Yang Zhen's former department was on the sixteenth floor. Although he had left more than half a year ago, he was still familiar with the way.
More than half of the employees in the department had changed, and now they all looked like new faces.
This was the tragedy of the entire industry.
Once you reached a certain age, younger blood and cheaper labor would replace you.
Without much sentiment, Yang Zhen walked towards the manager's office.
Without knocking, Yang Zhen pushed the door open and entered.
In the office, a man in a sharp suit was on the phone, leaning back in his chair.
Hearing footsteps, he immediately showed displeasure.
Who dared to barge into his office without knocking?
Just as he was about to curse, he saw Yang Zhen and was slightly stunned.
"Why is it you?"
Yang Zhen surveyed the office and casually sat down opposite the department manager.
"Long time no see, Li Zhengye!"
Li Zhengye slicked back his shiny hair and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"Senior, what wind brought you here today?"
It turned out that this department manager was Yang Zhen's junior from university, and they used to be good friends.
With Li Zhengye's business capabilities, he wouldn't have qualified to join this company back then.
It was Yang Zhen who spoke highly of him, and the company hired him.
After joining, he climbed the ranks with his sycophantic abilities, becoming Yang Zhen's superior.
Later, Yang Zhen was 'graduated,' and it was Li Zhengye who made the decision.
Yang Zhen despised such ungrateful scoundrels from the bottom of his heart.
He said mockingly, "The northwest wind, senior. I'm so poor I can barely afford to eat."
Li Zhengye forced a smile.
"Yang Zhen, what do you mean by that? If you can't afford to eat, why are you looking for me? Do you think this is a charity?"
Yang Zhen's smile faded.
"Li Zhengye, stop playing dumb. The company owes me 100,000 yuan in compensation, and it hasn't been paid yet. Who else would I look for if not you?"
Li Zhengye snorted coldly.
"Yang Zhen, are you out of your mind for money?"
"The company gave you the opportunity to learn and grow. It's one thing that you don't show gratitude, but you still want compensation after leaving? Do you have any conscience?"
Yang Zhen sneered.
"You're talking about conscience to me? When your family was in hardship, and you couldn't even afford to eat after paying tuition, who lent you their meal card?"
"When you were working part-time and neglecting your studies, who covered for your attendance and class sign-ins multiple times?"
"And that time, when you had acute appendicitis in the middle of the night, who paid the deposit for you and took care of you in the hospital for half a month?"
"And who brought you into this company? What did you do to him in the end?"
Yang Zhen paused, then said indignantly,
"You fired him!"
"You talk about conscience to me, are you worthy?"
Hearing Yang Zhen's words, even the despicable Li Zhengye felt a little guilty, his face flushing and paling.
But he was, after all, a shameless scoundrel. His guilt lasted only two seconds before he changed his tune.
He took out two hundred yuan and threw it in front of Yang Zhen.
"It's been eight hundred years since then, and you're still bringing it up? With your mindset, you'll never amount to anything in this life!"
"Why else do they say you're a failure? You brought me into the company, and yet you're not doing as well as me. You still have the nerve to talk about it?"
"Take this two hundred yuan and get lost. Don't bother me again!"
A sinister smile appeared on Yang Zhen's face. "Li Zhengye, do you really think you're doing better than me?"
Li Zhengye spread his hands.
"Isn't that obvious?"
"I'm the department manager now, with an annual salary of over a million, and a bright future!"
"On the other hand, you're old and incompetent, jobs are hard to come by, and now you can't even afford to eat!"
"You beggar, why do you think you can compare yourself to me?"
The more Li Zhengye provoked him, the brighter the light in Yang Zhen's eyes became.
Because he knew very well that he had at least a hundred ways to make the other party wish he were dead.
And the other party was still provoking his anger without knowing the consequences.
"Li Zhengye, I'm giving you one last chance. Within ten minutes, put the hundred thousand yuan in front of me, or you'll face the consequences!"
Yang Zhen's voice was low, and his aura suddenly erupted.
The invisible pressure caused the temperature in the office to drop by a few degrees.
Li Zhengye's hair stood on end.
But he didn't associate it with Yang Zhen at all, instead blaming the air conditioning for being too low.
He pointed at Yang Zhen's nose and angrily said, "Are you trying to be a hooligan with me? You trash like you only have this much ability left."
"Unfortunately, no matter how much you struggle, it's useless. With a word from me, security will throw you out immediately!"
"It's right that the company fired you, you incompetent piece of trash with no skills and extremely low quality!"
As soon as Li Zhengye finished speaking, a clear and crisp voice came from outside the door.
"I think it's you who should be fired by the company!"
"Who dares to be so bold, damn it... Su, President Su?"
Just as Li Zhengye was about to curse, he saw a charming young woman walk in from outside the door.
He was so scared that he immediately changed his tone, his face instantly changed, and he bowed and scraped.
"President Su, why are you here?"
Yang Zhen was also stunned, looking at the charming young woman with a confused face. "Why is it you?"
The young woman smiled and nodded. "Yes, it's me."
It turned out that this charming young woman was the mother of the little boy Yang Zhen had just encountered.
And she was also the new beautiful president of Tianyuan Group, Su Anran.
Li Zhengye was completely bewildered. What was going on?
How could this loser Yang Zhen know Su Anran?
President Su had only been in office for less than three months, and Yang Zhen had been fired for over half a year!
After greeting Yang Zhen, Su Anran suddenly widened her beautiful eyes and glared at Li Zhengye.
"Manager Li, what's going on?"
Li Zhengye felt uneasy, but still argued.
"President Su, this kid is just a troublemaker. You don't need to worry about it, let me handle it."
Su Anran let out an angry roar.
"Nonsense! My benefactor, Su Anran's benefactor, would be a troublemaker?"
Although she was just a woman, she was worthy of being a president, exuding an extremely powerful aura of authority.
The originally arrogant Li Zhengye instantly shrank half a head in front of her.
He was dumbfounded and looked incredulous.
How did this loser Yang Zhen become Su Anran's benefactor?
But he was already scared stiff by Su Anran's roar, stammering and unable to speak clearly.
"No, no, President Su, you, you listen to my explanation..."
Su Anran snorted coldly.
"I don't want to hear your explanation. Benefactor, you tell me, what's the situation, feel free to report it to me."
Yang Zhen also did not expect things to be so coincidental.
Since this President Su had so much influence, it saved him the trouble of dealing with Li Zhengye himself.
He recounted the entire incident.
Su Anran frowned. "That's not right. The company's employee compensation has clearly been distributed to each department, so why wasn't it given to you?"
Then she seemed to realize something, and her sharp gaze pierced Li Zhengye like a knife.