Chapter 742: 737. Zhao Feng (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

Zhang Ran was in no rush to handle these matters on his end; he needed to gather all the evidence and formulate a targeted plan.

At the same time, he also needed to eliminate the impact caused by this incident to the greatest extent possible.

Another point was that he could not alert the enemy; this time, he wanted to thoroughly clear out the hidden dangers within the company.

Of course, the most important thing was that he also needed to start restricting the power of people like Feng Hui.

In the past, he felt there was no problem with doing so, after all, he was lazy himself, and he held to the principle of not doubting those he employed and not employing those he doubted.

But now, problems had appeared in two consecutive companies, and both of these companies had been granted excessive power.

On the contrary, because of various relationships, Zhang Ran had placed quite a few restrictions on Zhao Lifeng's power at Fengli Group.

No problems had appeared there.

Therefore, Zhang Ran had to admit that his approach indeed had many flaws, and he also had to acknowledge that this model needed to change.

Compared to Maikai Supermarket, the situation at Yaotian Pharmaceutical was more complex and even harder to handle.

Because once many things were not handled well, the resulting impact would be extremely serious.

So he needed to take it slow.

For this period of time, Zhao Feng had appeared exceptionally anxious; he could barely hold it together while at work, but as soon as he got off work, he would become very agitated, and it was clear that he seemed deeply conflicted deep down.

On this day, he came to the old tavern again; calling it an old tavern, it was actually an old restaurant, but it looked very clean, and the decor was maintained quite well.

Plus, these regular customers of theirs would come to eat from time to time; of course, the main thing was that their homemade wine was very good and suited the tastes of people like them.

During this time, Zhao Feng had become a regular here, drinking some every day until he was muddled, so that he wouldn't let his mind wander.

"Old Zhao, we're out of wine; just have some food and call it a night." The boss, an old man in his early fifties, said directly upon seeing Zhao Feng arrive.

Zhao Feng sighed and said, "Boss, I've been feeling a bit uncomfortable lately; I can only sleep if I drink a little, otherwise I can't sleep at all."

He knew that the boss was worried about him.

Or rather, regular customers basically all received this kind of treatment; unlike new customers, regular customers could, to a certain extent, be considered friends.

Upon hearing this, the boss hesitated for a moment and said, "Old Zhao, you shouldn't drink like this no matter what troubles you have, or you'll really get addicted to alcohol.

Old Zhao, take my advice; the wine is indeed good, and drinking a little can make you feel comfortable, but you must not get addicted to alcohol, that would really..."

For a wine seller to say such things, it was clear that he truly regarded Zhao Feng as a friend.

Zhao Feng knew this too, but he didn't want to go on like this even more, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

"My good man, you have a story and I have wine; why don't you tell me about your troubles? I'll treat you to a drink, and who knows, I might even be able to offer some guidance." At this moment, a guest at a table said with a smile.

Zhao Feng looked at the two people at the table and smiled reluctantly: "Forget it, no need."

The boss, however, took the initiative to say, "Old Zhao, actually you really could talk to these two gentlemen; anyway, they don't know who you are, and you don't know each other.

They are just here traveling, so talking about it might help you feel a little better."

Hearing the boss say this, Zhao Feng hesitated; he was truly stifled, but he could only keep it bottled up inside.

Even when facing his wife of over ten years, he found it hard to speak, because that would only make his wife face the same soul-searching torment as him.

Zhao Feng thought about it and it seemed reasonable; he really couldn't hold on anymore, so he thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll trouble you two brothers."

"Good, good, good! What else would you like to eat? I'll serve you two dishes on the house," the boss said with a chuckle.

Zhao Feng had been eating at their place for nearly ten years; although he didn't eat much, he came a few times a month.

So the boss truly regarded Zhao Feng as a friend, not just a customer.

Zhang Ran said with a smile, "Thank you, boss."

These two were Zhang Ran, and their arrival here was not a coincidence, but rather they were specifically waiting for Zhao Feng here.

Zhao Feng was in the Quality Inspection Department of Yaotian Pharmaceutical, in his forties, and could barely be considered a middle-level manager.

In He Yong's investigation, the Quality Inspection Department was of the utmost importance, and Zhao Feng naturally entered his field of vision.

Actually, in Zhang Ran's initial thoughts, the final outcome for everyone in the Quality Inspection Department would be miserable; he would absolutely not let these people off.

But after He Yong investigated, Zhao Feng was someone who still surprised him a little.

Whether it was during the time of Tian Yaohui or during his own time, Zhao Feng had always worked conscientiously.

He rarely made mistakes, but at the same time, he wasn't very good at "socializing," often offending some leaders, and his personality was a bit stubborn.

There were many times when problems appeared in quality inspection, and it was Zhao Feng who withstood the pressure to report them, offending quite a few people.

This was also the reason why, as a college student from the nineties, he had only reached this position after so many years.

Yet this time, Zhao Feng had rarely remained silent, only drowning his sorrows in alcohol every day.

"Come, my friend, let's have a drink first." Zhang Ran said with a smile, raising his glass.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and without standing on ceremony with Zhang Ran, he downed a glass directly, then asked, "How should I address you two?"

"You can just call me Little Zhang, and he is Old He," Zhang Ran said with a smile.

Zhang Ran didn't explain much; if he explained clearly, how could he have a detailed chat with Zhao Feng?

Zhao Feng didn't mind, "You can just call me Old Zhao."

This was how strangers interacted; everyone was just a chance encounter, and they would likely only meet this once in their lives, so he slowly opened up.

"Old Zhao, everyone encounters troubles; don't take it to heart, it will get better slowly." Zhang Ran smiled and began to guide the conversation.

Zhao Feng drank another glass, and just as the boss began to add dishes and offered a little advice, Zhao Feng didn't drink any more.

"Sigh, if it were just an ordinary matter, that would be fine; I'm not that narrow-minded, and I wouldn't just dwell on things," Zhao Feng sighed and said.

Zhang Ran said, "Listening to you say that, this isn't an ordinary matter then?"

"It's very unusual. Let's put it this way: if things really go on like this, it might affect many people." Zhao Feng's expression became increasingly distressed.

Zhang Ran's eyes flickered as he said, "From what you're saying, Old Zhao, it seems this isn't your own affair?"

"If it were my own affair, that would be fine."