solarly

The receptionist panicked and ran in the direction of the office, almost bumping head-on into the 4 Boris who were coming out of the office, she panicked and ahhed and hurriedly stopped, but her body was swayed a few times and was pulled by Wendell's quick eyes and hands, which did not fall.

Boris said unhappily, "What does it look like to panic, it's just a few people, it's not like they're wolves or tigers, what's so scary?"

He certainly knew why this receptionist was so panicked, just now Clarkson's arrogant voice there at the reception desk, he heard it clearly in his office, and was very unhappy in his heart.

Especially seeing this receptionist's panicked appearance made Boris feel how the problems in the company were all exposed today, and they were all on the frowning side, which made him more or less lose face in front of Wendell.

"Yes, sorry boss." That receptionist said in a panic.

Boris waved his hand helplessly, "Forget it, you go and get busy."

He was not a snobbish boss, and seeing that this receptionist was so frightened that his face turned a bit white, he couldn't say any more.

Who knows, but that receptionist didn't dare to go back at all, she just bowed her head, but her feet didn't move anywhere.

"That's just it, you can follow us!" Boris was also helpless, it was indeed more convenient for a girl to be a receptionist, but she was also a bit too timid.

No matter what kind of business one was doing, there would always be conflicts and disputes, and it was not uncommon to see people causing trouble, so such a timid receptionist would definitely not work. Boris secretly thought, it seems that it is time to change the reception.

Although he seldom dismissed staff for trivial reasons, but in business, he could not keep idle people, because the company was not a charity after all.

That receptionist also knew that he had made a mistake, so he honestly followed behind Boris and Wendell.

When Helen saw how frightened she was, she was a bit intolerant and said in a low voice, "You don't need to be afraid of them, could they still eat you up? If you are always like this, what company will want you?"

The girl seemed to be terrified, her body was trembling slightly, and her voice was even lowered pitifully: "I, I'm just afraid……"

"You are like this, but there is no way to be a receptionist, because maybe you will encounter the same thing in the future, and what should you do?" Helen still patiently enlightened, "As long as you follow the company's bylaws, if there is something you can't handle, come and relay it to your leader, this is actually very simple, don't be afraid!"

That girl whispered, "But that Fretza Bralwa is very scary, one of my sisters was taken by him in the past, and they ended up giving…… to my sister because she didn't comply"

Swish!

Wendell suddenly stopped in his tracks, he turned his head and asked in a deep voice: "What did you just say?"

That receptionist was instantly startled and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Wendell couldn't help but be a little impatient, he frowned and said, "You just said you were afraid of that Fretza Bralwa, I'm not Fretza Bralwa, am I? Why are you so scared? If you have something to say, just say it!"

"Wendell, why use such a heavy tone of voice!" Helen gave him an angry white glance, "Let's do it this way, later on when things are over here, I'll ask this little girl alone."

"That's it!" Wendell's mood instantly became very bad, this receptionist just now in the words, revealed extraordinary information, Wendell has a bad guess, this receptionist's good sister, I'm afraid that the downfall will not be much wonderful……

This bad guess is also one of the reasons for his bad mood.

He or she is just a student now, to manage or not to manage?

This thought only flashed through Wendell's mind before he made up his mind, because he asked himself a question in his heart – if his mother encountered such a thing, would she care?

The answer was obvious, so why would he not care if he followed his mother's teachings?

But there was one more thing to do before that, and that was to sort out the Long River Drug Company's troubles first. He had to go and meet the ‘big man' who had dared to seal up someone's warehouse at will, to see how much power he had and how far he could go.

Of course, he also had to meet that Fretza Bralwa, who should also be a big shot, otherwise, how could the young girl at the reception desk be scared like this after just one look at Fretza Bralwa?

"Where's your boss, why isn't he coming yet, I think this company doesn't want to open anymore……" At least 20 steps away from the company's reception desk, Wendell heard that arrogant roar, this voice was familiar, it was none other than Buban who still owed two million!

"Buban, the two million you owe, when are you going to pay it back?" Wendell coldly snorted and walked over alongside Boris, "What are you shouting for here, don't you know that this will affect the order of our company?"

"You……" Buban took a look at Wendell coming, he couldn't help but winced, and couldn't even say a word below!

"You're the owner of the company?" When Clarkson saw that Wendell had scared this cheap brother-in-law of his into this state as soon as he arrived, his face sank and he gave Buban a fierce glare before looking at Wendell again.

"You're in charge?" Wendell asked indifferently.

Clarkson was instantly furious, he had never been asked a question back when he asked others, this was simply not taking him squarely in his eyes.

