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After Greg Jensen voiced his suspicions, he stood aside and silently observed, intending to see how Chestor Ware would handle the situation.

Chestor Ware frowned and called out, “Everyone, calm down, I understand your feelings…”

“Understand my ass, just say whether you’ll need us in the future or not.”

“Yeah, we’ve been working here for over a decade, why would you not need us just because you guys came along?”

“Don’t panic, trust me…”

Chestor Ware panicked too. He had been in business for many years but had never encountered such a situation before.

His voice was quickly drowned out by the surging crowd.

“Shut up, silence!”

Greg Jensen, annoyed, unconsciously used some of his True Qi, and surprisingly, the effect was quite good.

A roar of anger made everyone’s scalp tingle and ears ache; the surroundings instantly fell silent.

His cold gaze swept over each face, and the workers unconsciously turned away, feeling an inexplicable fear within.

There was a dead silence around, and people didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly, feeling as if the air had almost frozen.

Greg Jensen was silent for a moment, then spoke loudly, “Don’t panic, everyone. Since we’ve purchased the factory, we definitely intend to keep it operational.

If I really fired all of you, where would I find so many skilled and experienced craftsmen, right?

You agree with that, don’t you?”

“Uh, when you put it that way, yeah.”

“Makes sense.”

Greg Jensen paused briefly, watching people discuss fervently, and waited until they had almost finished before continuing, “But, if anyone dares to slack off, not work their hardest, or even steal from the factory or take advantage of it, then don’t blame me for being unkind.

The Jamae Herbs Factory belongs not only to us but also to you. If someone dares to touch things in the factory, it’s the same as stealing from your own home. Would you be willing to tolerate that?”

“No, whoever dares to steal from the factory is an enemy of Chestor Ware.”

“I, Danny Lampe, don’t agree either!”

The workers on-site suddenly became fervent as though someone had stolen from them, and they started shouting indignantly.

Greg Jensen watched their reactions, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Chestor Ware, standing beside him, was taken aback for a moment before giving Greg Jensen a thumbs-up.

Greg Jensen just smiled and waited a while longer until everyone had calmed down again before he went on, “Lastly, I want to make one thing clear in advance, we bought this factory to make money. Therefore, anyone who can help us earn more money will see a significant increase in their treatment and salary.

You are all veterans in this industry, having worked for several years or even over a decade. I believe you all have ways to make our factory more profitable, right?”

“Boss, I think there are problems with our production process. If we change it, we can improve work efficiency.”

“I think our machines can also be improved in some areas.”

Hearing his words, the workers became excited again.

Greg Jensen raised his hands slightly and pressed down, and the people who had just been shouting fell silent instantly, as if someone had turned off their switch.

Hundreds of eyes focused entirely on Greg Jensen.

Seeing this, Chestor Ware couldn’t help but pause for a moment, while Taylor Ware beside him looked over with a face full of astonishment.

The workers’ willingness to listen to Greg Jensen showed that he had already established a certain prestige in their hearts. Otherwise, who would bother with him?

Yet, from the moment they met until now, Greg Jensen had said only a few words.

Since when did the prestige of a worker become so easily attained?

While Taylor Ware was still in a state of shock, Greg Jensen suddenly reached out and pulled her to his side, saying,

“This lady will be your future factory manager, Miss Taylor Ware. If you have any suggestions in the future, you can report them to her. Let’s welcome her!”

The sound of the gasp had barely faded when warm applause broke out.

Taylor Ware suddenly came to her senses and quickly squeezed out a somewhat awkward smile, nodding repeatedly to everyone.

Greg Jensen pressed his hands down again and said, “Alright, don’t block the way here. We need to have a meeting to understand the specific situation of the factory. We can’t make promises blindly, can we?”

“Yes…”

“Everyone, please make way.”

The crowd parted, creating a wide passage.

Greg Jensen nodded to the crowd and drove towards the office building, followed by Chestor Ware’s car.

…

Inside the office of Jamae Herbs Factory, the workshop chiefs and other senior management were present.

Scott Lampe, the chief of the equipment department, hesitated and said, “Alyssa, this feels a bit underhanded.”

“Underhanded?”

The workshop chief, Alyssa Hope, looked up at him, blew on the water in the teacup, took a sip, and said indifferently,

“If you think it’s underhanded, then you can leave.”

Scott Lampe’s complexion changed slightly, and he managed an awkward smile.

Felix Cooper, the chief of the personnel department, then said, “Then… shouldn’t we give Marvin, the factory manager, a heads up?”

“What’s the point of informing him? He’s in cahoots with Anton Stuart. He probably has already met with the new boss. Do you think he’s on our side?”

“I also feel that telling him is worse than not letting him know.”

Just then, a team leader rushed in and exclaimed urgently, “Chief, something’s wrong. Those new bosses have come in.”

Alyssa Hope’s cup shook slightly in her hand as she said in astonishment, “They’ve come in? Didn’t I tell you to hold them off, to show them who’s boss? How did they get in so quickly?”

“It’s not my fault. That young one is too good with words. In just a few sentences, he cheered up the workers. What could I do? I couldn’t exactly block their car and not let them in, could I?”

“Alright, you go out first.”

Alyssa Hope frowned and said to the others, “Let’s go to the meeting room and get ready for the meeting. At the meeting, watch my cues.”

“Okay, Chief Alyssa.”

When they entered the office, they found that Greg Jensen and others had already arrived.

The other middle managers wanted to offer a smile to the new boss, but after glancing at Alyssa Hope walking in front, their expressions cooled down again.

Although their movements were subtle, they did not escape Greg Jensen’s notice.

After everyone sat down, Alyssa Hope smiled and said, “Hello, bosses. I am the workshop chief of our factory, Alyssa Hope.”

After that, he pointed at everyone and continued, “This is Scott Lampe, the chief of the equipment department, and next to him is Felix Cooper, the chief of personnel.”

Greg Jensen and Chestor Ware sat on opposite sides of the conference table, all looking at Taylor Ware, who was seated in the middle.

As she would be managing the factory in the future, naturally, she was the focus of the first meeting.

Although Taylor Ware had studied business management and had some experience in her family’s business, this was her first time facing such a situation, and she was inevitably a bit nervous.

She took a deep breath, steadied her mind, then looked around the room and asked with a frown, “Isn’t there an assistant manager, Marvin Walker? Why hasn’t he come?”