Lu Jinghan applied pressure with his hand, causing Lu Jingchen to wince in pain, a line forming between his brows: "Brother, you’ve misunderstood. Your assistant was the one who spoke rudely to me first, so I intended to teach him a lesson."
"This level of the executive office is indeed not where you should be. Your place is downstairs, so you’d best behave yourself."
Lu Jinghan’s voice was sharp, carrying a heavy warning. He released his grip, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned his head to Assistant Zhang: "Take him downstairs."
"Okay, President Lu." Assistant Zhang nodded.
Lu Jingchen nursed his nearly fractured wrist in pain, holding back the fury clashing within him, and got into the elevator.
In the elevator, Assistant Zhang pressed the button for the floor, and the red numbers started to change.
Lu Jingchen’s face was dark with malice, his voice sinister: "You better watch out, especially when you’re walking at night."
"I will."
Assistant Zhang responded leisurely, clearly unfazed by the threat.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Assistant Zhang led Lu Jingchen to the sales department: "That spot is yours; the department manager will tell you your specific duties."
Assistant Zhang pointed to a corner spot not far away, then nodded to the sales manager who walked out from the office: "I’ll leave him to you."
The sales manager pulled Assistant Zhang aside, looking troubled: "Assistant Zhang, from now on, should I handle things officially or...?"
"Just handle things officially, there’s no need for any special treatment," Assistant Zhang said plainly.
Actually, when the sales manager received the notice in the morning, he had already felt overwhelmed, feeling like a disaster had been dropped on his department.
After hearing what Assistant Zhang said, he felt reassured.
Lu Jingchen frowned deeply as he looked at the corner spot, then kicked over the chair: "I want a private office, promptly get one ready for me."
Being sent to a lower floor was one thing, but not even having a private office was simply too much.
After watching Assistant Zhang get on the elevator and leave, the sales manager walked over, speaking with a neutral tone: "We don’t currently have a vacant office. You’ll have to make do for now."
"Bullshit."
Lu Jingchen shouted irritably, fury in his eyes nearly drowning the ineffectual manager before him.
"I’m really sorry, we currently don’t have an office for you. I have other work to attend to, so I’ll excuse myself first."
The sales manager nodded, then turned and walked toward his own office.
The employees quickly lowered their heads, busying themselves with their tasks, each one eager to stay out of trouble, fearing this livewire would turn his ire on them.
Lu Jingchen was almost furious enough to spit blood. The second young master of the Lu Family working at his own family’s company, receiving such a shitty treatment.
Lu Jingwei was assigned to the logistics department. Even though it was logistics, Lu Jingwei was not dissatisfied. After all, she wasn’t really there to work, just to put on a show to please Ji Qing.
The employees of the logistics department, knowing she was from the Lu Family, dared not provoke her, nor assigned her any tasks. Even when there was occasional work, this young lady would just smile slightly and ask them to find someone else to do it.
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In the afternoon, Old Sir Lu called Lu Jinghan, saying they should come to the old mansion for dinner.