"You've been fired." Zhang Dahui, the company's boss, slowly turned around, his face cold as he stood before Ye Fan. He threw a notice of resignation from his hand onto the table.

Suddenly being called to the boss's office, Ye Fan felt very uneasy in his heart. You know, being called to the office by the boss alone is definitely not a good thing. But what Ye Fan didn't expect was that he was actually fired.

For a moment, Ye Fan was stunned, staring blankly at Zhang Dahui before him. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he remained speechless for a long time. Although the salary wasn't high, this job was a lifeline for Ye Fan, whose financial situation was dire.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I just said?" Zhang Dahu glared coldly at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, who had slightly calmed down, slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Dashan, whose face was full of anger. With great effort, he managed a smile and said; "Mr. Yao, are you joking?"

Zhang Dahu slammed his hand on the table and leaned forward, staring intently at Ye Fan. "Do I look like I'm joking?" he said.

Seeing Zhang Dahu so angry, Ye Fan realized that the other party was not joking.

"I want to know why." Ye Fan took a deep breath, trying his best to stay calm. "Since I joined this company three years ago, I've been diligent and never made any mistakes. What reason do they have for firing me?"

"Hooray!" When Ye Fan inquired about the reason, Zhang Dahua was instantly delighted and pointed at Ye Fan's nose, saying, "Why? Just because I'm the boss here! I can fire whoever I want. Now I'm asking you to get lost, leave immediately."

Ye Fan knew that the boss was really angry this time. This job was definitely gone. When the boss started his business, Ye Fan had always followed him, working diligently and conscientiously. Unexpectedly, after the company developed and made a breakthrough, he was fired by the boss. The more Ye Fan thought about it, the more helpless he felt. He endured the anger and grievance in his heart, and slowly said: "It's okay to fire me, but I can't give up my salary."

As soon as he heard about the wages, the boss's eyes widened in disbelief, his face contorted with anger as he glared at Ye Fan and roared, "Do you have the nerve to ask me for wages? Get out of here right now!"

Things have escalated to this point, so Ye Fan just let go, and immediately said, “Let me leave, no problem. I still say the same thing, pay me my wages.”

The boss immediately became furious. Before the boss could even get angry, Ye Fan continued, "If you don't settle my wages, I'll sue you."

"You're going to sue? I have plenty of people!" The boss sneered coldly. Wealthy and powerful, he wasn't worried about being reported by Ye Fan at all. Besides, the company's legal department was fully capable of handling this matter. After all, the company's legal department was very skilled at dealing with such situations.

Having followed his boss for three years, Ye Fan naturally knew the extent of his power. Although he couldn't say he controlled both sides of the law, he was certainly influential and well-connected. If things really escalated, the outcome was truly unpredictable. But what could Ye Fan do? He needed this job to survive.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes lit up. He took out his phone and said to the boss, "I recorded our conversation just now. If you don't give me my salary, you should know the consequences."

The boss looked at Ye Fan with a fickle expression, perhaps unwilling to tarnish the image of his star employee. Maybe he just wanted to quickly resolve this trouble, and without hesitation, pulled out his wallet, grabbed a handful of hundred-dollar bills, and slammed them onto Ye Fan's face, roaring: "Take the money and get lost!"

Ye Fan stared blankly at the banknotes on the ground, then looked back at the furious boss. His eyes turned red, and his fists clenched. This was a slap in the face, but facing the rich and powerful boss, Ye Fan had no choice but to endure it. Ye Feng bent down to pick up the banknotes. As he walked towards the door, he suddenly turned to the boss and said, "Zhang Dahu, one day, you will kneel before me and beg me."

The boss immediately grabbed a chair and slammed it against the door, but Ye Fan was already gone.

Ye Fan held the banknotes in his hand and walked downstairs with a blank expression. Ye Fan, filled with grievances and anger, even forgot to return to his office to get things. He went straight downstairs.

"Look at his watch, he wasn't fired or scolded."

"Normally, he likes to stick his nose in other people's business. Now he's meddling with our company's biggest clients! Isn't this asking for trouble?"

Along the way, almost all of Ye Fan's colleagues who passed by had a gloating and watching-the-show expression. Even a few people followed Ye Fan downstairs to continue watching the commotion.

With anger filling his heart, Ye Feng turned his head indifferently and glanced at them a few times without speaking. He continued walking down. Just as Ye Feng was about to reach the door, two strong men immediately rushed up, one on each side, grabbing Ye Fan's arms and dragging him out.

By the time Ye Feng's startled expression registered, he was already inside the back room. Standing before him was Huo Zilong, a notorious playboy from a wealthy family with millions at his disposal and considerable influence in Ninghai City.

Right now, Ho Zi Long is smoking a cigar, tilting his head at Ye Fan, grabbing Ye Fan's hair and saying in a strange tone: "Kid, you have guts, actually daring to interfere with my business. Don't you even know who I am? In Ninghai City, who dares to interfere with my business?"

Held down by two burly men, Ye Fan was truly afraid, but Ye Fan, who had been holding back a lot of anger for a long time, suddenly became very angry and said, "I'll just take care of it today."

Seeing Huo Zilon, Ye Fan also understood why he was fired.

Huo ZILong was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Ye Fan, who looked weak and harmless, would dare to speak to him like this. He slapped Ye Feng's face and said menacingly, "What the hell do you think you are? You even dare to interfere in my business? I think you're tired of living."

