The temples throbbed as Wen Yiming glared menacingly at the financial director, unable to utter a single word.
This was the financial director he had promoted all the way, from a financial manager to a VP, and then to a director, having experienced the ups and downs of Wen's together, considered a veteran in the company.
But Wen Yiming never expected that at this moment, he would propose to resign.
"President Wen, the contract I signed with Wen's expired two years ago. These past two years, it hasn't been renewed, and my salary hasn't changed since you adjusted it two years ago. Of course, I'm not resigning to ask for a raise, I just don't want to do it anymore."
The financial director's attitude was sincere, and his expression was firm.
With a burst of inexplicable anger in his heart, Wen Yiming's mind replayed Fu Mingshou's calm phrase, "Is getting angry useful?", and with a deep breath, he made a heartfelt attempt to retain him.
