Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The words "Meeting adjourned" were uttered, but no one in the small conference room dared to move first.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed a bunch of keys from the table, turned around and walked out.

Liang Tiejun was the first to get up and followed him out.

Zhang Dafa sat there, his face turning pale and then red. Finally, he gritted his teeth, stood up, and followed.

The remaining group exchanged glances, and none of them dared to delay, so they all rushed out the door.

A cold draft swept through the stairwell.

The cheers outside and the commotion of unloading meat in the canteen hadn't subsided, but the middle-level managers in the factory were all walking with heavy steps. Everyone knew that the knife that had been used in the meeting room was far from over.

After leaving the office building, Zhao Shanhe did not head towards the canteen or the workshop.

He carried the heavy bunch of keys and walked straight toward the factory gate.

The wind and snow were blowing in their faces. Several security guards at the gate were hunching their shoulders and stamping their feet. When they saw Zhao Shanhe leading a large group of people over, their expressions changed immediately.

Especially the dark-faced man standing at the very front.

When Zhao Shanhe was stopped at the gate in the morning, he was the one who shouted the loudest.

Upon seeing Zhao Shanhe arrive with the keys, the fat on his face twitched violently. He stiffened his neck, forced a smile, and said:

"Director Zhao... I was here this morning—"

Zhao Shanhe ignored him completely.

Zhao Shanhe walked to the gate without even stopping, only raising his chin slightly.

"Dazhuang".

"arrive!"

Dazhuang took a step forward, puffed out his chest, and the sound made the guardhouse glass vibrate.

"Take two people and bring over the main entrance."

"From now on, you will guard this door."

"yes!"

Da Zhuang answered readily and immediately turned around to select two men who had followed him in chasing the car and trying to seize the machine.

"You, you, and you, come at me!"

When the dark-faced guard saw that the shift change was really coming, his face flushed red, and he finally couldn't hold back and took a step forward.

"Factory Director Zhao!"

"What do you mean by that?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't even lift his eyelids and continued walking forward.

"Where are the posts in the machine area?"

"I'm going too!"

Erga Zi immediately jumped out, his eyes shining.

Zhao Shanhe nodded.

"You will take four men to guard the warehouse and equipment storage."

"No one is allowed in without my permission."

"Anyone who dares to force their way in, we'll stop them first."

"clear!"

Erga grinned and turned to call out names.

Only then did Zhao Shanhe pause, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

He turned his head and glanced at the guards whose faces were ashen, speaking in a flat tone as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Oh, right."

"I forgot to tell you."

"From now on, you don't need to guard the gate anymore."

The dark-faced guard was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened in surprise.

"What?"

"Then...what are we going to do?!"

Zhao Shanhe then turned around, looked at him, and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Cleaning toilets."

"Sweep the yard."

"Moving scrap materials."

"We're also short-handed over at the coal piles."

These words caused the guards to explode on the spot.

"What the hell did you say?!"

"You want me to clean toilets?!"

"Zhao Shanhe! Don't push your luck!"

"We're from the security department! Not latrine cleaners!"

The dark-faced guard's eyes turned red instantly, the veins on his neck bulged, and he took a sudden step forward.

"Zhao Shanhe! This is retaliation!"

"I stopped you at the door this morning, and now you're using that as an excuse to mess with us?!"

The shout was urgent and angry, and even several workers who were on their way to the canteen nearby subconsciously stopped and turned to look in this direction.

The wind and snow made it a little quieter.

Zhao Shanhe then stopped and slowly turned around.

He looked at the dark-faced guard, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Retaliation?"

The dark-faced guard gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"We stopped you at the gate this morning, simply following factory rules!"

"Now you've withdrawn us all right away and replaced us with your own people. What is this if not retaliation?!"

As soon as he shouted these words, the expressions of the other former security personnel next to him changed.

Clearly, these were the words they had been keeping to themselves.

But Zhao Shanhe didn't offer a single explanation.

He stared at the dark-faced guard and coldly uttered a single sentence:

"right."

The dark-faced guard was stunned.

It wasn't just him.

Even Zhang Dafa, several middle-level cadres, and even Liang Tiejun, who followed behind, felt their eyelids twitch.

Zhao Shanhe took half a step forward, carrying the keys. His voice was not loud, but it was as hard as a piece of raw iron.

"I don't need you."

"You're not convinced?"

The dark-faced guard opened his mouth, about to speak.

Zhao Shanhe simply raised his hand and pointed at him.

"Hold it in."

"From now on, you are no longer a defender."

"Get out of here and clean the toilets!"

The dark-faced guard's face immediately turned a deep liver color.

"you--"

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes sharpened, and his voice suddenly dropped.

"If you don't want to do it, quit. I'll approve it. If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of others who will!"

This sentence struck the dark-faced guard like a slap in the face in public; his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even look at him anymore, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the other guards.

"Does anyone else have any objections?"

"Step forward."

The wind whistled through the iron gate.

The area in front of the gate was deathly quiet.

The guards, who had been looking indignant just moments before, all lowered their heads and even breathed softly.

No one dared to stand.

No one dared to answer.

Zhao Shanhe gave a cold laugh.

"OK."

"Since no one's standing, then all of you get back to work."

"Those who sweep the yard sweep the yard, those who clean the toilet clean the toilet, and those who move the waste materials move the waste materials."

"From today onwards, you are no longer qualified to wear this uniform from the Security Department."

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw a bunch of keys directly to Dazhuang.

"Taking over the post."

"yes!"

Dazhuang caught the key and turned to walk into the gatehouse.

"Open the door!"

"Clear out the duty room!"

"Get out, everyone who's just passing by!"

Ergazi and his men had already rushed towards the warehouse, their footsteps crunching loudly on the snow.

Zhao Shanhe stood there, looking at the few former guards who were still frozen in place, his face expressionless.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Should I treat you?"

The dark-faced guard clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

But in the end, he didn't dare to push it any further.

He gritted his teeth, turned around, grabbed a large broom from the corner of the wall, and slunk into the yard.

Those guards who had initially wanted to gauge the wind direction, upon seeing even the most defiant one wilted, immediately lost their spirits and went to collect brooms, shovels, and manure scoops, looking utterly disheveled.

At the gate, the workers watched this scene in silence for a moment, then someone muttered a curse under their breath:

"Should!"

As soon as the sound was uttered, people around immediately followed suit.

"These bastards should have been taught a lesson long ago!"

"Shouldering the defense like this, and still have the nerve to complain about being wronged!"

"Director Zhao made the right move!"

In the wind and snow, shouts of cursing and cheering suddenly mingled together.

Those former guards who were sent to work lowered their heads even further, their faces burning, and they wished they could shrink themselves into the snow as they walked.

Zhang Dafa stood at the back, his expression extremely complicated.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.

But looking at Dazhuang and the other new guards who had been replaced at the gate, and then at Zhao Shanhe's cold, uncompromising face, he ultimately swallowed his words.

Liang Tiejun stood to the side, his chest heaving twice, and finally said nothing, only exhaling a heavy breath of white air.

Zhao Shanhe looked up at the gate, then at the people who had been replaced in the warehouse, and his voice was cold.

"I've got it."

"From today onwards, anyone who dares to take an extra step in the machine area or warehouse will be shut down first."

"If you need anything, just let me know."

"Without me, nobody's face matters."

After saying that, he started walking towards the warehouse.

Dazhuang stood in front of the gate, his back ramrod straight, and let out a loud, forceful roar:

"Did you all hear me clearly?!"

"I heard you clearly!"

Several newly hired men responded in unison, their voices crashing against the wind and snow, making the tattered sign at the entrance vibrate loudly.