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Chapter 18 Yuan Shenqi Dong
Miss Yuan, who was in a bad mood, was not as shameless as Liang Kun, after all, this was a public place, but Lin Mo did act as a so-called fire extinguisher.

"Ah~~"

Yuan Meng took a sip of tea, nodding and swaying her head as if enjoying herself.

As for the tea-making tools, it was the black toolbox that Yuan Meng brought; that's right, she brought her own tea set.

"Your tea is much better. I've been making it at home these past few days, and it's so bitter."

Ever since she had the tea brewed by Lin Mo at the teahouse that day, Yuan Meng had the sudden idea to brew it herself a few times, but none of them tasted the same.

At first, she thought it was the tea that was wrong, so she even went home and stole her father's treasured tea leaves to brew it, only to find out that it was the person who was wrong.

Even her mother, Ms. Jiang, said that it didn't taste as good as Xiao Lin's, which made Mr. Yuan curious about who Xiao Lin was.

When Ms. Jiang said that her daughter was probably dating someone named Xiao Lin, Mr. Yuan was so angry he almost choked.

What kind of mess is this? His own daughter used her credit card to treat that blond-haired guy to dinner, and then he came back and stole the tea leaves that she herself wouldn't even drink. And his own wife actually praised the blond-haired guy for brewing the tea. What is he then? A victim of injustice?
As for Yuan Meng, she had already explained that she and Lin Mo were just friends, but it was clear that Ms. Jiang did not completely believe her. She knew that her daughter was a big pervert like herself, otherwise she wouldn't be looking at handsome men with eight-pack abs on her phone every day.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo chuckled. How could Dongting Biluochun tea brewed before the Qingming Festival not be delicious? Indeed, having money is a good thing.

"There are certain requirements for brewing this kind of good tea. I'm only able to enjoy it today thanks to you, Sister Yuan," Lin Mo said with a smile.

"Of course, even my dad wouldn't drink this tea. I stole it, but it's okay. If you like it, I'll give you a pound!"

Lin Mo:
Let us observe a moment of silence for Comrade Yuan.

"By the way, Sister Yuan, what have you been up to these past few days? I haven't seen you at the company. And this money, you could have just transferred it, this is too conspicuous!"

He simply couldn't understand Yuan Meng's behavior of carrying cash.

"WeChat is limited today, otherwise I would have transferred it to you. I brought cash because I was afraid you would be in a hurry. I just got a hundred from my mom, so I definitely need to spend it!" Yuan Meng said matter-of-factly.

Lin Mo couldn't help but sigh at this, saying, "As the old saying goes, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and a mouse's child knows how to dig a hole."

These rich kids know how to make money. Even though they're making money off their own mothers, it's still a skill. At least they dare to ask for a price, something he wouldn't even dare to dream of.

So it really is true:
Children from poor families have to take care of the household chores early, and they are responsible for firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
Rich people's children play every day, and through this play, they develop social skills and social etiquette.

Two hundred thousand yuan might be a huge sum for him, but for a family like Yuan Meng's, it can be gone in a few minutes, like going out for a meal or buying a bag.

Then Yuan Meng continued, "As for not coming to the company these past few days, humph, that damn Fatty Dong caused me trouble, I won't let him get away with it."

"Fatty Dong? What happened to him again?" Lin Mo asked, surprised and curious.

As for the reason, it was nothing more than the public conflicts between the two in the past. Dong Pangzi was not a magnanimous person, and he would naturally take revenge if he had the chance. However, he never thought that Dong Pangzi could do anything to Yuan Meng, but this time it seems that there should be a new situation.

"Him? He's a despicable person. He took advantage of his position to secretly contact several of my major clients, trying to steal them away. He thinks that by stealing my major clients, he can control me. To hell with him! The big orders I got were all thanks to my family connections. Who does he think he is?"

Even though he can't pry it away, I definitely have to go over and explain. They're only doing this because they're from my family; I can't make them uncomfortable, can I?

Although Yuan Meng didn't understand the ins and outs of business, she had naturally learned how to navigate interpersonal relationships from a young age through constant exposure and whispering. Hearing this, Lin Mo suddenly realized that people could be so shameless; he had learned something new.

"So, Sister Yuan, we're just going to let this matter drop like that?"

"Forget it? Hmph, dream on! Fatty Dong is dead meat," Yuan Meng said with certainty.

Lin Mo thought Yuan Meng was looking for an opportunity to take revenge, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

At 4:40 PM, Fatty Dong, who hadn't been seen for several days, suddenly appeared at the company and asked everyone to go out for a meeting.

Soon, everyone arrived at the company lobby, found their places, and stood in their positions, with Fatty Dong standing at the very front.

"Are you all here? There have been some rumors circulating in the company these past few days. I won't pursue who spread them; the most important thing right now is the company's affairs."

Next, I'll talk about a few things. First, starting today, everyone will have to work overtime until 8 PM, especially those groups that haven't finished their projects yet; they must get them done by next Monday.

Secondly, the company's recent performance has been poor, and in accordance with the principle of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure, employee salaries will be reduced to a certain extent. The specific amount will be notified to each department individually.

Third, bonuses for all departments will be reduced, especially sales commissions, starting this month.

Finally, all positions with two-day weekends off will now be reduced to one-day weekends off.

Upon hearing this, everyone groaned in despair. Overtime work was one thing, but instead of paying overtime, they were being asked to have their salaries reduced? What kind of operation was this?

Dong Dawei had anticipated everyone's reaction, and immediately said, "Go back to work now. If you are not satisfied with the company's decision, you can resign on your own."

Simply put, if you don't do it, there are plenty of others who will.

Just as everyone was at a loss for what to do, Yuan Meng pushed through the crowd and walked up to Fatty Dong, looking him in the eye.

Lin Mo and Zhang Wei, who were standing next to each other, seemed to see the shadow of an old friend.

Yuan Meng took a deep breath and slowly spoke:
"Now that President Liu has just arrived to inspect the work and help the company develop, you, however, want to exploit the employees. What are your intentions?!" (Now that the court has just been established, you have been summoned to the capital to assist the emperor in stabilizing the people. Yet you have repeatedly and presumptuously proposed to abolish the eldest son of the legitimate wife and establish a son of a concubine. Isn't this a premeditated rebellion?)
Upon hearing this, Fatty Dong's face turned red with anger, and he shouted, "I'm the manager! This is a company-agreed decision! Are you going to violate company rules?" (The world is in my hands; I will do as I please, who dares to disobey?)

Yuan Meng sneered: "Hmph, in company matters, only President Liu's word counts. You? You're just a sycophantic good-for-nothing, what are you pretending to be so important for!" (The affairs of the world are in the hands of the emperor and the loyal ministers. You are just a usurper, so what?)
Fatty Dong immediately lost his temper, pointing at Yuan Meng and yelling, "Do you still want to work here? Do you want to be fired?" (Do you want to test the sharpness of my sword?)
"Damn it, come on, if you've got the guts, fire me. I'd like to ask President Liu, is this her idea?" (My sword isn't necessarily at a disadvantage either.)
Immediately, Fatty Dong wilted, trembling with anger, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

The two faced off, and at this moment, everyone around looked at Yuan Meng differently. How could someone be so bold?

Lin Mo and Zhang Wei were the same; they were practically every man's dream self.

The two exchanged a glance, and Lin Mo said, "I've thought of an idiom."

Zhang Wei: "Perfect timing, me too, shall we talk together?"

Lin Mo nodded, and then the two spoke at the same time.

"Yuan Shenqi Dong" *2
(End of this chapter)