noffsinger 373: What is there to say
373: What is there to say
Even his immediate superior encouraged him so much, so what else could he not say!
Besides, Mr. Fu is so good to them, if he doesn't tell them, he will always feel guilty.
Thinking of this, he mustered up the courage to speak.
His sudden voice interrupted the old man's thoughts and made the steward's eyes go dark.
The manager was dumbfounded.
He just gave so many glances, did this person think he was doing nothing and was just acting crazy?
The old man was thinking just now, and even he was standing quietly aside and didn't dare to disturb him. What on earth did this employee have to say?
Mr. Fu didn't think there was anything wrong.
Being interrupted, he forgot what he was thinking about just now. Since he couldn't remember, he simply diverted his attention.
So he turned around, looked at the person who had just called him, and asked in confusion.
"What's wrong young man?"
He still had some impression of these guys.
He specifically asked someone to check the backgrounds of those who applied for the job at that time and confirmed that they were all college students with clean backgrounds before he hired them with confidence.
After coming in, it really lived up to my expectations. I was not curious about anything in the orchard. We just got together to play games every day. It can be said that it was very satisfying.
And every time the old man saw them, he would think of his silly grandson who loved to play games.
Xiaoyue also loves to play games. In the past, whenever he returned to the old house during the holidays, he always liked to hide in his room and play games secretly. As young people, they don’t like such occasions and prefer to play alone.
Now that I have Qingqing, I don’t play it anymore.
But sometimes when he goes out to visit friends and sees kids of his age who love to play games, he always thinks of the ones at home.
His unconscious kind smile made the young employee feel more guilty and touched.
He looked around and decided this was not a good place to talk, so he politely asked if they could move somewhere else.
The manager's eyes went dark, but he really didn't expect that not only was Mr. Fu not angry, but he agreed to his proposal.
He could never have imagined that one day he would be able to sit at the same table with the old man, and it was even thanks to his employees.
But now he felt even more uneasy.
He prayed that the employee really had something big to say, otherwise he would be scared for him.
The manager didn't know that his nervous expression without blinking turned into encouragement in the eyes of his employees.
If that's the case, then what is he afraid of?
The young man straightened his expression and slowly began to tell about what had happened to him some time ago.
Qingqing was also listening nearby, but sometimes she didn't understand.
Whenever this happens, I lower my head and drink the water on the table.
As soon as she drank, the old man next to her would pour her some more.
So one kept pouring and the other kept drinking, and the whole pot of tea was finished.
The young man's story came to an end. After he finished his last sentence, he looked at Mr. Fu nervously.
What he just said was about a while ago when he met someone outside. At first, he didn't notice anything wrong with that person and even had dinner with him several times.
Some things happened later, and he originally wanted to gradually distance himself from that person, but in the end he didn't succeed for some reason. That person still asked him to have dinner and drinks together after get off work.
This kind of life lasted for two weeks, and the man suddenly tentatively asked him to take a few photos of his work environment.
Because he had received special training in this area when he first entered the industry, he immediately realized that something was wrong when he heard this.
Now he is only allowed to take pictures of the lounge. Who can guarantee that he will be allowed to take pictures of other places in a few days?
He did not immediately cut off contact with that person, but found other reasons to get away with it.
I have been struggling with whether or not to speak about this.
I originally wanted to tell the manager, but I didn’t expect to meet Mr. Fu coming to the orchard today.
He had thought about it for a long time while following behind him, then made a decision and said it out loud.
After hearing what he said, Mr. Fu was actually not surprised.
He had known all this would happen, otherwise he wouldn't have asked for background checks when selecting staff for the orchard.
The calmness for such a long time is just superficial.
The old man was even a little curious, but he didn't know who would be the first to speak out.
He asked the bodyguard outside to come in, wrote down the man's contact information, and then without stopping for a moment, gave it directly to his own people to check his identity.