"You old bastard, you're already so old, yet your temper's still this bad."
"You don't even know to accumulate some blessings for your children and grandchildren. Oh, you don't have any children or grandchildren? Never mind, then."
Jiang Qiao teased him.
The more violently the old man raged, the happier he became.
After all, according to the law of conservation of smiles, smiles never disappeared. They only moved from your face to mine.
Don't say experts have no temper.
People without tempers were useless. They could never become experts.
It was just that their tempers only flared at people who could pose a serious threat to them.
That was why you would see the bosses of major corporations treating low-level employees with warmth and kindness. Even if the employees made mistakes, the bosses would still comfort them gently, saying, "It's fine. Don't worry."
Even if you made a serious mistake, he wouldn't curse you to your face.
Did you think that meant he had a broad-minded perspective?
No.
It meant he thought you weren't worthy of being cursed at by him.
So he would turn around and curse the project manager instead. Once the abuse worked its way down through the layers, you would still be punished for your mistake—and might even suffer worse consequences.
But you would only resent your immediate superior, some minor character like a team leader.
Now change roles.
If the deputy general manager of the group made a mistake, he wouldn't calmly put on a show of broad-mindedness. Everyone was cut from the same cloth, and they all knew one another too well. If he needed to swear, he would swear to his face.
So when certain marketing accounts claimed that capable people had no temper, they were wrong.
You only never saw their temper