After being scolded by his boss, Ye Feng was already furious. Now that he was insulted by a spoiled brat, Ye Fan immediately lost his composure. He tried hard to break free from the control of the two bodyguards, but to no avail. In a fit of anger, Ye Fan kicked Huo Zhilong hard, knocking him to the ground.

Ho Sze-lung, after being kicked, was instantly enraged. Ignoring the pain, he scrambled to his feet and roared, "Fight him to the death... how dare you lay a hand on me..."

The frail Ye Fan was no match for the two professional bodyguards. Two punches sent him sprawling to the ground. Before Ye Fan could even react, he was lying there helpless. As he struggled to get up, his hands were pinned down by someone's feet. The pain caused Ye Fan to cry out.

Ho Zilong fiercely crushed Ye Fan's hands and said, "Help him up."

Ye Fan had just been helped up when Huo ZILong aimed a kick at Ye Fan's abdomen, sending him flying over three meters away. He crashed heavily into the open electrical panel, causing sparks to fly everywhere and faint blue arcs of electricity to wrap around...

The people in the workshop saw that something big was going on, and with a shout, they scattered and ran. Huo Zilong saw that things had gotten out of hand, and he got scared too. He hurriedly escaped with his bodyguards...

With excruciating pain, Ye Fan twitched uncontrollably. A piercing shriek echoed around him, but Ye Fan couldn't hear it anymore. He felt himself falling into a bottomless abyss of darkness...

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes. He found that his eyes were covered by something, and he could see nothing but darkness.

"Ye Fan, you're awake?" Zhang Wei excitedly grabbed Ye Fan's arm.

"What's wrong with me? I can't see anything!" Ye Fan instinctively covered his eyes with the bandage. A sharp pain spread throughout his body. Ye Fan subconsciously lowered his hands and cried out in terror. At this moment, Ye Fan realized that he might... be blind...

Zhang Wei hurriedly comforted, "Don't be agitated. The doctor said your injuries are not serious, just rest for a few days."

Ye Fan let out a wry smile, clutching his head as he sat on the hospital bed. Ye Fan had already recalled everything that had happened before. He had bumped into the electrical panel, and the 380-degree industrial electricity could have killed him in an instant. The fact that he was alive now was a miracle. As for resting for a few days, it was just comforting words.

Just then, a rustling of voices came from outside the door.

"Don't worry, he didn't die. He was just injured. I already asked the doctor, at most he'll become blind and disfigured, no danger to his life... Don't worry, I'll take care of this. I've already arranged for someone to handle his medical treatment."

Then, Zhang Dahu, wearing a large gold chain, swaggered in.

As soon as they walked in, Zhang Dahu immediately yelled, "Ye Fan, did you hit your head? First, you meddled in other people's business and played hero, almost causing the company to lose hundreds of thousands of orders. Then, you fought in the workshop, damaging a power distribution box worth tens of thousands of yuan. Now, you want me to pay your 20,000 yuan hospital bill?"

Before Ye Fan could speak, Zhang Wei couldn't help himself. He immediately stood up and glared fiercely at Zhang Dahu, saying: "Zhang Dahu, do you have any shame? Ye Fan is already injured like this, and you still say such things. Are you even human?"

At this moment, the only thought in Ye Fan's mind was, becoming blind and disfigured, this meant he would be a cripple for the rest of his life.

Zhang Dahǔ glanced at Ye Fán, whose head was wrapped in thick bandages, and said indifferently: "Before you got injured, we had already terminated our labor contract. So your life and death have nothing to do with the company. I only helped you with the hospitalization procedures because I felt sorry for you. From now on, we're square. The hospital fees are my charity, you don't need to pay them back." After that, Zhang Dahǔ snorted coldly and walked away.

Suddenly, Ye Fan, who was already seething with anger, suddenly raised his head and rushed towards the source of the voice, wanting to fight Zhang Dahui to the death. He almost fell off the bed, and Zhang Wei hurriedly held him up.

"I'm going to kill him, don't stop me!" Ye Fan struggled like a madman, trying to get out of bed and fight Zhang Dahui. The anger that had been building up inside him had already driven Ye Fan insane.

Zhang Wei hugged Ye Fan and said loudly, "Calm down, the most important thing for you now is to recuperate."

After venting his anger, Ye Fan gradually calmed down. In normal times, Ye Fan was extremely calm and independent in his actions. If it hadn't been for the overwhelming events of today, Ye Fan wouldn't have reacted so frantically.

At this time, the nurse walked into the room and said in a reproving tone, "The patient's injuries are severe, and they need to rest now."

Zhang Wei supported Ye Fan back into bed and whispered, "Zhang Dahui is a piece of trash. You killed him, but you have to pay with your life? Is it worth it?"

Ye Fan fell silent, saying nothing, his face becoming extremely solemn.

Zhang Wei continued, "Take good care of your wounds. I'll go buy some food and be back to see you soon." After saying that, Zhang Wei walked out of the ward.

After calming down, Ye Fan unconsciously reached for the jade pendant. It was something he had bought from an antique market for 100 yuan back then. It was quite good-looking; it looked a bit like an eye. Ye Fan always liked it very much, so he wore it all the time.

Ye Fan's hand grabbed at empty air, instinctively grasping several times, but still found nothing. Ye Fan realized that the jade pendant might have been lost during the fight.

(Editor in charge:water for chocolate novel)