan snapped his fingers, his yful gaze sweeping over the workers, "I’ll also fire all of you again!"