"Director, please don't be angry. I'll correct it immediately and improve the meal standards," Qian Yumin said at once with a placating smile.
Zheng Shu glanced at him and said blandly, "On a slow day, there are two or three hundred meal boxes for two meals. On a busy day, there are four or five hundred. If you skim a few bucks from each box, Qian Yumin, you can pocket tens of thousands a month just from these boxed meals, can't you?"
Qian Yumin's heart jolted. The director's tone was off today. It didn't sound like Zheng Shu merely wanted to scold him. He was already settling accounts.
"No, I haven't embezzled a single cent. You can check the books," Qian Yumin hurriedly said.
Zheng Shu waved a hand. "Don't give me that fucking accounting-book nonsense. I used to be an assistant director too. Do you think your little tricks can fool me? That's enough, Qian Yumin. I can't afford to keep you. Leave the production crew."
Qian Yumin's face went pale, and he immediately begged, "Director, this... I really haven't embezzled anything. I'll fix the boxed meal issue right away."
Zheng Shu's expression darkened. "Whether you fix it or not is none of my concern now. Get the hell out of here immediately."
Under everyone's shocked gazes, Qian Yumin slunk away.
It turned out that even a lofty assistant director was merely someone to be ordered around in front of the director.
Li Shuiqin, who had been watching the whole scene from the side, had initially only felt satisfied. Qian Yumin was deeply unpopular, after all. But when she saw the director actually throw Director Qian out, Li Shuiqin's heart skipped a beat.
She suddenly remembered Song Xi telling her that a friend had taken her and Director Zheng