Chapter 52 - Chapter 52: Chapter 052: Damn it (1/2)

Chapter 52: Chapter 052: Damn it

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If he could keep him, Feng Yongkang would be interested in retaining Li Fang, but if he had to choose between Zhang Yongchang and the current staff, Feng would naturally not hesitate at all.

“It’s settled, get up. You’ve committed such a grave error, thinking you can still remain here with a thick skin, that’s utterly impossible.” Feng Yongkang looked at Li Fang sternly, saying, “Pack up your belongings, find the accountant, settle your wages, and leave promptly.”

After saying these words, he paused briefly and then added, “It’s already late today, so you can sleep here for one more night before leaving tomorrow.”

After all, Li was an old associate. Even if he was no longer needed, Feng didn’t feel the need to make the situation overly tense. He believed he should still give him the necessary respect.

Li Fang’s face turned pale as he slumped down to the ground, not responding for a long time. He didn’t know if it was mainly due to the heartbreaking reality or his self-blame and regret.

Anyway, from now on, Li wouldn’t be his staff member anymore. Feng didn’t think too much about it and just walked away.

Zhang Yongchang completely despised such people. He sneered and left without further ado.

Ma Tong, who was left behind to watch this drama, couldn’t help but feel like giving applause and cheering.

Right!

People with impure intentions deserved such an ending!

As for Uncle Zhang, Ma used to think he was stubborn, bad-tempered, and hard to get along with, but now he seemed decent. At least his character was exceptional.

While humoring a tune, Ma was considering how to build a good relationship with Zhang Yongchang.

Li Fang remained slumped on the ground for a while, his complexion gradually changing from white to a pork liver color.

Damn it!

Starting tomorrow, Zhuang Qingning would need to supply tofu to the Fushun Tower, as well as reserve some tofu for selling in the village for Mrs. He. To meet this demand, she had to increase the amount of beans for soaking and grind more tofu.

However, this could be an issue. While the tofu pot was large enough to cook so much soy milk, grinding and filtering the soy milk could be a strenuously laborious task.

Considering this, Zhuang Qingning decided to bring Zhuang Qingsui along to the tofu workshop earlier to begin grinding the soy milk.

As soon as they walked out the front door, they bumped into Zhuang Mingliang, who was carrying two bamboo baskets in his hands.

“Big Sister Ning.” Zhuang Mingliang greeted Qingning with a smile on his face.

He was round-faced and appeared honest by nature. When he smiled, his goodness seemed to shine through even more.

“What are you doing here?” Zhuang Qingning laughed, “Did your parents send you to deliver something to me?”