My Terrible Life in Those Years

Wu Bo was about to collapse.

He looked at Boss Liu with a blank expression, then at me.

Only at the very end did I visit Aunt Shu.

His face turned dark purple, and as if struck by a sudden thought, he abruptly stood up, pointed at Aunt Shu, and growled, "You, you framed me?!"

General Manager Liu frowned, feeling somewhat embarrassed by his old subordinate's reaction and words.

But this time, Aunt Shu didn't give Boss Liu a chance to speak.

I opened the second folder directly.

It was left in front of Wu Bo.

"Take a look for yourself. You, and the things you did before, even if you can't extricate yourself from the situation, even if Sister Guan really investigates, you probably won't be able to escape. It won't be as simple as just going to the factory."

Holy crap, this lady had a backup plan? She dragged him and his wife, Sister Guan, into it too.

It seems that Aunt Shu's analysis of the primary and secondary relationship between Wu Bo and Sister Guan is quite accurate.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Bo slumped down, too weak to stand up again.

After a moment's thought, Mr. Liu understood the reasoning behind Aunt Shu's actions.

It's very simple. Wu Bo is always out and about, contacting clients and business, and knows a lot of people. It's easy for him to cause these kinds of trouble while he's away.

Wu Bo was demoted to a lower-level position, severing his direct connection with the outside world.

If Wu Bo insists on standing his ground, then Sister Guan might also be dealt with.

According to Aunt Shu, the suggestion was to keep the eldest sister safe, but Wu Bo had to leave headquarters and be sent to the factory.

As for the position, that's negotiable.

But if a sales manager who is a high-achieving, successful, and lucrative company with a potential annual income of hundreds of thousands is suddenly forced to work in a factory for a salary of less than 100,000 a year, anyone would want to jump up in anger.

Therefore, Sister Guan's last trump card was directly revealed to him.

The first collision occurred at the conference following the press conference, and the second collision occurred in a smaller area. Wu Bo fell harder and more painfully with each fall.

But you have to jump, you have to fall.

Who told you to have a dirty story? You got caught red-handed.

Originally, Aunt Shu thought that sending him to the second sales department was already a way of relegating him. She hoped to give him a warning, give him a chance, and save face for General Manager Liu.

But yesterday's blow really upset Aunt Shu.

This woman is petty to begin with. I was forced to sell myself to her just because I bumped into her shoes. How much more so when you, Wu Bo, almost killed her?

Alright, you can go back to your work in the factory!

The sales department, the era of Wu Bo, has come to an end.

The talk of temporary demotion was just for Boss Liu's benefit.

As long as Aunt Shu is in power, he will never be able to return to headquarters.

As Wu Bo left the office, I stood up and watched his somewhat unsteady figure, and suddenly I had an indescribable feeling.

Mr. Liu also left the stage.

I just stared at Aunt Shu and those folders, and I really wanted to ask myself: Is there a folder full of my files?

Before the bayonet was drawn, Wu Bo had already fallen.

Seeing my somewhat serious expression, Aunt Shu burst out laughing.

"What? Weren't you all high and mighty? Offering to help South Street and their gang come up with ideas? Now that I've taken charge, why the long face?"

My goodness, if you really renovate South Street, should I thank you for giving me this job opportunity, or should I also give you a good beating?

Uncle Ye is not comparable to Wu Bo. Subconsciously, I always felt that Uncle Ye would either not make a move or, if he did, Wu Bo's methods would be far weaker than his.

"No, didn't we agree yesterday to get this sorted out? How come..."

I was puzzled, wondering if it was something she had planned in advance or something she had just decided on last night.

This woman is so hard to read.

Aunt Shu slowly packed away the folder, giving me a flirtatious look: "What? Isn't that it? Weren't you deaf? I even helped you vent your anger, and you can get compensation for your work injury—a triple win! Aren't you satisfied??"

In her smiling eyes, there was a completely condescending look, like a lion looking down on a rabbit.

This is unpleasant.

"I don't think that's what I meant yesterday, Manager Shu!" If I don't voice my opinion soon, this matter might be finalized immediately.

Aunt Shu looked at me with a look of amazement.

"Huh? Didn't you say you were going to help your little boss save his business?"

Are you flirting with me? Is it really necessary to be so obvious?

I retorted, unconvinced, "The renovations are over, how could they possibly be preserved? The two streets on the northwest side were completely demolished back then, how could they possibly still have this stall?"

Aunt Shu chuckled, "Jiang Ning, is your main job at Brilliant, or at that little stall? What? You want me to overturn millions in annual revenue for that little stall?? Are you out of your mind?"

"Reform is one thing, but you have to help me save the business!" I took a hard line.

Anyway, I don't have any major or better feasible solutions right now.

Aunt Shu then stopped smiling and slowly began to scrutinize me.

Good heavens, this kid looks furious, like he's been stepped on.

This is so unlike him!

"Tell me, whose side are you on??"

Suddenly an idea formed in her mind, and before I could say anything, she began to analyze it.

"Young Jiang, you're working so hard to protect that stall, it's impossible that you have any direct relationship with the stall owner or that barbecue worker surnamed Ye, right? You've only been here a few days, it's unlikely that you have such a deep relationship with them."

Let me guess!

"You mentioned before that the young boss has a sick mother. Hmm, who else is in the family? A brother and sister?"

Then, her eyes widened: "Good heavens, you wouldn't be working so hard because you've fallen for someone's sister and want to be her brother-in-law, would you?"

I think I'm doomed. This woman, I can't possibly beat her in any way.

This thinking ability, this reasoning ability...

It almost gave me a headache and chills!

I was speechless. I felt that if I said even one more word, she could deduce a whole lot more about me.

But my expression clearly betrayed me.

"Hey, so you've really taken a liking to someone's sister? Hey, what does she look like? Do you have a picture I can see? It's a pity I didn't get to see her yesterday."

I rolled my eyes, too lazy to pay attention to her. Is a woman this old really that gossipy?

"No, you have to help me save this business! You have to," I repeated.

The older woman laughed again: "Why should I?"

My mind started racing.

On what grounds?

"I helped you land a huge contract!"

"I can manage without you!"

"Because I resolved the stadium incident!"

"Even without you, I can send someone else and it will be fine!"

"By, by my own..." What else is there that I can rely on?

"Because I saved you last night!"

"Didn't I give you compensation for your work injury?" Aunt Shu stared at me intently, her eyes wide.