The factory director's attitude towards Mu Feng was indifferent, his previous enthusiasm and anticipation gone. A hint of disdain now colored his gaze.
He had previously followed the lead of Su Guoqiang, with Su Guoqiang being the ultimate authority in the factory.
However, after Su Guoqiang was taken away, he had become like a rootless duckweed, forced to seek new support.
Mu Feng, naturally perceptive of the factory director's thoughts, paid it no mind. He stated calmly, "Take me around the factory. I want to see what exactly is wrong with those skincare products."
"My surname is Xu. You can just call me Director Xu."
"Going to the workshop is useless. I've already had people investigate. None of the surveillance footage can pinpoint where the problem lies. Going there will only be a waste of time. You'd best call Director Su directly and have him come over in person."
"Our handling it here is completely ineffective, and time is incredibly tight."
"One-third of the order is scheduled for delivery by tomorrow morning. If the goods aren't shipped within the stipulated time, we'll be breaking our promise."
As Director Xu spoke, he took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a trace of anger. "I'd best not catch that scoundrel. Otherwise, I'll definitely tear him apart limb by limb."
"I've been factory director for several years, and we've never encountered such a problem, not even a minor hiccup."
He gnashed his teeth in frustration.
Mu Feng glanced at him dismissively. "Can't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Go to the workshop directly."
Director Xu, already seething with anger, was further provoked. He glared at Mu Feng.
"You don't need to put on airs here; it's completely useless. Director Su might dote on you, but that won't work with me. Director Su already told me that the factory is under my full management. Now that such a major problem has occurred, Director Su should be the one to come personally."
"What good does sending a pretty boy like you here do, other than cause trouble?"
"If so many of us can't find the problem, do you think you can just by showing up?"
"Stop wasting my time. Hurry up and call Director Su. If you don't, I'll call him immediately."
As he said this, he took out his phone and spoke with annoyance, "I really don't know where a pretty boy like you gets the nerve. I don't know what kind of slander you've been whispering in Director Su's ear."
"To be entrusted with such an important matter, and given to a pretty boy like you to handle, Director Su must be out of his mind."
Mu Feng's brow furrowed, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.
"Since you refuse to see reason."
"You can get out."
Director Xu was momentarily stunned, then his head snapped up. A mocking glint appeared in his eyes, accompanied by an indignant laugh.
"Who do you think you are? You're just a kept boy of Director Su. Do you really think Director Su would fire me because of a piece of trash like you?"
"You think far too highly of yourself. Go take a look in the mirror and see what you are."
"The most important thing for a person is to understand their own position, and not to overestimate themselves. You're not qualified to order me around."
He was here at the factory and hadn't heard much about Mu Feng. What he knew were mere rumors.
Especially in recent times, he hadn't been in contact with other members of the Su family.
His only contact was Xu Junhua.
However, the last time he contacted her was over a month ago. At that time, Xu Jinhua had complained about difficult matters and had been trying her best to make things difficult for Mu Feng.
Mu Feng let out a cold laugh, saying nothing as he raised his hand and slapped.
The employees in the factory were all watching the scene.
There were at least seven to eight hundred employees, and they clearly heard the crisp sound of the slap.
"Slap! Slap!"
Two consecutive slaps landed on Director Xu's face.
Mu Feng's voice was icy, "You're right. The most important thing for a person is to understand their own position."
"You need to differentiate between what you can do and what you cannot. Remember, words can lead to trouble."
"And just because you can't do something, it doesn't mean I can't."
"I'm not explaining anything to you; I'm telling you to put yourself in your proper place."
Director Xu was dazed by the slaps, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
However, he quickly regained his composure, his eyes burning with rage.
The clear imprint of two handprints marred his face, his muscles twitching in distortion. He roared hysterically, "What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and take this bastard down!"
"He dares to hit me! I'll beat this pretty boy to death!"
"Even if Director Su comes, he can't say that I struck first!"
The security guards were all his men. Over twenty of them now surrounded Mu Feng.
Among the employees present, most wore expressions of pity.
"Is that Director Su's kept boy?"
"He doesn't seem like the type to abuse his connections. How could such a big conflict suddenly erupt, and he even hit Director Xu."
"He's finished. Everyone in this factory knows what kind of person Director Xu is."
"If it weren't for his sister marrying into the Su family, would he have the arrogance to be here?"
"He has the capital for arrogance. Anyone he doesn't like, he'll slap. Even if there's a commotion, who can stand up to a factory director like him? Let's just watch the show."
Mu Feng clearly heard the chilling whispers from the surroundings.
A cold curve formed on his lips.
He glanced at the over twenty security guards and said calmly, "If you want to pack your bags and leave, then obey him."
"If you want to stay with the company, then step aside."
The security captain sneered upon hearing this. "I think you haven't quite figured out your own position. A pretty boy like you dares to act so arrogant here."
"Do you think you're something special?"
"A guy who serves women dares to shout at us? I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
As he spoke, he lunged forward. He wanted to impress Director Xu.
Instead of using his hand, he pulled out a collapsible baton from his waist. A sinister grin spread across his face.
If he were to be hit by this, the bone structure of his face would likely be compromised.
The baton's force was concentrated in the circular iron piece at the tip. It whistled through the air with extreme ferocity, striking towards Mu Feng's cheek.