When Feng Shuyun ran to the door of the conference room, she was stopped by Cong Jinhong's assistant, Qiu Wenxiong.
"Xiao Feng, you can't go in."
"Why won't you let me in? What right do you have to stop me?"
How could Feng Shuyun still have a good temper at a time like this? She reached out to shove Qiu Wenxiong aside and force her way into the conference room.
But Qiu Wenxiong was a man. How could Feng Shuyun, a woman, possibly push him aside?
He casually brushed away Feng Shuyun's arm and said flatly, "Because the meeting is discussing your issue. As the person involved, you need to recuse yourself."
Fuck your recusal! You people were convicting someone without even letting her defend herself? Even a death-row prisoner got to put on a show in court!
"Move aside. Since you're discussing my issue, I have the right to know, and I have the right to defend myself."
Feng Shuyun had been working for several years. Even if she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. Of course she knew that this so-called "recusal" meant being stripped of the chance to defend herself. Whatever crime they wanted to pin on her became her crime.
But no matter how Feng Shuyun shouted and struggled, Qiu Wenxiong stood in the doorway and refused to let her in. And no matter how loudly she made a scene, the people inside seemed not to hear a thing.
Yet Feng Shuyun could clearly make out the faint sounds of people talking inside. That proved the conference room door was not so well soundproofed. It could only mean that the people inside simply did not care about the opinion of a little ant like Feng Shuyun.
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