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Chapter 1348 - 925 Across the Shore’s Cannon Fire

Chapter 1348: 925 Across the Shore’s Cannon Fire

Ping Li.

Fraud park.

The large-scale unrest was completely controlled and properly resolved.

Except for a few stubborn ones, the rest of the defectors have returned to their posts, working more diligently than before.

The fact that the big boss personally ’supervises’ is secondary. Through the blurred windows, the ’mummies’ hanging like sacks in the center of the park are the real ’motivation’ for their hard work.

The productivity assessment of the fraud park is indeed extremely strict.

Unable to complete the set tasks in Pingli District, Mr. Wei simply stayed behind personally.

Leadership is leadership.

After he arrived, he first dealt with the unrest issue swiftly and decisively, then restored the normal operations of the park. Meanwhile, using ’clear rewards and punishments,’ he greatly spurred the employees. Within a few days, the park’s performance climbed step by step like a staircase. Although it had already delayed the specified time, it wasn’t a problem at least making up for lost time.

’Mr. Wei, up until now, we’ve already generated ninety-eight million this quarter!’

The mummy hanging like a flag in the park not only gives enormous encouragement to the employees, but the park’s manager should also be inspired. Ever since the big boss arrived, he’s been particularly energetic every day, sweating profusely as he runs to deliver the good news.

’Isn’t there two million short?’

Big D didn’t leave either.

The leader stayed, and she wouldn’t dare to leave.

Different parks have different scale sizes, so the task indicators set by the higher-ups naturally vary.

Hendry Group’s performance target for Pingli District is one hundred million per quarter.

This goal isn’t low among all the fraud industrial parks, but it’s absolutely not considered high either.

Just like the most well-known couple of parks, they might make several hundred million in just one month.

’Mr. Wei, I assure you the remaining two million can be accomplished soon, no more than 24 hours. Some pigs have already entered our slaughterhouse, just waiting for the final cut.’

hours.

This promise is undoubtedly more sincere than the now deceased traitor responsible for the Pingli Hendry Group.

’It’s been a hard time. Once the task is completed, take a few days off and relax.’

Mr. Wei said, with no intention of settling scores afterward.

He is indeed a businessman who follows the rules.

Upon hearing these words, the park manager, who had been worried sick to the point of fear every day, sighed in relief, knowing his life was saved.

He lit up, bowing and scraping, ’Thank you, Mr. Wei.’

Mr. Wei, unmoved, surveyed the scene like a king inspecting his territory, overlooking from above.

The entire park was boiling with enthusiasm, all employees with red eyes, staring at their phones or computers. They seemed to be standing on a narrow bridge in high places, all trying madly to push through the final stretch.

There was no air conditioning in the work area.

Moreover, it’s sweltering now, with high temperatures, only the fans were whirring.

’Go out for a walk.’

Mr. Wei said.

Maybe he felt a bit stuffy.

Big D and the manager followed cautiously.

Exiting the factory area, bodyguards immediately raised the sunshade.

On the flagpole meant for hanging the Myanmar flag, there were three hanging mummies, all male corpses, unsurprisingly died of dehydration, exposed to the intense light, drying all their moisture under the scorching sun.

We can imagine how agonizing and painful their death process was.

They didn’t even take their organs to ensure they could experience this extreme punishment to the fullest extent, wasting a considerable income just like that.

No doubt.

These three mummies were the culprits who planned and led the unrest.

As for the only female among them.

She didn’t survive the first night after being dragged away as a benefit for the employees.

Not suicide.

But tortured to death.

People in this place have long lost their basic humanity, monstrously evil wrapped in a human skin.

’Buzz buzz buzz...’

Numerous flies circled around the mummies, a scene no different from a horror movie.

The park manager raised his head, such a heartless villainous devil leader, surprisingly seemed to also feel uncomfortable. Hesitating a bit, he gathered his courage and softly suggested, ’Mr. Wei, I think it’s about time, why not take these things down? A group of new pigs will come tomorrow, their endurance isn’t enough; seeing this might cause psychological trauma, affecting our training and efficiency of getting on board.’

This suggestion is reasonable and well-founded, a complete consideration from the company’s interests.

Although people here must adapt to the environment, adaptation always takes a process.

Mr. Wei raised his head to look at the unsightly mummies.

Hanging for so long, the motivational role from the employees’ zeal is undoubtedly achieved.

But before Mr. Wei could speak.

In the distance.

’Boom...’ a sound.

Everyone’s gaze attracted, turning to look.

There is the direction of Jiang.

Pingli is on Jiang’s east bank, judging by the sound, it seems to come from the west bank.

’What’s that noise?’

Big D heard it too, puzzled, staring towards the wood Jiang’s west bank direction, but even with her eyes and glasses, surely couldn’t see that far.

’It’s certainly not fireworks.’

The manager confidently stated, very familiar with the sound of fireworks. After all, it’s an unwritten rule in their business to set fireworks celebrating big deals; however, even if celebrating, it’s left for the night.