The Hero

Chapter 283 is Pathetic

Walt saw red when Quinna suggested changing the company name to Failure Group. He slammed the table so hard and furious that the pen jumped out of the pen.

“Quinna Aurum, watch your words. You are also a high-level executive in this company!”

Walt was boiling, but Quinna was the same.

After he slammed the table, he took off his heels and dropped his heels onto the table, crying furiously afterwards, “You think you're the only one who can knock on the table? Were you elected as chairman to knock the tables? Is it because you knocked it hard enough or rhythmically? Crush your palm on the table in front of Jesse Hanson if you're so good. Why did you slam him in front of me?

“Am I wrong in this? Jesse and his wrong minions—not me!

“And you slammed the table at me? What gives you the right? Are we playing the authority card now!?”

Group Chairman Heisenberg was furious with Quinna. He felt his blood pressure surge and black dots swimming in his vision. It took some time before he could calm down and cool enough to lower his blood pressure.

He was honestly helpless against the old chief's daughter. He is a human chili, hot and spicy. What Quinna said was not only tickling to be heard - it was piercing to the heart.

To be honest, it wasn't Quinna's fault, but she slammed the table in front of her. That doesn't make any sense. Walt took a deep breath to calm himself down and said, “I've tried. Everyone wants the best for their own company. Do you think I don't want the same thing? I didn't even dare to see the news about us when I went online. I know people out there scold and insult me.

“They asked me to eat dirt, called me a pig, said that it would be more useful to replace me with an actual pig.

"What can I do? Tell me, what can I do? You saw how Jesse. Conservatives who put profits first and follow it will not budge. They insist on not reforming. They insist on wanting to be a turtle with moss in its shell and live their days in futility to death. What can I do?"

A long sigh later, Walt waved his hand. “Forget it, it's okay. This is the end of our conversation. I'll think of something. You can go now.”

Quinna picked up her documents and walked out of the office but turned around when she reached the door. Seeing Walt with gray hair by his side, he knew that it wasn't easy for him as chairman. He recalled his years of hard work and effort and his previous attitude, feeling ashamed.

“Sorry, Mr. Schrader. Just now, I—”

“Out, out. Stop making me angry. My blood boils as soon as I see you!”

Walt chases Quinna out, but when the door closes, he looks affectionate. It was not just because Quinna was the daughter of the former chairman—it was more because she was someone who really wanted to do great business.

It would be amazing if everyone in the company was as capable, brave, determined and proactive as Quinna. Too bad it's just a dream, a fantasy reality that exists only in one's expectations.

As Quinna leaves Walt's office, Jesse goes to Javier, who is working in a repair shop.

Javier's name is now widely known because the police came to the factory for him and sent him back, as well as making statements to the relevant department.

As the company's deputy general manager, Jesse naturally finds out about Javier and his true identity through various channels. When he comes to Javier now, he comes when someone tells.

It's just that Jesse's a little upset to see Graham. The stone in the dirt hole was foul smelling and stubborn. He had demoted her from a workshop supervisor to a small shift manager, and the man still did not become a scalper and begged her.

Jesse spoke calmly in a secluded corner. "Trs. Kersey, since you're in our company, you should know who I am. Then I'll miss the introduction.”

Jesse sounds calm but aggressive, claiming that Javier should have known him since he was with them, so the latter asks briefly, "Who are you?"

Jesse didn't expect that time he would jump right into the topic. He was not satisfied, but there was nothing else he could do but mention his name and position.

Javier looks like consciousness hit him. “Oh, Vice GM Hanson. I'm sorry, my fault. There's no idea. My apologies."

Jesse was upset. He doesn't like people calling him Deputy GM Hanson—he hates him. What Javier said also sounded unsophisticated, but Jesse wasn't here today to teach him literature, so he didn't correct it.

He told Javier, “Master. Kersey, I'll be direct with you and personally inform you of our company's decision. After our discussion, the Heisenberg Group did not agree to partner with Reivaj Automobile.

“But personally, I admire the hydrogen fuel propulsion system you have, so I can give recommendations to Toyota for you.

This way, you won't waste your research, and I'll make a good judgment, even if it's just a little.

“You should know that Toyota is an impressive brand because it has the highest sales in the world. The people at Sammius also recognized the brand. If you work with them, you will be able to sell your hydrogen vehicle to the world in no time and get rich soon.”

Really trash. Javier finally saw what Jesse's mole looked like. Heisenberg paid for it, but he sent anything good from the company—what did he think? Is he a Toyota spy?

Javier didn't say it out loud but asked by pretending not to know, “True? How many advantages will Toyota give me?”

Jesse thought there was a chance because Javier looked interested and started painting the picture.

“After all, it has top sales in the world. Hmm, they decided to give you 30% of the profits, but I can do this for you. I can talk to them and try to give you 40%. Don't underestimate the 40% gain, you know? A 70% bread gain and a 40% gain of ten loaves could not be compared. You are the boss of a small company. You should be wiser.”

"Be wise enough to say f * ck you."

Jesse fantasizes about saving 20% of the profits for himself and enjoying his money without having to do anything in the future. I won't be great because he'll be rich! He had even thought about where he would migrate to and where to spend his money.

It was unexpected that Javier would say that to her. He thought his ears had tricked him, so he asked in surprise, "What did you just say?"

Javier replied, “You like being scolded, huh? Passion and listen now, I said, wise. Thats enough. Catch. Saying. Fuck'em. You!"

Each word was interspersed with a pause and spoken without hesitation, heading straight for murder.

Jesse's confused. "Have you just ... cursed me?" Javier looks amused. “Do you think I praise you? You are really stupid. 100% really stupid.”