116: Emergency
Having their true colors exposed by Bruno in front of the new general manager, the employees who had attacked Qin Yun turned pale.
Ronald also looked ashen, knowing he was finished.
He and Arnold had never gotten along, and he didn't know what kind of punishment awaited him.
The Tycoons present had long been unable to stand the ugly faces of Ronald and his group.
With Bruno taking the lead and Arnold, the reasonable general manager, present, they began to recount the actions of these people.
"These people are a disgrace to the company. To use so many petty schemes during a perfectly good celebration gala and make it such a mess is simply outrageous."
"If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have come. Seeing these people's faces will make me feel sick for days!"
"Isn't a Warehouse Auction about luck and strength? This is something Qin Yun found; do these people even have a right to speak?"
"If they keep this up, the auction company will go under sooner or later!"
"Fortunately, Qin Yun has a good temper, otherwise he would have hired a legal team to sue your company long ago!"
"If the company's image is ruined, I'd like to see how you people make a living!"
...Hearing the Tycoons' dissatisfaction with Ronald's group, Arnold was incensed and wanted to kick all these scumbags out.
The Tycoons present were powerful supporters of the company. If they lost trust in the company, performance would surely plummet.
He had to do something to regain everyone's trust in the company.
Yet he couldn't simply fire all these employees, or the matter might ferment online, dealing a devastating blow to the company's image.
It was truly a dilemma. Encountering such a problem right after becoming general manager, he even felt like killing that degenerate Ronald.
Arnold walked toward the stage microphone with a cold face and gave everyone a deep bow.
"I sincerely apologize to everyone on behalf of the company."
"Julius Caesar's armor belongs to Qin Yun, you don't need to worry about that."
"Those who dared to make a move on the armor must also be taught a lesson: a month's salary fine and the forfeiture of this year's bonus."
As soon as Arnold finished speaking, the employees who had caused trouble regretted it immensely.
A month's salary was one thing, but losing this year's commission meant losing a large sum of money; they wouldn't even be able to celebrate Christmas properly.
However, they didn't dare to talk back. This was the newly appointed general manager; if they angered Arnold, they could forget about continuing to work at the company.
"This isn't right. It doesn't matter to me since I have plenty of family wealth, but for these grassroots employees, if they lose their year-end bonus, many won't even be able to afford health insurance. Isn't this inappropriate?"
Ronald stood from the employees' perspective to subtly attack Arnold's decision.
These were his cronies, and they had done these things under his instructions.
If he ignored them, his cronies would become estranged. Without their support, he would be isolated in the company and unable to get anything done.
Arnold suddenly slammed the microphone onto the ground!
"Not right? These people tarnished the company's image. It's already good enough that I haven't sued them for professional misconduct."
"I'll give you a chance. Anyone who wants to leave can apply directly to me and I'll approve it all. Those who stay, behave yourselves and do your jobs. If there's a next time, no matter who it is, pack your bags and get out!"
Arnold abandoned his usual gentlemanly demeanor and roared directly at the employees below the stage.
The company employees realized the severity of the matter, and not one dared to talk back.
Even Ronald could only sit helplessly in his chair, afraid of being made an example of.
The Tycoons on the floor were stunned by Arnold's decisiveness and ruthless dominance.
It seemed the usually amiable Arnold was truly enraged, showing no mercy to the company employees.
No one doubted that if anyone dared to say another word, being fired would be the least of their worries.
They might very well be sent straight to prison.
"Good job, Arnold!"
"Now that's how you run a company!"
"These scumbags need to be properly disciplined!"
"With Arnold at the auction company, we can rest easy."
"Under Arnold's leadership, the company's performance will surely reach new heights!"
...Someone took the lead in clapping, and the gala venue was soon drowned in applause.
Ronald and his group of subordinates didn't dare to say a single word.
They desperately wanted Qin Yun's caesar armor, but it was nothing compared to their own positions.
They might not necessarily get the money from Julius Caesar's armor, but they didn't want to lose their jobs.
Arnold had just become general manager; if they ended up in his crosshairs, they'd be lucky to leave the company in one piece.
Ronald lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.
He was in the wrong here, and he and Arnold were rivals; now Arnold was the general manager.
If Arnold used this excuse to give him a lecture, no one would be able to say anything.
He would be the only one losing face, and it would even be hard for him to survive in the company.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect the people in the company to cause you so much trouble."
"I've just become general manager, so it's not easy to deal with so many people at once, otherwise I would have kicked them all out!"
Arnold came down from the stage and looked at Qin Yun with an apologetic expression.
Qin Yun shook his head, having no intention of blaming Arnold.
He knew Arnold had just been promoted and his position wasn't stable yet; he had many things to consider.
Amidst the melodious piano concerto, the celebration cocktail party drew to a close.
Arnold personally supervised the handover of the treasures Qin Yun had won in the Warehouse Auction before the company left.
Inside the manor room Arnold had booked for the two of them.
Qin Yun and Julia couldn't sleep as they looked at the armor worth tens of millions.
Wealth moves people's hearts, and they were very experienced in this regard.
"Qin Yun, should we set up a company or something?"
Julia was worried the treasures would be stolen, and Qin Yun couldn't always take risks, so she reminded him.
The power of a few individuals is limited, no matter how many treasures Qin Yun won at Warehouse Auctions or how much money he made.
Many people still wouldn't take Qin Yun or her seriously.
A big shot's immense power doesn't just rely on money and connections; having one's own organization is also a crucial aspect.
"It's time to put starting a company on the agenda, otherwise it's not safe to keep the treasures I win in the Secondhand Store's warehouse."
Qin Yun considered it for a long while before nodding in response.
After the Profound Vision Treasure Eye upgraded, he wasn't too worried about the safety aspect.
Many antiques have very high requirements for storage environments.
He didn't want the treasures he worked so hard to find to be damaged in his own hands.
"Mm, I'll handle the procedures and such; you just wait to sign."
"Do you think we'll run into trouble this time?"
Julia took on the task of starting the company without a second thought, then asked with some doubt.
"Well, it's hard to say. Even with the deterrence of Arnold and Bruno, the attraction of Julius Caesar's armor is simply too great."
Qin Yun replied; when it came to people like Ronald and Walter, no amount of despicable behavior was beyond them.
Julia strongly agreed with Qin Yun's view, and the two only fell asleep peacefully after making some arrangements.
The next day, after wrapping the caesar armor tightly, the two drove back to Borton City.
Everything went smoothly while in New York City, but Qin Yun didn't let down his guard just because of temporary safety.
Just as they got onto the State Road, over a dozen sedans surrounded Qin Yun's pickup truck from all directions.
Over thirty burly men in black shirts got out of the cars.
They closed in with cold expressions, and the intersection was suddenly filled with a murderous aura.