Liu Fuhua's face turned pale, and his eyes rolled. He smiled apologetically. "President Song, do you think the rare blood bird's nest from last time was still delicious? If it was delicious, I have a lot more here. Can I send you some more?"
President Song's grumpy boice sounded. "Do you think I'm joking with you? Liu Fuqiang, don't change the topic!
"Bird's nest? A ton of bird's nest can't save you! Submit your resignation letter to the higher-ups yourself!"
"Why!" Liu Fuqiang suddenly felt extremely wronged. He yelled into the phone, "I just fired an ordinary employee, and now I'm getting fired?"
"An ordinary employee?" President Song chuckled. "That's because your useless eyes don't recognize talent!
"You have half an hour to pack up and leave. I've already arranged for Manager Wu to take over your position. In the future, no one in the domestic airlines will want you."
President Song's voice stopped abruptly.