"林枫，你小子不服是不是？"

声音不大，却像块冰疙瘩砸在 consciência 上，带着一股子彻骨的寒意。说话的是 Positioned as the company's new general manager, Mr. Zhang, a man whose face carried the weight of authority like a crown. He was leaning back in his swivel chair, eyes fixed on Lin Feng like a hawk sizing up its prey.

办公室里死一般的寂静，只有空调呼呼的噪音，衬得那声音格外刺耳。众人都是看戏的，谁也不开口，但眼神里那点幸灾乐祸藏都藏不住。林枫刚被职位降级，现在又被公开叫来训话，这局面上，谁还能帮着他说话？

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Lin Feng said, not squatting.

His voice was low, but carried a surprising firmness. He'd been through worse than this, so what was there to be scared of? Mr. Zhang's eyes narrowed slightly, as if amused by his insolence.

"You think you're someone special now that you're still on the company payroll?" Zhang sneered, slamming his fist on the table. "All you've done is waste resources and delay projects! If it weren't for your family's connections, would the company even need you? But connections only get you so far - tomorrow you'll be looking for another job!"