"Fine, then you kneel down right now and call me 'Grandpa' while you apologize!" Xu JianShe harshly said.
Qian Baokun's eyes widened, and he stretched out a hand, poking Xu JianShe's chest with his fingertip fiercely, "Did you not hear me clearly?
You, a country bumpkin, dreaming of working at the textile factory, are delusional."
Third Uncle Xu swiftly grabbed Qian Baokun's fingers, gave a slight twist, and a cracking sound was heard.
Qian Baokun was in extreme pain, screaming, "Ah, Xu JianShe, you bastard, let go of me! This is a textile factory, not a place for thugs like you to cause trouble.
Quick, call the security department, there's a thug causing trouble here.
Hurry up and get security to detain him; this man does nothing but petty thefts in his village.
Today, he probably came to our textile factory to steal something."