"I'm the main person, so what?!" Clarkson said in an unkind tone as he held out three fingers, "I'll give you three ways out……"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wendell.

"Since you are the one in charge, let's settle the score." Wendell's flat voice, but extremely penetrating, instantly silenced Clarkson's voice, causing him to choke, unable to catch his breath, and almost choking.

"First of all, without any approval or formalities, you have arbitrarily sealed our company's warehouse, which has caused an extremely bad impact on our company's reputation, as well as a very serious harm to the spirit of our employees, which, we will have a lawyer's letter sent to your unit, or a summons from the court!"

Wendell simply ignored Clarkson's reddened face as he continued, "Secondly, your unit's staff member, Buban, maliciously smashed our boss's favourite coffee table, causing great stress to his spirit, plus the value of the coffee table, a total of two million dollars in compensation, which will likewise be sent to your unit in the form of a lawyer's letter or a court summons. "

After saying all this, without paying any attention to the dumbfounded looks of the group of people opposite, as well as the employees of the company, and the strange gazes, Wendell smiled faintly, looking breezy and light-hearted.

At the same time, Wendell held out three fingers: "I'll give you three ways out. First, remove your illegal seal, apologise publicly to our company, and make due compensation, and we can leave the matter alone. Second, continue to be bent on going on, but of course, we will take our own way to get justice. Thirdly…… you can get the hell out of here immediately and be prepared to meet our first demand!"

"MD! You seek death!" Clarkson instantly roared in anger, ah bared, if he didn't see Wendell's tall figure, he almost wanted to pounce on him and tear Wendell alive.

He had just said three ways, only to be interrupted by Wendell, while the other party had instead returned his three ways, this was simply a slap back without mercy, and a loud one at that!

"Kid, you're asking for it!" Buban was also barking from the side, "Do you know who these people are?"

"I haven't asked for advice yet, but I heard that one of them is Dancke Fretza, I wonder which one it is?" Wendell asked indifferently.

"Humph!"

Compared to his previous wretched appearance, the current Buban had a much stronger bottom, he looked at Clarkson and said proudly, "Kid, listen up, this is my brother-in-law, Clarkson, the Fretza Bralwa you are talking about!"

"So you are Fretza Bralwa!" Wendell gave him a deep look, "I've really heard a lot about you, what a powerful Fretza Bralwa!"

"Kid, if you know you're afraid, then hurry up and get lost, don't act like a big head of garlic here!" Buban said disdainfully, not hearing the mocking implication in Wendell's words in the slightest.

Buban didn't even see the pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead of the young Clar, Clar Felsh Fei, who was next to him, not to mention his slightly trembling legs, just screaming there.

When Buban introduced himself, Clarkson was also arrogant, he coldly snorted, "Kid, let me tell you directly, I have my eye on this company, seeing that you are so hard-headed, you are considered to have some backbone, how about this, I will offer one million, it is considered to buy your company."

"If my guess is good…… this one million you should indeed pay, but not to me!" Wendell's face sank as he shook his head slightly, "Now, get your a_ses back out there and remember to follow our first point."

"Kid, do you know who I am?" Clarkson asked with a gloomy face, "My father is the head of the Drug Administration, if I leave now, tomorrow your company will be investigated……"

"Don't talk nonsense here, even if your old man comes, you still have to roll back." Wendell waved his hand impatiently, "Remember to take your seal away!"

Clarkson froze, he originally thought that the other party would be scared out of his mind when he knew his identity, but he didn't expect that people didn't care about his identity at all.

When he saw that Wendell was still so arrogant, he said openly, "Kid, I think you don't know how to write the word "death"! Do you know who this is? This is Clarkson, the grandson of the vice mayor of Precel District, Clar Felshra……"

Buban was introducing himself in an unbeatable manner when he was abruptly interrupted by an angry roar.

"B_____d, Bellt up!"

Clar Felshra suddenly shouted angrily, not knowing whether he was angry or frightened, shaking all over, he turned around and slapped Buban's face fiercely, "What kind of person is I, do I need you to introduce me?!"

Buban was slapped to the ground, his face full of shock and disbelief, "Young Clar, how do you……"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the roar of the furious Clar Felshra: "MD! If you dare to say another word, I'll kill you alive!"

After he finished fuming, he turned around and the anger on his face unexpectedly changed instantly into a flattering smile as he nodded his head and came to Wendell: "Silva, Young Silva!"

In a flash, everyone present was dumbfounded, except for Wendell and Boris's father and daughter!

To be continued....