"Yang Dezhen, you motherfucker have ruined me, a liquidated damages of 200,000 yuan, 200,000!
It takes us half a year just to earn 200,000, does your factory have 200,000?" Mr. Wu kicked Yang Dezhen, sending him falling to the ground.
Suddenly, he remembered that the Duck Meat Factory had been operating for just over a year and was previously running at a loss. It had only recently made some money with the food factory, easing the salary pressures for the workers, and now they were facing a penalty of 200,000 yuan.
If they didn't have the money, this could blow up into a big issue.
Right now, Mr. Wu looked at Yang Dezhen and wished he could kill him.
At that moment, Yang Dezhen's mother came running up to the door, crying.
"Dezhen, Dezhen, your son's gotten into trouble, he's been arrested, sob sob sob~" Mrs. Yang cried as if her heart was being torn apart; it seemed like they had kicked a steel plate this time.
