"This is infuriating." The security guard roared in anger.
The two security guards were raging on the spot, but Lin Chuan had already walked far away. Luo Guoqing watched these two comically idiotic security guards and a sly smile spread across the corners of his mouth.
With Lin Chuan gone, Minister Chen sat in his office, sneakily pulling out ten hundred-yuan bills from the drawer. He chuckled and stuffed the ten banknotes into his own pocket, saying, "This thousand yuan can be considered as this kid's tribute to me."
The money came from deductions from Lin Chuan's salary and bonuses. Lin Chuan had no idea how much money was in the envelope, and frankly, he did not care. Did he really need this salary and bonuses when he had much more money than those office workers? The only reason Lin Chuan was willing to stay was because of Tang Yumeng. If it weren't for Tang Yumeng's safety, he would have no interest in driving for others here.
Back to Changlin Factory.
