The accumulated anger of many days was unleashed in its entirety.
Had it not been for everyone holding back a little, these hundreds of skilled workers, accustomed to hauling iron and driving piles, could have beaten those dozen or so ruffians to death right there.
"Alright."
"A little lesson is enough."
"Call an ambulance and send them to the hospital!"
Meng Hao, his expression unchanged, his heart steady, blinked his eyes and continued to maintain his harmless facade, having witnessed the entire process.
Damn it.
Was that considered "a little lesson"?
Those dozen or so ruffians had broken arms and legs, fractured ribs, and their faces were covered in blood.
Without a doubt.
They would remember this beating for the rest of their lives.
"Uncle Chenghua, and everyone present, you all saw it with your own eyes. They tried to attack me, so it was self-defense..."
"Out of humanitarianism, let's cover their medical expenses. As for any emotional compensation, not a single cent should be given..."
"Oh, and the unpaid wages, that's the responsibility of the previous company. Tell them to get it from Dong Jian..."
Get money from Dong Jian?
It would be a miracle if Dong Jian, whose entire fortune was less than a million, would even pay them any mind.
Chenghua suppressed a smile.
His gaze towards Meng Hao was filled with admiration.
Anyone who dared to underestimate the young master was simply asking for death.
This seemingly harmless young master had previously thrown Dong Jian and Bob, the genuine and fake foreigners, from the fifth floor without batting an eye.
However.
It had to be said.
While the young master was too lazy to bother with tedious matters, it didn't mean he was incompetent in managing his subordinates.
These simple words.
Such as, "We all saw it, we were acting heroically, we won't pay any medical expenses," immediately drew the workers closer.
Eating and drinking together might not forge unbreakable bonds.
But doing something bad together? That would definitely create a strong connection... like ganging up on these ruffians.
Without even sparing a glance at the hooligan workers who had gained nothing and were beaten badly, unable to even secure their meager wages,
Meng Hao continued to smile, his harmless expression intact, and spoke.
"Everyone, work hard for Huarong Industrial, and I will never mistreat you."
Although Meng Hao was a science major, he had read plenty of history books.
He knew very well.
The art of managing subordinates required both carrots and sticks.
A balance, a martial approach.
One must offer benefits and establish authority.
Previously, paying the workers a high salary was the carrot, the benefit.
But he had been looking for an opportunity to wield the stick and establish authority.
Then, these few troublemakers had conveniently appeared.
To be honest.
Meng Hao was quite grateful to them from the bottom of his heart.
...
Aoshi Heavy Industry was successfully acquired.
The factory's morale had been stabilized.
With no time to catch his breath, Meng Hao was dragged by Chenghua to fly all over Great Xia.
In the end.
The initial balance of 1 billion yuan was completely spent. After acquiring six factories of varying sizes, Meng Hao finally returned to Shilin, exhausted.
Well.
In comparison.
Chenghua, who looked more energetic, seemed younger.
Indeed!
As the saying goes, as long as a person has a belief, they don't feel tired doing anything.
With a few casual instructions.
He handed over the expansion of Huarong Industrial's Shilin headquarters and the management of branch factories and departments entirely to Chenghua, and Meng Hao went straight home.
At least.
For the time being, he had no intention of showing his face at the factory.
Damn it.
It was much more enjoyable to be a hands-off manager.
...
Back home after a long absence.
Meng Hao's parents worked out of town for years and had no idea their precious son had caused such earth-shattering trouble in Shilin.
The empty house was already covered in dust.
"It seems I need to find an auntie to help clean and look after the house," Meng Hao muttered.
He opened his computer, which had been idle for months.
Just as Meng Hao was about to play a few games or have some "in-depth exchanges" with his Japanese teachers,
The system, unseen for many days, appeared.
[Congratulations to the host for exceeding the task requirements. Rewards are being issued...]
[New mission released: Develop new products and strive to change netizens' perception of the factory's military nature...]
Damn it.
Is this a joke?
He had just finished a big task, and now another one was coming.
Seriously.
Nowadays.
Who in the entire Great Xia military enthusiast circle still believed that Huarong Industrial was not a military enterprise?
Huh?
This mission seems to have no time limit!
Meng Hao sighed.
This damn system had finally shown some kindness.
Since there was no time limit.
Meng Hao's mood improved considerably.
He pondered for a moment.
He felt that, regardless of anything, he should at least show the system that he genuinely intended to complete the mission...
For example.
Should he rename the factory first?
However.
This matter of renaming.
It would require a company-wide high-level meeting.
But.
Meng Hao, who had just arrived home, really didn't want to go back to the factory.
Oh, right!
Didn't Uncle Chenghua set up a video conferencing system earlier?
As a qualified, modern, and intelligent private entrepreneur.
One must make good use of technology!
Indeed.
Technology changes life...
Wait?
Technology changes life?
Since netizens don't believe he's making toys, why not simply change the company's nature to a technology company?
From small voice-controlled switches to large spacecraft!
Low-tech civilian electric scooters to high-precision lithography machines!
These all fall under the category of private technology.
With his mind made up.
Meng Hao directly initiated a remote video conference.
...
After months of development.
coupled with extensive expansion.
Huarong Industrial had now grown into a large group company with four branch companies, nearly three thousand employees, and a total investment of over 1 billion yuan.
For such a large company, to still claim to be a toy company producing high-end civilian "mecha figures"... well, even Meng Hao himself didn't quite believe it when he said it.
Not long after.
The first Huarong Industrial executive online video conference officially began.
Chenghua, Qin Muyan, and a group of executives from the Shilin headquarters, along with the main负责人 of the four branch companies, all joined the live broadcast.
Even though it was through the internet.
Everyone looked respectfully at the camera, showing extreme reverence for Meng Hao.
"Ahem, ahem!"
Meng Hao cleared his throat.
He felt that everyone in the video was formally dressed, while he was wearing casual clothes, which seemed somewhat out of place.
Never mind.
A great achiever doesn't fuss over minor details.
After all, fellow tech giants like Musk and Cook had been interviewed by the media wearing pajamas.
By the same logic.
Meng Hao, dressed casually, already possessed the preliminary potential to become the CEO of a technology company.
After some self-consolation.
Meng Hao slowly began to speak.
"The purpose of gathering you all here today is to prove that our Huarong company is indeed, truly, and absolutely a private enterprise..."
As soon as these words were spoken.
Everyone's expression became somewhat dazed.
Speaking of which.
Did Young Master Meng Hao have some kind of obsession?
Why was he so insistent on proving to the public that Huarong Industrial was just an "ordinary, unremarkable" private enterprise.