The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 39

Franklin put on a serious face. Jacob nodded, "Dad, from the moment you signed the agreement, you already have the final say in the entire Oriental Tower."

"Okay!" Franklin nodded. He then pointed at Mark who was not far away, and shouted with pleasure, "Fatty Hansel, you are fired!"

Franklin breathed a long sigh of relief that had accumulated in his heart for six years. He frowned and instructed Mark, "Get out of this tower in half an hour!"

Hearing those words that he once said to Franklin, Mark's expression changed drastically.

After a while, Mark said in a condensed voice, "Mr. Lynch, we're both adults. Why don't you give me a chance?"

"A chance?" Franklin stared at him in anger. "Have you ever given me a chance when I fell?"

Mark puffed angrily. "Okay, fine. I don't need this job either! It's just a general manager position of a broken tower!"

Mark turned back to look at all the staff in the tower. He waved his hand in a gloomy expression, "Franklin has no tolerance for others. If you stay, you will not have a comfortable working environment as you had before. Follow me, if you trust me. I can guarantee you a job and a fun working environment!"

All the staff of the tower looked at each other, not knowing if they should stay or leave.

Franklin was flushing with anger when Mark tried to steal all the staff away. Franklin's heart fired up when Mark said that he had no tolerance for others.

If I have no tolerance for others, it would not just stop at Mark getting fired!

Mark's face grew gloomier after seeing all of his colleagues hesitating.

He glanced at a few people in the crowd and said coldly, "I have treated you well these years, and now it's time to repay me! You have to believe that without me, you are nothing!"

After a moment of silence, a mid-level manager walked out from the crowd and said, "Mr. Hansel, I support you!"

Under his influence, two more mid-level managers and several employees came forward. The remaining seven or eight employees looked at each other and lowered their heads.

Everyone was working in the same building. Some things were clear even without getting to the root of the matter.

The few who stood out were all Fatty Hansel's confidants. When there were benefits, they were the ones who got to share a portion. In this current situation, the others preferred to follow the new boss.

Seeing that more than half of the management team were standing behind him, Mark glanced at Franklin and said, "Mr. Lynch, according to the labor law, if employees are fired for no reason, the company should compensate the employees with three months' salary."

Mark patted his beer belly, and said triumphantly, "My salary is twenty-one thousand a month, so it will

be sixty-three thousand for a three months compensation. Ha, it's not much, just enough for me to buy three square meters in the central district."

"Hey, my salary is fifteen thousand a month, so it will be forty-five thousand for a three months compensation." The first mid-level manager who stood out just now continued with a smile.

"Mine is forty-five thousand!"

"Mine is forty-two thousand!"

"Mine is twenty-four thousand!"

"Mine is twenty-six thousand!"

...

Franklin's heart fired up again when the compensation had added up to nearly three hundred thousand. The remaining staff on his side were on the point of stirring up trouble.

They could work anywhere, but it was rare to be able to get a compensation of three months' salary for free.

Mr. Walton walked over to Zayn and said softly, "Mr. Fred, are you going to say something?" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.